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Dec. 31st, 2011 05:34 pm( Under here. )
Selina has been my main muse for just under a year now. There's something about her that saps all of my attention and causes me to act like an irrational fan girl. I love her complexity, her nature, her...everything, really. She's a wonderful character to explore and plot with, though she doesn't particularly play well with others. In particular I really want to explore her transformation from thief to hero in an organic way opposed to being forced into it against her will (Damn Zatanna...) and her morals. I like a challenge and she really offers me that as a player.
Selina typically adapts well to situations where she's uprooted. She's confident and independent enough to survive on her own and would rather do things herself that depend on any faction or gang. She's obviously be curious and will more than likely try and find out as much as she can about the city and it's limits. As far as the trails go, she'll probably enjoy them, seeing it as a challenege and a chance to see more into the workings of the world around her.
History:
First Person Sample:
Third Person Sample:
Selina has been my main muse for just under a year now. There's something about her that saps all of my attention and causes me to act like an irrational fan girl. I love her complexity, her nature, her...everything, really. She's a wonderful character to explore and plot with, though she doesn't particularly play well with others. In particular I really want to explore her transformation from thief to hero in an organic way opposed to being forced into it against her will (Damn Zatanna...) and her morals. I like a challenge and she really offers me that as a player.
Give a brief idea of how your character will react to the setting:
Selina typically adapts well to situations where she's uprooted. She's confident and independent enough to survive on her own and would rather do things herself that depend on any faction or gang. She's obviously be curious and will more than likely try and find out as much as she can about the city and it's limits. As far as the trails go, she'll probably enjoy them, seeing it as a challenege and a chance to see more into the workings of the world around her.
History:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catwoman
http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Catwoman
Personality:http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Catwoman
Just who is Selina Kyle? That's the thing about Selina, you just never know...unless she wants you to. And cats are capricious with whom they keep company. Selina prefers anonymity. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks after loosing everyone she ever loved, she had to do some unsavory things to survive. Prideful and private, Selina is a work in progress, adapting to adversity. And Catwoman? Well, having to keep a secret identity is contingent upon keeping it a secret. That's one bit of information she'll keep hidden. Aside from a few friends and lovers, Selina and Catwoman are two different women moving in different worlds. And that suits them both fine. Because when those two worlds collide somebody almost always gets hurt – or worse.
She is a loner, a thief, a creature of the night and shadows. She is a cat – and she is a woman. But once, once she was a child.
Some people are born with everything. Loving parents, a warm atmosphere to prosper and grow. Selina Kyle wasn't lucky enough to be one of those people. Born to an alcoholic father and mother who simply couldn't cope, Selina was orphaned with her sister at a young age. She leaned to live life the only way she knew, on the edge. Taking risks and never giving in. Selina's upbringing played a huge role in forming her personality. She was raised in poverty and in an atmosphere of fear and uncertainty. From the first she was made to feel guilty and inferior, primarily by her father who's anger control issues were overwhelming him due to his addiction. Seeing both of her parents die would surely have torn apart a weaker person. But somehow these bitter experiences made Selina stronger and more determined to escape destitution and misery.
Selina Kyle was never destined to be normal. She was predisposed to be entirely remarkable. Even as a young girl growing up she excelled at things that a thirteen year old shouldn't even be thinking about.
Fighting, stealing, blackmail.
In some ways she was made overconfident by her remarkable ability to get whatever she wanted from a young age. Not by being cute. By taking it. Taking it because no one would ever just give her anything - it was never that easy. But along with the talent came a strange sense of justice. Selina couldn't bare to see anyone mistreated or pushed down like she had been. She beat on bullies and was thrown out of her Juvenile hall by the warden when she discovered he was fiddling the books. Left to drown in a sack, that's when the Catwoman emerged. The will to survive, the need to be the best.
Her hard life inspired her to help others, and most importantly, help herself.
Selina's life after the escape was just as tough. She spent her days training as a pick pocket but soon graduated into the ranks of the street walkers that haunted Gotham City at night. Instead of letting it overcome her she used her place among the girls to keep an eye on how they were treated providing a friendly face and support system for the younger ones. But after seeing Batman take to the night she was inspired to take her life into her own hands once more and left the grime behind, pledging to better herself by whatever means.
Selina's lack of anything is the main reason for her criminality. She takes what he wants and doesn't think about the repercussions. The way she sees it, the people she takes from have everything, she has nothing. It's only fair.
"That's part of the rule. Never quit. Never let them see you're afraid. Above all -- never let them see you're hurt. Never let them see you cry. Never."
