Chapter 14 : Suiting Up
The flickering bathroom light caressed over her battered slender body, Selina lifted her high stiletto heeled boot on the vanity, wincing as the bandage covering her scars and gashes rubbed over her pale skin. Her bruised ribs were protected by layer gauze, top of her hand with a piece of cotton and medical tape, she managed to steal from the Thomas Wayne Clinic across from the Crime Alley, even her left hip had marks from shards of glass from her previous nightly brawl of saving a sixteen year old girl becoming mistreated by an idiotic mark.
She never shed a tear for her pain, blood and bruises.
Tears were weakness and displayed vulnerability to her prey.
She kept herself stable, leveled on her heel and maintained the fierce strength by looking at her scars.
Each wound she endured, each bone she mended and blood stained gauze she threw out became memories of risk taking and surviving another night.
There where moments when she put on the cool leather over her body, and dared the night to engage romance of her.
Shadows were her dance partners, guiding her on the rooftop.
Moonlight always gave her the center stage, gleaming in her dark brown eyes, shining over her red lips.
Tonight, she knew that she was going to dance with the devil.
Collect more scars and regrets for her collect.
Cheat the game of life and death, by lacing the dice.
Tonight, she was going to marry the night, create an everlasting vow to the darkness.
Selina checked her bandaged wounds, and then settled her dark eyes on the cat mask resting on the hook of the bathroom door. Her symbol of freedom, risks and surviving.
She tied her auburn strands into a tight pony tail, and then lifted the cowl off the hook, holding it in her hands, feeling the power burn in her pulsing veins.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped on the mask and became the elusive master jewel thief and mistress of darkness.
Her dark eyes became molten orbs of fire and passion, and her body carved for the night air to ease the aches and throbs penetrating in her muscles. She zipped out her matte-black body suit to the neck, pulled on her gripping gloves, strapped on her compartment belt around her dangerous curves and sauntered out of the bathroom, meeting the eyes of her teenage roommate, standing there with a few cuts on her fair cheeks and smeared lip stick.
"You're going out again?" the teenager asked, her squeaky voice laced with concern. "Selina, last time an idiot almost killed you."
Selina shrugged her toned shoulders, "Almost, kid." she purred with a defiant smirk. She swayed her curves and long legs to the balcony window, vaulting on the dresser, her gloved hands gripped the red wine colored draped and then she lifted her daring gaze up to the misty projection of light coming from the heart of the city.
"What are you hunting tonight," she heard her roommate's annoying voice rattle in her ears. "Another spoil for the take or something else?"
Selina smacked her lips together, watching a streak of blackness accelerate down the street, followed by red flashes of patrol cars. Her heart was pounding against her chest and lips suddenly became wet as a wayward thought of a midnight chase entered her mind.
She turned and looked at her friend and replied, "I'll take whatever the night throws at me, kid."
The teenager smiled, hearing a shooting in hallway, she turned to the door, "I'm guessing it's..." she paused in her words, and then settled her eyes back on Selina but the masked woman had vanished.
She shook her head, muttering under her breath, "One day someone will catch her in the act."