She crawled back into her apartment, still a bit shaken by the strange
encounter. She stopped for a moment, trying to think of what she could see
and smell of him. Could some lunatic have just gotten his hands on a
costume? It was his strength that baffled her the most. He used the same
techniques. . .but his eyes, they were cold. Not the sad yet comforting
eyes she had come to know. She stretched her body out on her sofa, and
removed the tight, black mask from her face.
Her eyes closed, and she fell into a peaceful sleep, something that she hadn't experienced for quite some time. The ticking of the clock in the kitchen calmed her as she slipped deeper into a dream. A face appeared before her, staring down at her. It was the most gentle face she had ever known. She was about to speak, but he lifted his hand and stroked her hair, still staring deep into her eyes. She felt herself smile, and pressed her head to his chest. But soon the air felt cold, and she looked up only to find that his gentle eyes were transformed into a strange gaze. His face was shadowed, and the loving hand that she felt on her shoulder suddenly clenched her neck. She reached up to scratch him only to find that the only thing she was equipped with was her pale, naked hands. She looked at him in fear as he whispered, "It seems that Miss Kitty has lost her claws." She awoke from the nightmare in a panic and glanced at the clock across the room. It was 4AM, hours had passed in what seemed to be the two minutes of terror she had just experienced. She quickly lifted her head in shock as she heard the shatter of her window. Her vision was a bit blurred from the deep sleep she was in, but she thrusted her body from the sofa and looked in disbelief at the dark foe standing in front of her smashed window.
"Bruce, I appreciate the subtle entrance, but you really need to be leaving." She raised her hands, curling each finger as her claws shined in the soft light of Gotham City and hissed at the obvious threat he had become. "You know I've never been afraid of you and your little bat toys."
"You've always been quite rebelious, kitten, but I'd like to see you show bravery towards this new toy of mine." He lifted his arm from behind his long, black cape to reveal a weapon he had never used before. A gun.
She barely had a moment to react to the appearance of this new weapon. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The silver bullet pierced through the air and into her flesh. It had only hit the top of her shoulder, burning through her suit of black and the top of her skin, but the path that the bullet had made through her skin was deep and red. Falling to her knees, she clenched her shoulder and groaned in pain. He stood over her, looking down on what seemed to be Selina in a vunerable state. "Do you see? Do you see the power that I have?" She'd had enough of his confidence.
"Power?. . .Power is no gun, Bruce." She stood up and removed the whip from her waist, still grasping her shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding.
"It is simply will. . ." She furiously cracked her whip on the hand which held the gun. The hand quickly released the weapon. It hit the floor as the dark figure stood motionless.
". . .dominace. . ." She dug her claws into his side. The man reacted this time with a painful grunt.
". . .and of course. . ." She thrusted her knee into his abdomen, followed by three kicks to his head and a vigorous scratch to the right side of his face. His body fell hard to the cold wooden ground beneath him. She found herself smiling as she wrapped her whip around his neck and pulled.
". . .control." After a few moments of straining the whip and listening to his gagging, he seemed to be unconcious. She wondered if she had pulled too tight, but it didn't matter. Something was obviously very wrong, and he had to pay for whatever it was that he was trying to do. She sat on the ground next to his body, curled up and holding her knees close to her chest. She glanced over at the man she thought she had once known. "Bastard. . ."
Her eyes closed, and she fell into a peaceful sleep, something that she hadn't experienced for quite some time. The ticking of the clock in the kitchen calmed her as she slipped deeper into a dream. A face appeared before her, staring down at her. It was the most gentle face she had ever known. She was about to speak, but he lifted his hand and stroked her hair, still staring deep into her eyes. She felt herself smile, and pressed her head to his chest. But soon the air felt cold, and she looked up only to find that his gentle eyes were transformed into a strange gaze. His face was shadowed, and the loving hand that she felt on her shoulder suddenly clenched her neck. She reached up to scratch him only to find that the only thing she was equipped with was her pale, naked hands. She looked at him in fear as he whispered, "It seems that Miss Kitty has lost her claws." She awoke from the nightmare in a panic and glanced at the clock across the room. It was 4AM, hours had passed in what seemed to be the two minutes of terror she had just experienced. She quickly lifted her head in shock as she heard the shatter of her window. Her vision was a bit blurred from the deep sleep she was in, but she thrusted her body from the sofa and looked in disbelief at the dark foe standing in front of her smashed window.
"Bruce, I appreciate the subtle entrance, but you really need to be leaving." She raised her hands, curling each finger as her claws shined in the soft light of Gotham City and hissed at the obvious threat he had become. "You know I've never been afraid of you and your little bat toys."
"You've always been quite rebelious, kitten, but I'd like to see you show bravery towards this new toy of mine." He lifted his arm from behind his long, black cape to reveal a weapon he had never used before. A gun.
She barely had a moment to react to the appearance of this new weapon. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The silver bullet pierced through the air and into her flesh. It had only hit the top of her shoulder, burning through her suit of black and the top of her skin, but the path that the bullet had made through her skin was deep and red. Falling to her knees, she clenched her shoulder and groaned in pain. He stood over her, looking down on what seemed to be Selina in a vunerable state. "Do you see? Do you see the power that I have?" She'd had enough of his confidence.
"Power?. . .Power is no gun, Bruce." She stood up and removed the whip from her waist, still grasping her shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding.
"It is simply will. . ." She furiously cracked her whip on the hand which held the gun. The hand quickly released the weapon. It hit the floor as the dark figure stood motionless.
". . .dominace. . ." She dug her claws into his side. The man reacted this time with a painful grunt.
". . .and of course. . ." She thrusted her knee into his abdomen, followed by three kicks to his head and a vigorous scratch to the right side of his face. His body fell hard to the cold wooden ground beneath him. She found herself smiling as she wrapped her whip around his neck and pulled.
". . .control." After a few moments of straining the whip and listening to his gagging, he seemed to be unconcious. She wondered if she had pulled too tight, but it didn't matter. Something was obviously very wrong, and he had to pay for whatever it was that he was trying to do. She sat on the ground next to his body, curled up and holding her knees close to her chest. She glanced over at the man she thought she had once known. "Bastard. . ."