Sarcastic and harsh by nature she's never one to back away from a good battle of wits, Selina detests being outsmarted. She's likely to be horribly abrasive to most people she meets but can soften on further friendship. She's naturally un-trusting and doesn't like to get close to people unless she can depend on them, or if they depend on her. Her barriers have been built up so far that she's a tough cookie to crack. If you want her friendship you really have to work on it.
Emotionally, Selina demands more than she gives. Cool, calm and collected to the outside world, she doesn't betray much. She has a distinct venerability that she tries to hide from those around her fearing in some ways that they make think less of her because of her softness in some situations. Selina has always had to be hard, she doesn't see a reason to stop. Thanks to the riches she's stolen in the past and some wise investments, she doesn't rely on anyone for anything any more, her independence is very important. Selina rarely betrays herself when it comes to love, she's only really been in love with one person but can't really admit it to herself. Love is something for normal people, not for those who scour the rooftops of Gotham at night looking for trouble. She doesn't have the time or the patience to belong to another and she certainly couldn't commit to anyone. She's learnt to avoid relationships, although she finds practising this harder than she thought it would be. She tends to think of the city as her one true love - it helps.
Selina has an attraction to anything shiny, luxurious, or just that little bit special. Her second life as a Gotham socialite allows her move with circles she could only dream of when she was growing up in the East End. She blends in well to that world, living in style and enjoying the money she's gotten for herself. Catwoman made Selina Kyle rich and she emerged into Gotham's elite social playground and a young and beautiful lady of leisure. Nothing out of the ordinary, just another trust funder. She sees her alternative lifestyle as something of a guilty pleasure. She may seem carefree to those who only know her as Selina, but underneath there's inner turmoil. Although she loves her life, she realises that it won't last forever, and that truly she doesn't belong among the mansions, benefits and millionaires that surround her. Underneath it all, she's just another street rat - or cat - masquerading as a pampered princess. Eventually, something has to give, she's just waiting for it all to fall apart.
When it comes to truth and justice, things are just as complicated. She sees no problem with stealing vast amounts from the wealthy – But she often gives away her takings to Gotham's poorest, protecting those on the street and placing them above her own greed. She often finds herself conflicted. Witnessing violent crime in Gotham has hardened her, but the suffering of others makes her skin crawl. She knows that somewhere within she has the potential to become more than just a thief, but struggles seeing herself as a vigilante.
As much as Batman tries to convince her she is a good person, and she often shows herself to be so, she bucks against it, unwilling to fight her nature and determined to be the Yin to his Yang. On the other hand she has helped The Bat several times in his endeavours and rarely agrees to work with any of Gotham's villains preferring to work alone. It's hard to ignore that he's a massive influence in her life, as much as she'd hate to admit it. He counters her at every turn, but honestly? - She wouldn't have it any other way. What's a little fun without a few twists and turns?
Ultimately Selina belongs to Gotham, she loves the city, how it feels how it smells, how she feels when she's running the rooftops. Stealing or saving, Gotham never lets her down, always providing the perfect opportunity. She's complicated, independent and strong willed. The perfect thief and the imperfect woman.
Some people are born with everything. Loving parents, a warm atmosphere to prosper and grow. Selina Kyle wasn't lucky enough to be one of those people. Born to an alcoholic father and mother who simply couldn't cope, Selina was orphaned with her sister at a young age. She leaned to live life the only way she knew, on the edge. Taking risks and never giving in. Selina's upbringing played a huge role in forming her personality. She was raised in poverty and in an atmosphere of fear and uncertainty. From the first she was made to feel guilty and inferior, primarily by her father who's anger control issues were overwhelming him due to his addiction. Seeing both of her parents die would surely have torn apart a weaker person. But somehow these bitter experiences made Selina stronger and more determined to escape destitution and misery.
Selina Kyle was never destined to be normal. She was predisposed to be entirely remarkable. Even as a young girl growing up she excelled at things that a thirteen year old shouldn't even be thinking about.
Fighting, stealing, blackmail.
In some ways she was made overconfident by her remarkable ability to get whatever she wanted from a young age. Not by being cute. By taking it. Taking it because no one would ever just give her anything - it was never that easy. But along with the talent came a strange sense of justice. Selina couldn't bare to see anyone mistreated or pushed down like she had been. She beat on bullies and was thrown out of her Juvenile hall by the warden when she discovered he was fiddling the books. Left to drown in a sack, that's when the Catwoman emerged. The will to survive, the need to be the best.
