✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Eyebrows shot up at the mention of the new Italian restaurant. It had been all the new rage in Gotham since its opening, pictures of it splashed across the lifestyle pages of the newspapers with Gotham's highest elite in attendance. Selina didn't doubt for a minute that if Zatanna was bringing it up, then she knew a way to get in. After all, the words "justice league" held a lot of weight. It wasn't a world that she was interested in, but being friends with a member had its perks.

"La Salita?" she asked, though it was entirely rhetorical. "Well shit, Zee. You sure know how to show a girl a good time." Getting up from the arm chair, Selina made her way towards the balcony. It was the best exit when she was dressed in her cat suit. "I'll pick you up at eight?" she said as she turned her back to the balcony, shooting her friend a grin. It had been far too long since she'd done anything just for the fun of it. No covert operation or ulterior motive. Just her, her best friend, and some expensive wine.

"Sounds like a plan. It's always a fun time to remind the men of Gotham that we're out of their league."

There was a smile plastered on the magician's face as she was already thinking up what she'd wear tomorrow night. It was warm out right now so there was no need to worry about trying to keep warm. Of course, if they were going to stop at a nice restaurant for dinner, they'd need to make sure they met the dress code for there.

"Wanna hit that new Italian restaurant that opened last month? The one that's at the top that tower and slowly turns so you can see the city from every angle?" Apparently, that restaurant already had a waitlist that was months long. Zatanna knew a few people though. Being a famous magician and an on again, off again member of the Justice League had its perks.

[ I started playing Arkham Asylum for the first time, and I’m loving it, but goddamn does it give me motion sickness. Here’s yet another night I won’t be able to write 🤢 ]

➺ starter for @gothamcrusxder

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊  The flood relief benefit attracted all the wealthiest that Gotham had to offer, including some from out of town. It would have been a thief's dream. In any other circumstance, Selina knew she'd be a kid in a candy store, but she was in attendance for a wholly different reason. Brown eyes scanned the party, searching for her mark. Dressed in a sleek, tight fitting, floor length black dress, she fit right in. No one could have known that she snuck into the party through the employee elevator shaft.

With a small sip of her martini, not actually drinking any but playing the part, Selina finally spotted him across the room. Jeremiah Arkham. The slight, nerdy looking man didn't seem much to look at, but Selina knew that he was the key to getting into Arkham. She'd just need to find a way to send his current arm candy running for the night, then insert herself. Men were so easy, she thought to herself with a smirk.

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ It was only half a surprise to hear the heavy boots of the Batman taking chase. He was the good guy, after all. The city's protector and Selina... She didn't quite know where she fit in. Gotham had always resembled a cesspool of crime and corruption to her. As far as she was concerned, it was every man for himself.

....and every cat for herself.

Small in stature, Selina was nimble as she dashed across the rooftop, dodging cables and satellite dishes and eventually ending up in the alley. With the city already mapped out in her mind's eye, she aimed to continue down the alley and take a right. Before she could, though, the loud metallic clang of the batarang hit the brick wall next to her, sending a spark in warning.

Selina quickly changed her trajectory and dove in through the open window of an auto repair garage. It was closed down for the night and she hoped to lose him, but she could still hear him hot on her tail.

Bruce didn't... regret the words immediately, but he had to admit they might have been too hasty. His eyes were unreadable and the cowl hid enough of his face that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, which ultimately had been the goal- to make himself seem like more than a man.

But he also had no idea what Selina was thinking.

The darkness covered him like a protective blanket, and the sounds of his city... of Gotham; the only place he would ever call him, soothed him. That familiar anger settled into his chest because Bruce Wayne didn't trust anyone; it was the only way he could survive as Batman and yet... he had trusted her.

"You're better than this."

But Selina was already taking off, and Bruce had to ignore the urge to throw a batarang at her, something told him she was too clever for that so rather he took off after her. Pulling out a batarang he threw it off to the side, hoping to head her off in the direction he wanted.

➺ starter for @jewelstole

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Living up to its namesake, Gotham was always so dark that nights bled into days. Sometimes the only way to tell which was which is by the neon lights that adorned nearly every façade. Currently they buzzed and reflected on rain soaked streets as Selina made her way down a familiar alleyway. They were all familiar to her now. She knew her way around the seedy underbelly of the city like she knew the back of her hand.

The cat burglar’s current mark moved along the shadows, thinking himself perfectly sneaky. She smirked to himself from under her knit cowl, amused that he had no idea he was being stalked. All the rich government officials were the same. They thought themselves invincible, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Mr. High-and-Mighty had been flashing around some major cash recently and Selina was sure that there was nothing legal in the way it was obtained. It's like he was begging to have it stolen, so really, she felt she was doing him a favor.

Just as she was ready to pounce, she saw another movement in the shadows. Someone else was in the alley... Someone who really had to know what they were doing to not be detected by Selina.

a comprehensive list of scenarios

@safestkittykatintown said: BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Blüdhaven might be Selina's new home, but the cat burglar was far too restless to stay solely within the confines of the city. Visiting other places came with the added benefit of keeping the heat off of her when she was working new scores. She chose her marks carefully, opting for those so wealthy they'd barely miss any items stolen. It was while she was in Virginia, driving between various small towns, that her eyes fell on a particular brunette. What Selina noticed first was the woman's wardrobe. Her stiletto heels would have cost a month's worth of work at the Iceberg Lounge, not to mention the rest of the outfit. She carried herself with the confidence that only rich people did. She would be perfect, Selina thought to herself.

