#ㅤ hi (: this got away from me... don't have to match length <3 i kept thinking about this interaction & i'm just- aaaaah

[pv55y]

ㅤㅤㅤShe watches her: the tilt of her head, the peaceful curve of her lips & the way her correction ( apparently )ㅤcarries neither malice nor ignorance; it’s disarming in a way that Selena isn’t immediately fond of,ㅤ[ honey may attract bees, but sometimes it’s not about attracting the bees, rather than clearing the damn hive —ㅤthe way Wonder Woman isn’t so much as rattled, far from it actually; standing there like a marble statueㅤ[ unshakable, wise, serene & radiating something that feels so profoundly alien in Gotham:ㅤpeace, ]ㅤIt sets Selena on edge,

ㅤㅤㅤHer resolve falters, if only for just a mere moment; this is beyond even a creature like her,ㅤ❛ Much too ancient, if that’s your first train of thought, ❜ㅤvoice is unrecognizable to even herself; the words roll off her like a secret she was never supposed to indulge in the first place,ㅤ❛ Too many ghosts… Just, too many, ❜ㅤ( even for someone like her, )ㅤeyes narrow, feline in their nature / their precision, tugging & curling her face into something else: & so, the cat has returned, full force…ㅤ❛ Mm, well… ❜ㅤshe clicks her tongue, mischief sparkling throughㅤ[ her true nature ]ㅤ❛ I suppose that would make us the same, in certain ways; wouldn’t you say? ❜ㅤa playful murmur, tone dripping with honey & trouble, as if daring Wonder Woman ( perhaps she is, )ㅤCatwoman has no sense of danger; maybe that’s why she’s lived so long,

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ The difference being, of course, your ghosts come with laurel wreaths, golden swords & the cries of glory. Mine? They crawl out of alleys like slime, ❜ㅤshe takes a small step forward, faint sound of heels barely disturbing the ground below, the black blending in with the rest of the night. There is no hostility in her movements; they are calm & sensual, even…ㅤthey are curious.ㅤShe is a cat drawn to the flame she knows could burn her whole, too beautiful to resist; she has to touch & feel herself.ㅤVoice lowers into a purring melody, something raw underneath like a knife ready to strike,ㅤ❛ You can make peace with them, can’t you? Or at least, fend them off; you have the strength to do it. You smile at them with that pretty smile of yours, with patience; they listen & rest. My ghosts laugh & spit in my face; they snarl, claw & are never satisfied. What’s a girl to do, other than become one herself? ❜ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤShe hadn’t meant to let that slap; like a wound, she is raw, exposed; but the words remain heavy & irretrievable in the air. She tilts her head, mirroring Wonder Woman’s earlier gesture; gloved digits curling into her palm, itching for her own blood & flesh.ㅤBut just like that, a string snaps, a record stops:ㅤshe laughs,ㅤ❛ But you wouldn’t know about that, would you, princess? ❜ㅤdead eyes glint in the moonlight like diamonds, if only for a moment; the cracks of her armor still shimmer underneath,ㅤher posture shifts into something more casual, more aloof,ㅤ❛ Tell me something: What do you do when your ghosts don’t stay quiet? When they don’t bow their heads and let you move on?ㅤWhat does a warrior of Themyscira do then? ❜ㅤteach me your ways; tell me how to quiet down my demons…

— continued from here for @pv55y ,

OUT OF EVERYTHING THAT IS STRANGE IN GOTHAM CITY , diana always stands out like a sore thumb. at least when she is herself and not diana prince. DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA , the wonder woman , the princess of the amazons. diana prince , though , that's the woman that met her other favorite cat. whether barbara still tries to tear her to pieces , she will always love barbara minerva. HER BEST FRIEND . diana's head tilts.

then diana smiles herself , it's this simple curl to the corner of her lips. IT ECHOES WITH SOMETHING SO PEACEFUL .

" i am no girl. " that's all diana says , lips still curled , there was no anger in her tone. A VERY SIMPLE CORRECTION. maybe even something playful. " i am far too ancient and with far too many ghots to be a little girl. "