Life Through Cat Eyes
Authors note: SPOILERS ON THE NEW 52 CATWOMAN COMICS! This is Catwoman's POV or as her true name Selina Kyle.
On that rooftop he told me he would never forgive me if I went through with what I was planning to do….
I love you Bruce Wayne, but I need to do this! Is what I should have said then, but of course I didn't have the gumption to. I almost shed tears in that moment because deep down I feel like he truly doesn't care for me, that I am his "plaything." Although, even if he did love me back he would never admit it to anyone, including me. So there I was just inches away from his luscious lip when I pulled away to do a triple backflip to the horrendous man that killed my best friend.
"This won't make you feel any better!" He informed me.
"YES IT WILL!" I screeched.
Of course I lied then, it would make me feel some pleasure in knowing that that bastard man was dead, but I also know I would never forgive myself for what happened to Lola.
With one swipe of my razor sharp claws I slashed Bone's hands, while my Batman sat and watched with disgust. I would get away while Batman saved that sadistic fuck of a man. Everything at this moment was now filled with maudlin feelings about my abominable life, at least I could take great glee from knowing that Bone's hands will be deformed.
As I got away I secretly wished that Batman would find me and comfort me after this whole ordeal, but he won't. If anything he will lecture me. He doesn't understand me! He never will… Sometimes I wish that Bruce and I could have a normal relationship together, what a laughable idea.
When I returned to Lola's apartment I glanced again at her mutilated body and winced. WHY COULDN'T THAT HAVE BEEN ME? Almost instantaneously I began to sob uncontrollably, and scratch as my sides drawing blood.
Bam Bam! The cops had found me, and not in the way I had previously condoned. They found me cradling my deceased friend.
They immediately came to the conclusion that I was the murderer. I lunged through the window crashing down on myself and cried out in pain while escaped.
How can I ever live with myself?