Post by Selina Kyle on Aug 25, 2013 15:10:07 GMT -5
(Catwoman/Nightwing thread c:
Screw dates because like... we're the only people here. Happens a few days after Defiance)
It's been a few days since she'd received that wound to her leg and allowed Remy to help her. Selina knew when she had to accept help, and with Bane's men running around that night most likely searching for her- she couldn't chance being caught alone and wounded. So she'd accepted despite her regular inclination to refuse.
However, just days later she was back in the catsuit. Lying low was probably a better idea, especially considering her leg was still wrapped up beneath her leather suit. But so long as she didn't do any fighting she'd be fine. Just some rooftop navigation, breath a little fresh air. Still, she brought her spare whip just in case.
It was night, as it often was when she adorned the suit, even though Bane's men and gangsters were running the streets by day now too. There was something coming, Selina caught wind of it though she didn't know exactly what. But Bane wasn't done with this city by a long shot.
Perhaps she took to the night because that's what he always did, Batman. She knew better than everyone else about his death, but it still felt better taking to some of the old habits. Regardless, Selina hadn't told or uttered to a soul that Bruce was still alive. She'd left him for Gotham, she wasn't about to betray him further by spilling his now biggest secret.
Now however, she was sitting on the edge of a roof, looking over the streets below, the glow of lights illuminating her sharp features and glinting off her red goggles. It was oddly tranquil, as she perched there on the front of her feet, hands on her knee's with surprising balance.
Alone, for what she knew.
Screw dates because like... we're the only people here. Happens a few days after Defiance)
It's been a few days since she'd received that wound to her leg and allowed Remy to help her. Selina knew when she had to accept help, and with Bane's men running around that night most likely searching for her- she couldn't chance being caught alone and wounded. So she'd accepted despite her regular inclination to refuse.
However, just days later she was back in the catsuit. Lying low was probably a better idea, especially considering her leg was still wrapped up beneath her leather suit. But so long as she didn't do any fighting she'd be fine. Just some rooftop navigation, breath a little fresh air. Still, she brought her spare whip just in case.
It was night, as it often was when she adorned the suit, even though Bane's men and gangsters were running the streets by day now too. There was something coming, Selina caught wind of it though she didn't know exactly what. But Bane wasn't done with this city by a long shot.
Perhaps she took to the night because that's what he always did, Batman. She knew better than everyone else about his death, but it still felt better taking to some of the old habits. Regardless, Selina hadn't told or uttered to a soul that Bruce was still alive. She'd left him for Gotham, she wasn't about to betray him further by spilling his now biggest secret.
Now however, she was sitting on the edge of a roof, looking over the streets below, the glow of lights illuminating her sharp features and glinting off her red goggles. It was oddly tranquil, as she perched there on the front of her feet, hands on her knee's with surprising balance.
Alone, for what she knew.