( an open post #1 )

[charmlessness]

you know the rules. pick a muse. post a photo / some words / some lyrics / a link to a song, etc, with a character of your choosing. profit.

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PURRS HAPPILY

[catburgled]

[ It doesn't matter how often Selina slips into a gown for the evening, it still feels foreign to her.

She puts on her mask and pretends to be someone that belongs in a life like this; in a life that has charity balls and nights dedicated to a man for making donations to world organizations.

It's that same mask that allows her to slip away from the dance floor, leaving one billionaire playboy to find someone to take her place in the next dance as she says she needs some air. Even her feelings for him couldn't trump the the shaking reality that while she blends in perfectly, she doesn't belong in these places.

No, she made a living stealing from these people. Their precious jewels; their expensive watches that they simply must to show off because, oh, look at how the light hits it just right. She took what she needed to get by, and every once in a while she even spoiled herself.

What kind of master cat burglar would she be if she didn't?

Catwoman hasn't made an appearance in a while, and leaning against the brick wall of the building outside in a long, black gown, she won't be sharpening her claws tonight, either, though the opportunity in Gotham sang to her as it did every other night.

If she smoked, this would be the perfect moment to light one up, but she wasn't the only one outside at the moment, and she thought her present company might find it rude, anyway. ]

Dancing's not in your vast set of skills, hm?

[alleles]

[ Catwoman hasn't made an appearance in a while. Superman's everywhere. (Nobody in this part of the world seems to be very good at making up names that aren't the obvious.)

He shows up because there's a tenuous, unnamed agreement between himself and Bruce, and it feels like it's the right thing to do. You don't show up to somebody's house empty-handed and you don't turn down an invitation — it's not what he would have done, not what he woudl have preferred, but Gotham (rightfully) isn't his city and none of it means he has to understand something that isn't his.

Clark udnerstands Batman. He understands the why, if not the who. He can't say he feels the same about Selina. ]

I like it better out here.

[ He offers it to her plain. He's leaning against the same, brick wall, seated, one knee raised and one arm propped up on the round of it. Those glasses of his are still stubbornly on the bridge of his nose. (It works better than you might think. ]

I'm not sure I know how to keep up with anybody in there.