Because Michelle Rodriguez as Catwoman would be awesome!
One day I will figure out the crossposting from DW. *sigh* In the meantime, here's Ms. Rodriguez as Selina Kyle!
Title: Reason For Change
Characters: Latina!Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1260
Disclaimer: DC Comics and Warner Bros. own.
AN: For the Racebending Revenge Ficathon! Takes place sometime after The Dark Knight. Lots and lots of thanks to
crossedwires for the beta! You are awesome! =D Also, if there is anything anyone would like to point out, any questions or concerns, please do let me know.
Curiosity led her there. Her name had been on the guest list, but it was obvious they weren’t expecting her. That reaction-the way they tried to reconcile her face to her name-she’d never gotten used to. The same thought always popped in her head, she really should have changed her last name long ago. It’s not like it meant much. Her mother remarried when Selina was only three years old and made her and her younger sister take on the new husband’s last name. It had not been a happy time. Her mother committed suicide within two years and shortly after, the new husband drank himself to death.
But she didn’t swell on the past too long, she had her first fundraiser to attend. Her excitement was short lived. The request for an ID when no one else had been asked would prepare her for the way the remainder of the evening would follow.
She can still recall it all with such clarity. It became a catalyst of sorts.
…
Rather quickly it became clear that she was not a welcome addition. She received all these looks. Most of the guests didn’t even try to be subtle. The disdain, the outrage was evident on their faces. Selina could easily guess their thoughts:
How dare she? How dare she attempt to associate with them? Clearly, she didn’t belong. Clearly, she was an imposter of some sort.
She’d heard it all before. Of course, someone might have been thinking, Oh, I love her dress! Who did her hair? But Selina very much doubted it. It didn’t matter that she had been invited or that she paid for her plate like everyone else had, the focus was on the glaring difference between her and them.
Having dealt with this sort of situation before, she saw no need to give them what they wanted. She did not make for the door like the back of her mind urged. It wasn’t that she was a glutton for pain, but rather she was not going to let anyone scare her away.
“Looking for someone?”
She turned to see none other than Bruce Wayne standing next to her.
“Something, actually,” she said, “I don’t see the bar.”
As he led her to it, the looks became less full of contempt and more inquisitive.
Bruce Wayne’s playboy persona demanded he be seen with a beautiful woman and Selina Kyle wondered what the reaction of someone like him with someone like her would be. She got her answer as he led her to the dance floor. She could almost hear the resounding thud of their collective jaws hitting the spotless, marble floor.
As Selina danced with Gotham’s most eligible bachelor, an escalating struggle raged within her. How she wanted to smack those damn looks off their faces. There was a time she would have without hesitation despite the ridiculously expensive gown she wore.
The other part of her reminded her she was better than that. She would not let them or their ignorance get to her.
Bruce proved a good distraction. She’d never paid much attention to all the media coverage surrounding him. He was handsome, of course, but not at all her type. He made idle conversation while dancing too close to her. She placed her arm between them to give her space, he only grinned.
“Where are you from?” he asked, but Selina assumed he did so more as an excuse to press his thigh against hers again than because he actually wanted to know. He really seemed to be the unabashed skirt chaser the news reports made him out to be.
“The Narrows,” she replied, waiting - half hoping - for the inevitable.
It never came. His expression did change, but it wasn’t the usual appalled shock. Instead, his playful demeanor vanished and he turned serious.
“Do you still live there?”
She looked up at him, brown eyes locked into hazel ones.
“No, not for a while,” she replied and felt a pang of guilt because of it. Many times she thought about going back. Her sister still lived there, but since her mother passed away, they had lost touch.
The song ending, they returned to the bar. There, he was different. No longer as playful, no longer wearing his trademark smirk. She wondered why he would care so much about The Narrows. Making things worse were the constant sideways glances, the not-so-hushed whispers as she passed… Shouldn’t she be serving our drinks? Why can’t we pass that Arizona law here? The things they said about him because he “lowered” himself by dancing with her weren’t much better. It became too much and she couldn’t find it in herself to let it go.
