Her diamond eyes...
Gotham Gazette News, October 13th 1933.
Catwoman missing?
“What an uninteresting header,” I sigh as I throw the newspaper to the backseat of my car. It’s not that I'm missing, no. It’s more about taking my business ventures elsewhere. Needed a small break, but every true gothamite knows they'll never be able to escape that god forsaken city. Maybe that’s why I’m off to New York City, ya need an animal-man based superhero? They may not have Batman, but they do have Spider-Man! Bunch of crimes ruinin’ the city even when there are heroes? NYC can be Gotham's replacement! Wanna check out a cat theme club? It may be no Kitty Kat Club but Black Cat club is just as nice.
Seriously… I’m sure there’s a saying out there for this loop I’m stuck in. Speaking of cats… who doesn’t love a good cat burglar? Walter Hardy, ex owner of the Black Cat, probably one of the most well known thieves out there, well not more well known than me let’s be honest. In cat burglar/club owner solidarity ‘course I had to come visit the Black Cat! Though… he’s in jail as we speak, currently his daughter, Felicia Sara Hardy has taken over in his place. But truth be told that is not why I’m truly visiting…
I entered the club, my curly hair slicked back, wearing a tight red dress and a long maroon fur stole over my arms. Club’s pretty nice, soft purple lighting, pleasing music, the cat costumes the servers wear almost make me want to make a copyright claim… but that is not why I’m here. I immediately spotted my target, hard to miss, a beautiful large black-purple-ish diamond in the shape of a cat caught my eyes from miles away. Saw that baby in the newspaper days ago and knew I had to have her.
And so I made my way through the club, one way or another my hands would be on her-
Her
Her… her owner, Felicia Hardy, been so busy focusing on the diamond I forgot it had an owner. Her white hair curled at the ends, the color unnatural yet it suits her… she really liked white it seemed, long silk white dress and gloves with a white fur wrap around her shoulders, the black diamond keeping it up like a button, her diamond blue eyes more captivating than that cat…
“You don’t seem like one of my regulars,” She stated with a welcoming smile,
“That is because I am new to the city.” I responded with a soft hum, needed to focus on the task.
“Is that so? Mind telling me from where? You look so familiar,” the end of her sentence trailed off softly like a whisper in the wind.
“Gotham, most call me your competition.” I said with a small smirk, she slightly tilted her head to the side, almost cat-like. “Selina Kyle, owner of the Kitty Kat Club.”
“Oh!” Her eyes widened with realization, yet something tells me she was well aware. “It is truly an honor for a female nightclub owner to visit mine, much better than these old men swarmin’ me.”
“Mind if I get you a drink?”
She smiles, her teeth pearly and smooth but her canines are a little… sharp. I could already imagine the indents they left. “As long as you pay me,” she jokes, or maybe not. “But first, tell me what brought you to New York? I’m sure your business in Gotham was doing well.”
“Was with this guy… might have heard of him super rich, Bruce Wayne. In the end his money wasn’t worth all the trouble.” I said simply, trying to ignore the drink in my hand.
“You can try lying but I can tell you ain’t the type to go for money.”
“What makes you think that about a stranger?” I move my whole body to face her, what does she think she knows about me?
“There’s something about you that feels familiar to me, maybe it’s just my personal choice to believe I know you as well as I know myself.”