Her hard life inspired her to help others, and most importantly, help herself.
Selina's life after the escape was just as tough. She spent her days training as a pick pocket but soon graduated into the ranks of the street walkers that haunted Gotham City at night. Instead of letting it overcome her she used her place among the girls to keep an eye on how they were treated providing a friendly face and support system for the younger ones. But after seeing Batman take to the night she was inspired to take her life into her own hands once more and left the grime behind, pledging to better herself by whatever means.
Selina's lack of anything is the main reason for her criminality. She takes what he wants and doesn't think about the repercussions. The way she sees it, the people she takes from have everything, she has nothing. It's only fair.
Sarcastic and harsh by nature she's never one to back away from a good battle of wits, Selina detests being outsmarted. She's likely to be horribly abrasive to most people she meets but can soften on further friendship. She's naturally un-trusting and doesn't like to get close to people unless she can depend on them, or if they depend on her. Her barriers have been built up so far that she's a tough cookie to crack. If you want her friendship you really have to work on it.
Emotionally, Selina demands more than she gives. Cool, calm and collected to the outside world, she doesn't betray much. She has a distinct venerability that she tries to hide from those around her fearing in some ways that they make think less of her because of her softness in some situations. Selina has always had to be hard, she doesn't see a reason to stop. Thanks to the riches she's stolen in the past and some wise investments, she doesn't rely on anyone for anything any more, her independence is very important. Selina rarely betrays herself when it comes to love, she's only really been in love with one person but can't really admit it to herself. Love is something for normal people, not for those who scour the rooftops of Gotham at night looking for trouble. She doesn't have the time or the patience to belong to another and she certainly couldn't commit to anyone. She's learnt to avoid relationships, although she finds practising this harder than she thought it would be. She tends to think of the city as her one true love - it helps.
Selina has an attraction to anything shiny, luxurious, or just that little bit special. Her second life as a Gotham socialite allows her move with circles she could only dream of when she was growing up in the East End. She blends in well to that world, living in style and enjoying the money she's gotten for herself. Catwoman made Selina Kyle rich and she emerged into Gotham's elite social playground and a young and beautiful lady of leisure. Nothing out of the ordinary, just another trust funder. She sees her alternative lifestyle as something of a guilty pleasure. She may seem carefree to those who only know her as Selina, but underneath there's inner turmoil. Although she loves her life, she realises that it won't last forever, and that truly she doesn't belong among the mansions, benefits and millionaires that surround her. Underneath it all, she's just another street rat - or cat - masquerading as a pampered princess. Eventually, something has to give, she's just waiting for it all to fall apart.
When it comes to truth and justice, things are just as complicated. She sees no problem with stealing vast amounts from the wealthy – But she often gives away her takings to Gotham's poorest, protecting those on the street and placing them above her own greed. She often finds herself conflicted. Witnessing violent crime in Gotham has hardened her, but the suffering of others makes her skin crawl. She knows that somewhere within she has the potential to become more than just a thief, but struggles seeing herself as a vigilante.
As much as Batman tries to convince her she is a good person, and she often shows herself to be so, she bucks against it, unwilling to fight her nature and determined to be the Yin to his Yang. On the other hand she has helped The Bat several times in his endeavours and rarely agrees to work with any of Gotham's villains preferring to work alone. It's hard to ignore that he's a massive influence in her life, as much as she'd hate to admit it. He counters her at every turn, but honestly? - She wouldn't have it any other way. What's a little fun without a few twists and turns?
Ultimately Selina belongs to Gotham, she loves the city, how it feels how it smells, how she feels when she's running the rooftops. Stealing or saving, Gotham never lets her down, always providing the perfect opportunity. She's complicated, independent and strong willed. The perfect thief and the imperfect woman.
First Person Sample:
[The video flickers, static running over the screen once or twice. In the background you hear a exasperated growl and suddenly a loud clunk. The screen goes dead again, but a few seconds later it starts up once more, this time the picture is a little clearer although lines continue to run over the picture making it look somewhat...well. Frayed. Clearly someone just hit the device off a wall, or the desk, or something hard and firm.]
So I – Wait...
[A woman's face appears, washed out and pale. Bedraggled would be the world to describe her at the moment, though a shadow of make up hangs around her eyes and lips. It looks as though it's been washed off in a hurry. The picture flickers again, and she stares intently at the device she's holding in her hands. An exasperated expression crosses her face, followed almost immediately by a flicker of triumph as she appears to play with some settings on the screen, her finger poking directly into the image. She pushes a stay lock of hair back behind her ear, and looks with a amused smile directly down the camera.]
