If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where she was born, and what her lousy childhood was like, and how her parents were occupied and all before they had her, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but she didn't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
Felicia stood in her room in her secluded studio in New York. She took her costume and earrings off, revealing her bare back covered in deep scars. She hissed, they were starting to hurt. She needed to get to the tub to clean them. The Black Cat then heard footsteps behind her.
She stood up straight, holding back a winch from the scars. She turned her head slightly to the figure. "Get out," She growled.
Her eyes widen in surprise on what she found just in front of her doorstep. She was pretty sure Matthew Murdock would have the same face if he wasn't blind and so insensitive.
"Most cliché way to get back to your life, eh?" Matt sounded and held his hands up still a cane on one, as if he knew Felicia was already threatening him with her claws. Psh, of course he knew.
"What are you doing?" Too predictable, Felicia. At least something witty.
"Rose early in the morning to watch the birds only to find the right side of my bed was stone cold." He allowed himself to put his hands where they were supposed to be by judging from her heartbeat.
"The cat never leaves those who are loyal to them." She gripped the desk, holding back a cry as her scars began to sting.
"It was my father, okay? You would even kill me if I was between your way to your fath-Kitty, you don't leave your wounds open if you don't have healing factor."
"It's Felicia to you, asshole." She toned higher. Matt gulped hearing the sound of it. Felicia always purrs gladly and enchant him more if he calls her Kitty. "Just bloody sod off."
"Sshhh." Matt took careful, slow steps to her as if approaching a wounded pissed lion. He was the one who had all the right in this world to be cursing over her right now. But damn, now that he was up close, he could just embraces her freezing topless body and kisses her where she deserved it. "I'm sorry."
"I took the device." Matt could hear her gulping and her voice cracked a bit.
"I know." Didn't matter. He just wanted to feel her breath against his neck.
"It's really dangerous, Matt. If I can find it, so will he. I need to take care of this, maybe be gone. For awhile. Forever." Leave no thought alive to the slaughterhouse she took her pain.
Matt told her to shut the fuck up before he planted a kiss on her forehead, feeling her skin just from the sensors of his lips. Natch he knew Felicia got all those scars from protecting the device, protecting herself, and in no way on earth she would admit it, protecting himself. Is struggling with expressing feelings comes with the vigilantism and super villain package?
"We need to get those cleaned in the tub." He was the first to broke the silence, although he would preferred just like that.
"Oh no no we are not having a bathroom sex."
Matt shrugged with his signature smugly grin. "I'll take that as a tip."