#〈 thread : gothamcitysirens 002 〉

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𝓐 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓼 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵

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CLOSED

Selina Kyle recalled her first period of confinement in a federal prison. She was no stranger to brief stints in jail cells or detention centers as a street rat growing up in Gotham's criminal underbelly. However, a real penitentiary was nothing what she had anticipated. There is something disturbing about the concrete box she was put in. It has been engineered with absolute precision. The corners were sharp and straight, the window a perfect square with evenly spaced bars. Someone designed that jail cell, they sat in a clean office under the glow of the natural sun rays and used their God given talents to create something so soulless as to constitute additional punishment. In the summer the fresher air was a relief, helping to alleviate the stench of festering sewage but in the cold seasons it let in a wicked draft and reduced the temperature to near freezing. It was no brighter inside than the gathering gloom of dusk, even at midday. It was either suffocatingly quiet or pierced with the screams of tortured inmates. She wasn’t sure how other prison reform programs went, but Gotham took the vile malicious cake. 

By the time she met Harley, after donning the moniker Catwoman for a few years, she’d gotten used to regular stints in Arkham. She’d even made a bit of a name for herself among some of the inmates and guards. It was the easiest way to cope in there, when you had a little leeway with the system. Few of the staff meant to kept them confined weren’t corrupt. A little bribe here or there, a flutter of her lashes, and a good right jab and she was relatively content to wait out her sentencing. She didn’t expect her next door cellmate to be the infamous Harley Quinn. Selina tried her best to ignore her incessant chatting and the nonsensical mumblings that sometimes went all night. Like she wasn’t just addressing Selina but about twenty different voices in her head. Eventually Selina caved chatted with the clown princess. They didn’t come out of as friends per say, rather two villainesses vaguely acquainted. 

Their acquaintance grew deeper only after the Sirens were founded. They were unstoppable, three pillars of a frail but oddly devoted triangle formed by shared conflicts and hardships. Even in the face of periodic disagreements and scorns, and even after they formally dissolved, it was the sort of relationship that was forged and could never wither. Selina wasn’t particularly fond of admitting she had a soft spot for the women but also learned it wasn’t necessarily a weakness. How could it be when together they were such a force to be reckoned with. With a bond like that, time, distance, and personal progress were irrelevant. If they needed each other, they’d come. No questions asked. No judgement. Even though Red's departure reduced the teether between Pamela and Harley, Selina knew there was only one person she could turn to when Harley's visage appeared over the news. It had that bitch Amanda Waller’s stench all over it.

⟨ SK → PI ⟩ : Suit up Red, our girl needs us. 

“God this shithole looks gloomier every time I see it,” While Selina was relieved to be back in Gotham, she was less than thrilled to be facing the institution of mortar and hatred. Even from a distance it looked harrowing. Entering always seemed so simple; caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, a little villainy taken too far, and they'd chuck you in and throw away the key. The difficult part was getting out. Selina was under no qualms that getting to Harley wouldn't require some critical expertise. She adjusted the binocular setting on her goggles, numbering the guards patrolling the perimeter with pretty serious-looking weaponry. 

"Looks like fun," she uttered with forced enthusiasm and an even falser grin in Pamela's direction. "We could maybe get in without too much a fuss through the northeast gate, the security's lighter over there," the objective was to avoid calling attention to themselves for as long as possible. If they could at least get to Harley's cell then they could go full Charlie's Angels mode and punch their way out. But until then..."When all of this is over they two of you are going to make up. If I have to tie you both down with my fucking whip"