Anyone know where a girl can grab a stiff drink in this place? The medical staff weren't so quick to offer me a scotch on the rocks when I asked for one.
[The smile on her face tells you this isn't completely serious. But still, she could probably use a drink by the look of her.]
So I – Wait...
[A woman's face appears, washed out and pale. Bedraggled would be the world to describe her at the moment, though a shadow of make up hangs around her eyes and lips. It looks as though it's been washed off in a hurry. The picture flickers again, and she stares intently at the device she's holding in her hands. An exasperated expression crosses her face, followed almost immediately by a flicker of triumph as she appears to play with some settings on the screen, her finger poking directly into the image. She pushes a stay lock of hair back behind her ear, and looks with a amused smile directly down the camera.]
Anyone know where a girl can grab a stiff drink in this place? The medical staff weren't so quick to offer me a scotch on the rocks when I asked for one.
[The smile on her face tells you this isn't completely serious. But still, she could probably use a drink by the look of her.]
Third Person Sample:
Looking out over the city, it didn't seem to Selina that place had changed very much at all.
The view from the top of the Gotham Roosevelt was the best there was, the hotel was positioned, designed, to give those with money the best view that they could buy. And she had money to burn. She wasn't staying in the penthouse - no - that would be asking for too much attention, but she had a large room near the top of the building with ceiling to floor windows. She smiled at the thought of it, the luxury. She smiled thinking of the warm room and soft sheets she could afford again.
But she wasn't in that room looking out. No. Selina was standing on the roof, and she really did feel more comfortable up there than in the saloon bar or restaurant. She's been in the hotel for three days and had only set foot outside once to get a newspaper, and check that her favourite coffee place hadn't moved or closed down.
She had begun to get cabin fever, and it didn't suit her.
So she stood on the roof. The camel trench wrapped around her tightly, collar up to stop the wind blowing into her eyes. She looked downwards towards the streets below. Busy, bustling Gotham at it's finest. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. It had been a while after all. She slowly reached down, pulling at the clasp on her coat, loosening the belt that kept it tight to her form. As it flicked open she reached into the coat pocket, grasping at the cowl and goggles which lay within. She reached up with them in her hands, pulling the cowl over her head, over her hair which she had carefully pinned into place. The goggles slipped easily over it.
Maybe she'd have to cut her hair again after all, but it seemed like such a shame.
Selina shed the coat quickly, turning to place it in a nearby air vent. Part of her wondered if anyone in this town would remember who she was. She hoped so, grabbing the headlines as Catwoman had been one of her favourite things after all.
Slowly she reached to her side, feeling the end of her whip, pulling it out slightly.
With and smile and crack, she set off, a sudden streak of black silhouetted against the light the moon and neon lights were casting down on the hotel. She wasn't out for anything tonight, just looking over a few old haunts, checking to see if anything had changed. Maybe she'd slip though the east end, for old times sake. For now she headed towards the financial district, towards the tallest buildings.
There was no harm in a little practice, after all she did feel a little rusty.
The view from the top of the Gotham Roosevelt was the best there was, the hotel was positioned, designed, to give those with money the best view that they could buy. And she had money to burn. She wasn't staying in the penthouse - no - that would be asking for too much attention, but she had a large room near the top of the building with ceiling to floor windows. She smiled at the thought of it, the luxury. She smiled thinking of the warm room and soft sheets she could afford again.
But she wasn't in that room looking out. No. Selina was standing on the roof, and she really did feel more comfortable up there than in the saloon bar or restaurant. She's been in the hotel for three days and had only set foot outside once to get a newspaper, and check that her favourite coffee place hadn't moved or closed down.
She had begun to get cabin fever, and it didn't suit her.
So she stood on the roof. The camel trench wrapped around her tightly, collar up to stop the wind blowing into her eyes. She looked downwards towards the streets below. Busy, bustling Gotham at it's finest. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. It had been a while after all. She slowly reached down, pulling at the clasp on her coat, loosening the belt that kept it tight to her form. As it flicked open she reached into the coat pocket, grasping at the cowl and goggles which lay within. She reached up with them in her hands, pulling the cowl over her head, over her hair which she had carefully pinned into place. The goggles slipped easily over it.
Maybe she'd have to cut her hair again after all, but it seemed like such a shame.
