The Catwoman's Haven (Catwoman + Babies; PG-13/T; #138: Window Sill)
Title: The Catwoman's Haven
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Catwoman, Cats
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: ComicDrabbles #138: Window Sill and 1-Million-Words Cry Me A River!: Finally
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 441
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
It takes every ounce of her remaining strength to climb up her building this night. She'd change her clothes and prowl through the front door, but the whole city seems to be awake tonight after the devastation that's happened. She can't stand to look at one more person tonight, so she takes to the shadows and the back alleys as she always does.
She slides her window up and leans into her apartment over the window sill. Her eyes are shut. She's moved entirely by instinct. She doesn't even care if she slips and falls back out the window, even if it's to her death. The world is spinning around her, and she embeds claws in her carpet to try to stop the downfall.
Her eyes are swollen shut, and she's been tasting the iron of her own blood for the last three hours. Hanging half in and half out of her apartment, she's now out of strength and out of will. She lays there until something that sandpapers finds the holes in her gloves and runs over her bleeding skin. Another, furry head nuzzles her bruised cheek. A sleek body of a third feline friend rubs against her left arm while two more pounce onto the window sill.
She can not see her eldest, but she senses her looking out the window to make certain she hasn't been followed. Then, and only then, do she and her mate begin to gently push at her legs. Selina lets them. She doesn't move, but her cats move her.
She falls onto the floor, a soft sound slipping from her cracked lips at the impact against broken bones. Still, she doesn't move, but she can sense them -- every one of them -- beginning to move toward her, beginning to move for her. They surround her, sandpaper tongues, furry bodies, and little, wet noses pressing against her body.
They surround her, and like every night before, every single time they've found her or she's found them close to death, they breathe new life into her. Slowly, forcibly, she manages to crack one eye open just enough that she can look out at them. Isis is ready and immediately kisses her mother. Neither can speak tonight, but Isis' purr says all that is needed: You're going to get through this, Mom. We're going to get you through it.
She follows her promise with a lick on Selina's bruised nose. Selina collapses onto the floor with her babies all around her. She closes her eyes again, but this time, she smiles, and in the loving midst of felines big and small, the Catwoman finally rests.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Catwoman, Cats
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: ComicDrabbles #138: Window Sill and 1-Million-Words Cry Me A River!: Finally
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 441
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
It takes every ounce of her remaining strength to climb up her building this night. She'd change her clothes and prowl through the front door, but the whole city seems to be awake tonight after the devastation that's happened. She can't stand to look at one more person tonight, so she takes to the shadows and the back alleys as she always does.
She slides her window up and leans into her apartment over the window sill. Her eyes are shut. She's moved entirely by instinct. She doesn't even care if she slips and falls back out the window, even if it's to her death. The world is spinning around her, and she embeds claws in her carpet to try to stop the downfall.
Her eyes are swollen shut, and she's been tasting the iron of her own blood for the last three hours. Hanging half in and half out of her apartment, she's now out of strength and out of will. She lays there until something that sandpapers finds the holes in her gloves and runs over her bleeding skin. Another, furry head nuzzles her bruised cheek. A sleek body of a third feline friend rubs against her left arm while two more pounce onto the window sill.
She can not see her eldest, but she senses her looking out the window to make certain she hasn't been followed. Then, and only then, do she and her mate begin to gently push at her legs. Selina lets them. She doesn't move, but her cats move her.
She falls onto the floor, a soft sound slipping from her cracked lips at the impact against broken bones. Still, she doesn't move, but she can sense them -- every one of them -- beginning to move toward her, beginning to move for her. They surround her, sandpaper tongues, furry bodies, and little, wet noses pressing against her body.
They surround her, and like every night before, every single time they've found her or she's found them close to death, they breathe new life into her. Slowly, forcibly, she manages to crack one eye open just enough that she can look out at them. Isis is ready and immediately kisses her mother. Neither can speak tonight, but Isis' purr says all that is needed: You're going to get through this, Mom. We're going to get you through it.
She follows her promise with a lick on Selina's bruised nose. Selina collapses onto the floor with her babies all around her. She closes her eyes again, but this time, she smiles, and in the loving midst of felines big and small, the Catwoman finally rests.
The End