Before TLH
Title: Firsts
Characters: Catwoman/Batman
Summary: First time Selina Kyle makes an appearance among high society. Takes place before The Long Halloween begins.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Disclaimer: Selina Kyle and everyone else belong to DC Comics.
Selina Kyle
I can feel all eyes on me as I enter, my hand wrapped loosely around the youngest Convington's arm. We're the same age, but I feel much older. Hell, I know I am. He's handsome, but not my type. I simply needed his name to get me into the museum.
No one here knows me, not personally, and that's the way I like it. A few months ago, I could never walk in here and blend in. I carried the stink of the East End on me. But now, I'm as good as these pretenders at faking it.
I know they all put on a show because all they do is scream at or ignore each other in the privacy of their own homes. I know this because I have to. If I'm going to steal from them successfully, I have to know their habits.
Planning my nightly activities inevitably leads me to think about him.
The bat...
But I remember where I am and he'll have to wait.
Just looking around and knowing I'll be taking from them soon enough makes me almost giddy and I smile...a genuine one. Here, everyone wears plastic smiles, but...him...I've never seen him before. Mmm...he's tall, dark, and handsome...reminds me of...no, can't think of the night. Not yet.
The closer I get, the more handsome he gets. There's something about his eyes...those blue eyes. He's trying to force them. Trying to have them be carefree and happy, but they're not. He's not.
Why pretend? Well, I almost forgot where we are. I guess we all have our reasons.
I ask the kid holding my hand who those blue eyes belong to and he tells me, but not before giving me a disapproving look. Apparently, my eyes should not be roaming and are supposed to be glued to my date, like his young ones are to me. I only laugh at his silliness. In all honesty, I'd rather have those blue eyes on me...along with the rest of him...
I have work to do, so those blue eyes will have to wait for now. I manage to lose the kid and I make my way to the northern wing, where the piece I'm here for is on display.
I walk into the empty gallery and glance behind me before I get closer to the painting. I can't help but smile when I realize it won't be difficult to take. Not at all.
“May I ask what you find amusing?”
I turn to see that those blue eyes have a deep, sexy voice to go along with them.
“Oh, I was just thinking that the postcards I have don't do this justice.”
He walks towards me and looks at the painting. He lets out a small smile, “You're an art lover, then?”
“That, I am.” I reply truthfully. I love what I get for art like this.
Our gaze travels from the painting to one another. We look at each other in silence. Only he and I seem to exist.
“Maybe...” he begins to say when the kid walks into the gallery.
“Selina. Where have you been? I've been looking for you.” he says, unable to contain the jealousy in his voice.
I smile despite wanting to scratch his eyes out, “I've been here, Teddy. Admiring this...perfect piece.”
“I'm glad Bruce has been keeping you company,” he manages to spit out.
“Actually, Theodore, I just got here,” blue eyes turn to face me, “we haven't been properly introduced.” He extends his hand, “Bruce Wayne.”
I take his hand and I hate that it takes me a moment to reply, “Selina Kyle.” I can't remember a grasp so strong, so powerful. And I instantly regret coming with the kid. I wonder if Bruce would mind going home with someone else's date, but I decide I won't find out. Not tonight, anyway.
“It's a pleasure to meet you,” he tells me. His lips form a flirtatious grin, but there's something I can't place lurking behind his eyes, “I hope to see you, again...sometime...”
I smile at him, “Oh, I'm sure you will.” I release his hand reluctantly and I can't wait to feel that power on me again.
to be continued...
Characters: Catwoman/Batman
Summary: First time Selina Kyle makes an appearance among high society. Takes place before The Long Halloween begins.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Disclaimer: Selina Kyle and everyone else belong to DC Comics.
Selina Kyle
I can feel all eyes on me as I enter, my hand wrapped loosely around the youngest Convington's arm. We're the same age, but I feel much older. Hell, I know I am. He's handsome, but not my type. I simply needed his name to get me into the museum.
No one here knows me, not personally, and that's the way I like it. A few months ago, I could never walk in here and blend in. I carried the stink of the East End on me. But now, I'm as good as these pretenders at faking it.
I know they all put on a show because all they do is scream at or ignore each other in the privacy of their own homes. I know this because I have to. If I'm going to steal from them successfully, I have to know their habits.
Planning my nightly activities inevitably leads me to think about him.
The bat...
But I remember where I am and he'll have to wait.
Just looking around and knowing I'll be taking from them soon enough makes me almost giddy and I smile...a genuine one. Here, everyone wears plastic smiles, but...him...I've never seen him before. Mmm...he's tall, dark, and handsome...reminds me of...no, can't think of the night. Not yet.
The closer I get, the more handsome he gets. There's something about his eyes...those blue eyes. He's trying to force them. Trying to have them be carefree and happy, but they're not. He's not.
Why pretend? Well, I almost forgot where we are. I guess we all have our reasons.
I ask the kid holding my hand who those blue eyes belong to and he tells me, but not before giving me a disapproving look. Apparently, my eyes should not be roaming and are supposed to be glued to my date, like his young ones are to me. I only laugh at his silliness. In all honesty, I'd rather have those blue eyes on me...along with the rest of him...
I have work to do, so those blue eyes will have to wait for now. I manage to lose the kid and I make my way to the northern wing, where the piece I'm here for is on display.
I walk into the empty gallery and glance behind me before I get closer to the painting. I can't help but smile when I realize it won't be difficult to take. Not at all.
“May I ask what you find amusing?”
I turn to see that those blue eyes have a deep, sexy voice to go along with them.
“Oh, I was just thinking that the postcards I have don't do this justice.”
He walks towards me and looks at the painting. He lets out a small smile, “You're an art lover, then?”
“That, I am.” I reply truthfully. I love what I get for art like this.
Our gaze travels from the painting to one another. We look at each other in silence. Only he and I seem to exist.
“Maybe...” he begins to say when the kid walks into the gallery.
“Selina. Where have you been? I've been looking for you.” he says, unable to contain the jealousy in his voice.
I smile despite wanting to scratch his eyes out, “I've been here, Teddy. Admiring this...perfect piece.”
“I'm glad Bruce has been keeping you company,” he manages to spit out.
“Actually, Theodore, I just got here,” blue eyes turn to face me, “we haven't been properly introduced.” He extends his hand, “Bruce Wayne.”
I take his hand and I hate that it takes me a moment to reply, “Selina Kyle.” I can't remember a grasp so strong, so powerful. And I instantly regret coming with the kid. I wonder if Bruce would mind going home with someone else's date, but I decide I won't find out. Not tonight, anyway.
“It's a pleasure to meet you,” he tells me. His lips form a flirtatious grin, but there's something I can't place lurking behind his eyes, “I hope to see you, again...sometime...”
I smile at him, “Oh, I'm sure you will.” I release his hand reluctantly and I can't wait to feel that power on me again.
to be continued...