Selina shed the coat quickly, turning to place it in a nearby air vent. Part of her wondered if anyone in this town would remember who she was. She hoped so, grabbing the headlines as Catwoman had been one of her favourite things after all.
Slowly she reached to her side, feeling the end of her whip, pulling it out slightly.
With and smile and crack, she set off, a sudden streak of black silhouetted against the light the moon and neon lights were casting down on the hotel. She wasn't out for anything tonight, just looking over a few old haunts, checking to see if anything had changed. Maybe she'd slip though the east end, for old times sake. For now she headed towards the financial district, towards the tallest buildings.
There was no harm in a little practice, after all she did feel a little rusty.
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Dec. 17th, 2011 01:26 amSelina was beginning to forget why she'd thought it was so important to come to this thing. She'd been told anyone who was anyone would be here. Unfortunately for her, she didn't really know anyone, not in these social circles anyway. The free and flowing champagne was something though. She'd limited herself to two glasses so far, after all she was supposed to be making friends, getting to know people - well, getting close to the dumb schmucks with all the money. In her high necked but low backed gown it at been easy to talk to a few men, but it was the women who were the guardians of Gotham's secrets. She hadn't even managed to get close. A few polite smiles was all that she had managed so far. She might ooze charm, but to these people she might as well have been a pebble in a room full of diamonds.
Wayne really did know how to throw a party, and from where she was standing, next to a window which over looked the sky line of Gotham City, she could see why people flocked to his apartment. It was beautiful, pristine almost. Like a show home. The man himself was allusive, but she had managed to catch a glimpse or two of him. Tall, handsome, dark eyes that seemed to glint a little too much, she liked how he looked, she could admit that much to herself. What she couldn't admit was that really, she'd hoped to speak to him, just to see what was all the fuss was about. From where she stood now, her half full glass of champagne in her hand, he had seemingly disappeared. Probably flirting with some heiress - probably more than flirting with her...
Selina let out a small sigh turning to look out over the city through the large floor length window, the dull noise of the crowd behind her drowning out a little, becoming more of an annoying hum. It looked cold, the streets below almost empty, the sky pitch black. She was beginning to wish that she'd stayed away and out there after all.
She preferred being outside on nights like this...
Wayne really did know how to throw a party, and from where she was standing, next to a window which over looked the sky line of Gotham City, she could see why people flocked to his apartment. It was beautiful, pristine almost. Like a show home. The man himself was allusive, but she had managed to catch a glimpse or two of him. Tall, handsome, dark eyes that seemed to glint a little too much, she liked how he looked, she could admit that much to herself. What she couldn't admit was that really, she'd hoped to speak to him, just to see what was all the fuss was about. From where she stood now, her half full glass of champagne in her hand, he had seemingly disappeared. Probably flirting with some heiress - probably more than flirting with her...
Selina let out a small sigh turning to look out over the city through the large floor length window, the dull noise of the crowd behind her drowning out a little, becoming more of an annoying hum. It looked cold, the streets below almost empty, the sky pitch black. She was beginning to wish that she'd stayed away and out there after all.
She preferred being outside on nights like this...
For outofthecave
Dec. 7th, 2011 10:37 pmSelina was loitering around the buffet table, smiling serenely at every man that walked past and eyed her up. Benefits used to be such classy affairs, but these days she felt more like a piece of meat than ever. It couldn't be the dress, black, silky and not reveling that much, a string of small diamonds around her neck. Perhaps it was just that the amount of single men in Gotham has gone up and she wasn't wearing a ring - Selina didn't really care. What she did care about was the quality of champagne and how much she had paid to attend this thing. After all it was only polite to accept an invitation when given. Even if Alfred sent it. $5,000 a plate did seem a bit steep though, even for Bruce.
But the Orphans were always worth it. She used to be one after all. If her money was going to go towards something worthwhile, it might as well be this.
Selina looked away, sighing, watching her mirror image in the glass looking directly out to the dance floor - the coloured reflections of partners dancing happily. She would never admit it to anyone, let alone herself, but she was looking for him. He had to be here after all. He always managed to show up, even if it was only for a few minutes - and she'd taken the night off specially.
And it'd been a while. Especially when they were both going to be scrubbed up so nicely. It seemed a shame to go the whole night skirting around the edges of the floor, especially when she was wearing $3,000 shoes.
But the Orphans were always worth it. She used to be one after all. If her money was going to go towards something worthwhile, it might as well be this.