After doing a little reconnaissance to find the brunette's home and establish a pattern for a schedule, Selina chose the night to enact her plan. Getting in was easy. The woman didn't even have a security alarm to disconnect. After doing a sweep of the place to ensure that she was alone, the thief then slinked her way to the bedroom where she searched for the jewelry. She stashed what she could grab in her backpack before her eyes spotted a blue cameo necklace that looked very old. Selina picked it up, letting it dangle in a ray of light from the street lamps outside, her brown eyes studying it with wonder.

Then the light was blocked as though a shadow moved over the window. Selina's attention snapped up to the balcony window where she saw the brunette standing. It was impossible! She had double checked to make sure she was alone in the house and she didn't hear anyone enter. Yet there her mark was, watching as she pawed her way through the jewels. Slowly, Selina straightened, keeping her features under the woolen cowl casual. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I was just leaving."

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ Mirroring the inmate's actions, Selina picked up the phone and held it to her ear. At the sound of her name, her smirk grew, giving way to the fact that Sofia was correct in her assumption. "Hello sister," she replied. The word felt strange on her tongue. Selina was used to being alone in her life, but on the other side of the plexiglass partition, she saw a potential ally. "I take it you got my letter? I wasn't actually sure what these bastards in here pass on to the inmates or not." She took a steadying breath, the first inkling that Selina was nervous. "I saw what happened. To the Falcones."

brown hues narrowed as she was lead into the visiting area in heavy shackles. there had been some suspicion at first regarding who was waiting for her. more fans, reporters, hollywood big wigs wanting to turn her life story into a tv series? they'd all come over the past month and sofia no longer had the time or bandwidth to deal with blood suckers. but no – the woman sitting in front of her wasn't any of those things. she could feel it in her bones. picking up the phone, sofia took a pause to study the woman's face. then she realized. the letter. “selina?”

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ The response Harvey gave earned him a knowing smirk from Selina. She wasn't bothered at all by the challenge. They were right after all - it was big talk. Fortunately for the catwoman, though, she knew she could back it up. There wasn't a safe in Gotham that she couldn't crack, and she prided herself on that. She only hoped that Harvey would keep their word and come through with her reward.

"Well then, no point in standing around here any longer," she replied. Trusting they would keep up, Selina headed down the alley towards a window that was left open. It sat near the ground, but led into a basement - the basement of the building they were going to rob.

She dropped in gracefully, then began to lead the way to another room. "I've already scoped the place out. Security is in this way. We just need to shut down the system before we can help ourselves to the vault on the third floor."

𝐔𝐏  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄   the  minutiae  details  of  their  scars  ,  every  ridge  to  be  traced  it  told  the  story  of  that  day  ;  though  ,  in  reality  ,  these  scars  were  formed  over  years  .  Sure  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐃𝐀𝐘  had  only  exposed  what  was  already  there  ,  hidden  beneath  the  once  seemingly  incorruptible  visage  of  HARVEY  DENT  !

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄  ...   CATWOMAN  had  a  reputation  behind  ,  maybe  not  quite  like  that  of  the  infamous  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  but  it  was  still  enough  to  catch  his  attention  .  &&  She's  got  the  personality  to  boot  .  Hands  tucked  away  into  his  pocket  ,  long-tailed  coat  draping  towards  the  floor  &&  taking  drags  from  the  cigarette  between  his  teeth  &&  lips  .

 ❝  𝐁𝐈𝐆  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊  .  Lets  see  if  yer  can  live  up  to  it  ,  pussy  cat  .  &&  You'll  get  yer  reward  . ❞   Of  course  he's  left  out  the  details  about  the  coin  but  for  now  he  needed  her  hot  on  her  feet  .

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ There was no point in struggling against the vice like grip. Selina knew she couldn't simply pull herself away. She needed to be smart about it. The mention of bringing her in, however, wiped the smirk from her face and playful sparkle in her eye. "All this time and you still don't know a thing about me, do you?" she asked rhetorically, her voice low as she held his gaze. Sometimes she felt that if she stared hard enough, she'd begin to see who was under the mask.

"I did leave," Selina went on, not entirely sure why she felt that he needed an explanation. "Believe me, coming back wasn't an easy choice." She had her reasons - reasons that she wasn't entirely sure he could understand. Sofia Gigante. "I need what's in this bag. You and I both know that cops here aren't your biggest fan. Let me go and I promise you won't ever have to see me again." With her free hand, she slowly slid her palm up his chest and over the metal bat insignia. Fingers splayed across the hard leather. "Unless..." It was a hail mary. Her attempt to distract him while her mind raced for a way to get free.

Bruce had suspicions about why she had stolen from who she had stolen from; nothing he could prove and it was shaky enough that it wasn't worth bringing him, but her victim had been someone he'd been monitoring for awhile, but it wasn't up to either of them who was worth stealing from and who wasn't.

The masked vigilante pulled back at the last second so he wouldn't overly hurt her- but he needed her to see reason. "This isn't a game Selina." But he did miss that time when he'd worked with her, "And this isn't the time for you to go back to old tricks. I thought you left the city?" He kept his grip tight, "Which means I need to get you to GCPD so I can move on, doesn't it?"

A promise on the grave of my parents; With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

Written by Jay. He/Him. 30+