Emeralds for her
You can tell a lot about a person by looking into their eyes, they say eyes are the windows of the soul… Yet when I look at the woman sitting across from me, Selina Kyle, her emerald eyes tell nothing. Her brown hair slicked back, but the back curled naturally without using heat, brown skin that looked almost godly under the soft golden light of the club, and although most wouldn’t notice, -I definitely hadn’t until a few seconds of paying attention to nothing but her voice- she had a slight accent… if I had to guess… somewhere from the caribbean. A beautiful mystery she is, intriguing, almost… if not as much as the spider that visits me. Her laugh almost as addicting as the hard liquor she sips on, yet it seems to have no effect on her. We seem to have a lot in common…
I fiddle with the black diamond at the center of my dress, something I could see she had her eye on. It seemed to have most of her attention, more than I did. It almost made me jealous. Relax, Felicia. You just met her. Yet why does it feel like in the couple of hours we’ve talked I understand her more than I know myself?
“Trust me, out of all people I understand loving someone yet not being able to be together because of the paths you take.” I could hear the familiar police sirens run by the club before fading into the distance, and I knew the spider was close by, following behind or already at the scene.
“We loved one another, I know that in my heart.” She started before moving her drink to the side. “Sometimes love isn’t enough, not when it comes to the people you are, when it affects the relationship and how you see one another.”
We had just met, yet here we were talking to one another like we had known each other for years. This woman was something special, I could tell just by being around her. It was the comfort in knowing someone who could see me the way no one else had before. Was that pathetic? Finding comfort in a stranger?
“It is getting late, I need rest after that long drive from Gotham.” She pulls out her wallet to pay for the drinks we shared,
“On the house, from one cat club owner to another.”
I walked her out to her car, you could never be too safe in the city. She grins at me with a sly smirk before driving away. This was a large city but I was sure I’d see her again.
I reached my penthouse, slipping out of the silk and into a nightgown. I loved the jewels that sparkled on display, the ones I had bought with the money I had earned. Yet… the one’s I had stolen by myself have my love much more.
I was born a thief. Raised a thief. Even when my father got arrested after being caught as the Black Cat, no matter how much he warned me, told me to live a good life, it was hard to help it. Especially after he took something from me, stole from me, stealing things felt like I was making a wrong right.
But none of that compared to the black cat diamond dad stole for me… I don’t think any other diamond will matter. And so for the night I locked it away tightly in a vault no one could break into. Or so I thought.
BAM!
I had gotten hold of my gun and shot at the cat burglar trying to break in, a woman who had taken the title more seriously than I thought. She wore a dark purple latex suit with black leather boots and gloves, a whip stored in her boot, her cowl had cat ears on the top covering the upper half of her face while letting her curly hair out in the back. She somehow managed to skilfully dodge my shot. Definitely wasn’t one of my cat girls from the club, that would be too obvious.
“So quick to shoot?” She said with a smile that felt familiar, yet that wasn’t my focus.
My focus was on the black diamond she had in her hand. My diamond kitty. “Put that down. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
“I have some clue.” she tries to move past me, she’s effortless with it moving like the wind.
But this Catwoman has nothing on the daughter of the Black Cat. I aim a kick up at her arm, she lets out a harsh grunt. The diamond clinked as it fell to the ground. She was clearly not happy and launched at me.
“I expected nothing less from his daughter, but the difference between you and me is that I do thisprofessionally.” She threw her whip at me. Of course out of instinct I stepped back, tripping over the diamond as I fell back.
Her whip wrapped around my wrists, she pulled forwards. I fell onto her but she caught me. I went to grab the pistol I had dropped but she held my wrist with a tight grip. I may or may not have underestimated her.