Selina looked away, sighing, watching her mirror image in the glass looking directly out to the dance floor - the coloured reflections of partners dancing happily. She would never admit it to anyone, let alone herself, but she was looking for him. He had to be here after all. He always managed to show up, even if it was only for a few minutes - and she'd taken the night off specially.
And it'd been a while. Especially when they were both going to be scrubbed up so nicely. It seemed a shame to go the whole night skirting around the edges of the floor, especially when she was wearing $3,000 shoes.
Promt: How did you ring in the new year?
Aug. 15th, 2011 11:08 pmIt was quarter to twelve and people were starting to form groups on the dance floor. Selina watched carefully from the side lines. She'd never been one to dance in a crowd and sing Auld Langs Syne. And she'd certainly never be caught dead in a 'Happy New Year!' hat. The annual Wayne Foundation new year party was something of a necessity for anyone who was anyone in Gotham and she wouldn't have missed it for anything, not even the prospect of a silly hat. No, she was here to show face and shake hands. Here because that was what was expected of her and nothing less. She was known now, and part of her hated it.
She turned away from the hoards and looked out across Gotham. It was snowing outside and the white haze made the view almost beautiful. It made a difference from the rain anyway. Taking one last look behind her Selina opened a glass door and stepped out into the cold night air. The midnight blue gown she was wearing wasn't exactly suitable for the weather but she didn't often feel the cold and the night air filled her lungs. Breathing deeply she walked across the balcony area. It was vast and the tropical plants which were decorating it were now covered in a layer of ice, the blue fairy lights which covered them flashing intermitantly. The city around her seemed still and quiet, Gotham was waiting to welcome in a new year and everyone was prepairing to celebrate a new beginning. She could have laughed
Selina reached the edge of the balcony peering over the side down into the darkness. So quiet, so strange. The only thing disturbing it was the odd clink and the chatter from inside. She folded her arms and stared out.
"Not enjoying the party Ms Kyle?"
Selina didn't move. The voice resonated in her mind. She smiled a soft half smile looking out over the cityscape.
"Not particularly. I was waiting for someone but they didn't show.' She replied.
"Thats a shame," came the reply.
Selina felt a hand on her bare shoulder, but it wasn't flesh, it was rough. The fabric feel made her shift, turning on her heel to face him. The snow was landing on the black kevlar suit slowly and he stood stoic and statue like, as always. His eyes glinted through the darkness.
"You always show up just in time Bruce." She spoke slowly, quietly looking up at The Bat.
"On the dot," he replied wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her too him.
A chime rang out over Gotham.
Midnight. Fireworks and explosions. Their lips met as a cheer went up from the main room. People embracing, congratulating each other. Awkward gestures and kisses. He pulled her closer, and she melted into the warmth his arms provided.
Another year, another twelve months of misery and pain. But what the hell, she thought.
At least we can start it with a bang.
She turned away from the hoards and looked out across Gotham. It was snowing outside and the white haze made the view almost beautiful. It made a difference from the rain anyway. Taking one last look behind her Selina opened a glass door and stepped out into the cold night air. The midnight blue gown she was wearing wasn't exactly suitable for the weather but she didn't often feel the cold and the night air filled her lungs. Breathing deeply she walked across the balcony area. It was vast and the tropical plants which were decorating it were now covered in a layer of ice, the blue fairy lights which covered them flashing intermitantly. The city around her seemed still and quiet, Gotham was waiting to welcome in a new year and everyone was prepairing to celebrate a new beginning. She could have laughed
Selina reached the edge of the balcony peering over the side down into the darkness. So quiet, so strange. The only thing disturbing it was the odd clink and the chatter from inside. She folded her arms and stared out.
"Not enjoying the party Ms Kyle?"
Selina didn't move. The voice resonated in her mind. She smiled a soft half smile looking out over the cityscape.
"Not particularly. I was waiting for someone but they didn't show.' She replied.
"Thats a shame," came the reply.
Selina felt a hand on her bare shoulder, but it wasn't flesh, it was rough. The fabric feel made her shift, turning on her heel to face him. The snow was landing on the black kevlar suit slowly and he stood stoic and statue like, as always. His eyes glinted through the darkness.
"You always show up just in time Bruce." She spoke slowly, quietly looking up at The Bat.
"On the dot," he replied wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her too him.
A chime rang out over Gotham.
Midnight. Fireworks and explosions. Their lips met as a cheer went up from the main room. People embracing, congratulating each other. Awkward gestures and kisses. He pulled her closer, and she melted into the warmth his arms provided.
Another year, another twelve months of misery and pain. But what the hell, she thought.
At least we can start it with a bang.