The anger she experienced surged from many different places, but she well knew that a thief who was angry was useless. So, she channeled it into something productive instead of destructive, something dangerous. It was then Selina resolved to hit them where it would really hurt. She catalogued each and every one of those nasty, insulting looks and all the little comments. They would determine her next targets.
…
Initially, it was such an adrenaline rush to steal from people who had wronged her, who deserved it. Sure, the insurance companies covered the losses, but that was beside the point. As Catwoman, she got even for all the insults to Selina. It was her turn to hurt them, make them feel vulnerable. A revenge fantasy at its best.
For weeks - months - she got even.
She continued to run into Bruce at various events and they kept it light, fun. He liked her, she liked him, but there were too many things standing in the way. Whenever things got a little serious, they both had a tendency to pull away. Sometimes weeks went by, but she managed to keep herself from missing him too much. Mostly due to Batman who had a way of showing up just at the right time. Museums, penthouses, there he was, right on cue.
But something strange happened and the high began to fade. It wasn’t that she made such a name for her thieving ways that the Commissioner made capturing her top priority. And it wasn’t that her run-ins with the Batman were more enjoyable than she ever expected. No, the satisfaction she once experienced grew less and less as more time passed.
At fundraisers, at parties, the looks subsided some, but that wasn’t why stealing from them ceased holding the same pleasure it once did. She wondered why.
Eventually, she came to realize the reason. She had been selfish. Thinking only of herself. That had to change. It would.
…
It was an easy change to make. Not the stealing part, no, she wouldn’t give that up, the not keeping everything for herself part. Most of what she took she gave away. A doctor, who despite the escalating crime rate and population change did not move her practice out of the Narrows, various Women’s shelters, and the community center all received large anonymous donations.
The harder part was returning to the place she once called home. It was sad to see it all pretty much as she left it. To walks the streets by day was very different than running across rooftops at night. The darkness had a way of covering all the ugliness and decay the light exposed. And though nothing of her old life remained - her sister had married and moved away - Selina found comfort in knowing she could help this part of Gotham as much as the other.
Title: Reason For Change
Characters: Latina!Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1260
Disclaimer: DC Comics and Warner Bros. own.
AN: For the Racebending Revenge Ficathon! Takes place sometime after The Dark Knight. Lots and lots of thanks to
crossedwires for the beta! You are awesome! =D Also, if there is anything anyone would like to point out, any questions or concerns, please do let me know.
Curiosity led her there. Her name had been on the guest list, but it was obvious they weren’t expecting her. That reaction-the way they tried to reconcile her face to her name-she’d never gotten used to. The same thought always popped in her head, she really should have changed her last name long ago. It’s not like it meant much. Her mother remarried when Selina was only three years old and made her and her younger sister take on the new husband’s last name. It had not been a happy time. Her mother committed suicide within two years and shortly after, the new husband drank himself to death.
But she didn’t swell on the past too long, she had her first fundraiser to attend. Her excitement was short lived. The request for an ID when no one else had been asked would prepare her for the way the remainder of the evening would follow.
She can still recall it all with such clarity. It became a catalyst of sorts.
…
Rather quickly it became clear that she was not a welcome addition. She received all these looks. Most of the guests didn’t even try to be subtle. The disdain, the outrage was evident on their faces. Selina could easily guess their thoughts:
How dare she? How dare she attempt to associate with them? Clearly, she didn’t belong. Clearly, she was an imposter of some sort.
She’d heard it all before. Of course, someone might have been thinking, Oh, I love her dress! Who did her hair? But Selina very much doubted it. It didn’t matter that she had been invited or that she paid for her plate like everyone else had, the focus was on the glaring difference between her and them.
Having dealt with this sort of situation before, she saw no need to give them what they wanted. She did not make for the door like the back of her mind urged. It wasn’t that she was a glutton for pain, but rather she was not going to let anyone scare her away.
“Looking for someone?”
She turned to see none other than Bruce Wayne standing next to her.
