Queen of the Jungle

Ah...

The wind carries a strange smell, of the city, the cars, the roads, the people...

The fear.

Gotham always looks beautifully calm from the top of a building, but when you walk it's allies and streets, then it's dangerous. Only the brave, unruly and uncivilized animals like me survive. The big cats.

I sometimes wonder what it's like for the little people, for want of a better word, the people who work and carry out mundane lives in this huge jungle. They can't see what I see, or what I do they can't dash into people's apartments and take such beautiful objects. They have morals, they would never do such a thing because they are afraid of becoming people like me.

I am an outlaw, to be hunted by the likes of him.

It is hard to compete against other outlaws, the funny, the dark, the frightening and the down right strange. I have to fight them all in this jungle for the meat, the dominance and the right to be called the Queen of the Jungle.

I have to wear a mask.

The cat is cunning, swift, graceful and deadly. I am all of those things. I have to be. Behind this mask however, without it I am no more than a person. Selena Kyle. Not Cat Woman.

If only Selena knew this jungle as I did. She and I are different, Cat Woman is the Queen, Selena is a simple pawn.

If only...

I reach up to my face carefully, and tear it off.

Witness Selena; our kingdom come, we will rule this together some day, not just the cat, but hand in hand; the pawn and the queen will take what we will.

She is scared, brave in the face of her feline self, but scared to look upon what is rightly hers. I don't blame her despite of myself. She has the right to be scared.

Her fear stirs faster in the face of our catch; a beautiful diamond dances the light like a dragonfly mating dance, I acquired it from a rich woman's private collection tonight.

Though intrigued by the dazzle of the diamond, Selena is scared of the consequences of my actions so she hides behind the lioness like a cub and seeks my face for protection. It is no sin to be afraid.

The wind sings tonight, a bright beam of light spears the sky over my jungle, revealing the black emblem of the one who seeks to be king in the survival game. He will need all the luck in the world, for he will never catch me.

The cat is more cunning than the bat.

Selena will settle behind my mask tonight, she does not have to be scared because the bat can't hurt her. They will never, ever catch me.

There can be only one queen of the jungle.

The queen and her pawns.