“Something, actually,” she said, “I don’t see the bar.”
As he led her to it, the looks became less full of contempt and more inquisitive.
Bruce Wayne’s playboy persona demanded he be seen with a beautiful woman and Selina Kyle wondered what the reaction of someone like him with someone like her would be. She got her answer as he led her to the dance floor. She could almost hear the resounding thud of their collective jaws hitting the spotless, marble floor.
As Selina danced with Gotham’s most eligible bachelor, an escalating struggle raged within her. How she wanted to smack those damn looks off their faces. There was a time she would have without hesitation despite the ridiculously expensive gown she wore.
The other part of her reminded her she was better than that. She would not let them or their ignorance get to her.
Bruce proved a good distraction. She’d never paid much attention to all the media coverage surrounding him. He was handsome, of course, but not at all her type. He made idle conversation while dancing too close to her. She placed her arm between them to give her space, he only grinned.
“Where are you from?” he asked, but Selina assumed he did so more as an excuse to press his thigh against hers again than because he actually wanted to know. He really seemed to be the unabashed skirt chaser the news reports made him out to be.
“The Narrows,” she replied, waiting - half hoping - for the inevitable.
It never came. His expression did change, but it wasn’t the usual appalled shock. Instead, his playful demeanor vanished and he turned serious.
“Do you still live there?”
She looked up at him, brown eyes locked into hazel ones.
“No, not for a while,” she replied and felt a pang of guilt because of it. Many times she thought about going back. Her sister still lived there, but since her mother passed away, they had lost touch.
The song ending, they returned to the bar. There, he was different. No longer as playful, no longer wearing his trademark smirk. She wondered why he would care so much about The Narrows. Making things worse were the constant sideways glances, the not-so-hushed whispers as she passed… Shouldn’t she be serving our drinks? Why can’t we pass that Arizona law here? The things they said about him because he “lowered” himself by dancing with her weren’t much better. It became too much and she couldn’t find it in herself to let it go.
The anger she experienced surged from many different places, but she well knew that a thief who was angry was useless. So, she channeled it into something productive instead of destructive, something dangerous. It was then Selina resolved to hit them where it would really hurt. She catalogued each and every one of those nasty, insulting looks and all the little comments. They would determine her next targets.
…
Initially, it was such an adrenaline rush to steal from people who had wronged her, who deserved it. Sure, the insurance companies covered the losses, but that was beside the point. As Catwoman, she got even for all the insults to Selina. It was her turn to hurt them, make them feel vulnerable. A revenge fantasy at its best.
For weeks - months - she got even.
She continued to run into Bruce at various events and they kept it light, fun. He liked her, she liked him, but there were too many things standing in the way. Whenever things got a little serious, they both had a tendency to pull away. Sometimes weeks went by, but she managed to keep herself from missing him too much. Mostly due to Batman who had a way of showing up just at the right time. Museums, penthouses, there he was, right on cue.
But something strange happened and the high began to fade. It wasn’t that she made such a name for her thieving ways that the Commissioner made capturing her top priority. And it wasn’t that her run-ins with the Batman were more enjoyable than she ever expected. No, the satisfaction she once experienced grew less and less as more time passed.
At fundraisers, at parties, the looks subsided some, but that wasn’t why stealing from them ceased holding the same pleasure it once did. She wondered why.
Eventually, she came to realize the reason. She had been selfish. Thinking only of herself. That had to change. It would.
…
It was an easy change to make. Not the stealing part, no, she wouldn’t give that up, the not keeping everything for herself part. Most of what she took she gave away. A doctor, who despite the escalating crime rate and population change did not move her practice out of the Narrows, various Women’s shelters, and the community center all received large anonymous donations.
The harder part was returning to the place she once called home. It was sad to see it all pretty much as she left it. To walks the streets by day was very different than running across rooftops at night. The darkness had a way of covering all the ugliness and decay the light exposed. And though nothing of her old life remained - her sister had married and moved away - Selina found comfort in knowing she could help this part of Gotham as much as the other.