Angry?
The thought still haunted Catwoman as she jumped from a rooftop in Bristol, whipped onto a flag pole, and swung into a fire escape.
She knew why she steals: she was a poor orphaned girl who felt empty, so she took to thievery, the shiny jewels filling the void left by her vanished family.
She climbed the fire escape, scaling it to the roof. She paused, feeling the wind blowing her long hair.
Welcome to the family.
Acceptance. Acceptance is dependence. You can't depend on anyone.
She started to run again, her gears still turning.
The fuck is wrong with you? You know they're good people. You know Bat-...Bruce. You even want to show him the statues.
She jumped again, fell ten feet, and landed on the next roof. She again took off in a run.
He showed you the cave. That wasn't easy for him. You saw the look on his face.
She ran to the edge of the roof, hopped on the edge, and perched.
That face... those eyes... those shoulders...muscles... hoo-hah. Focus, girl! Why are you overthinking this?
She scanned the street.
You're overthinking this because you want this to go well... but things have been going well. Yeah things always go well...Then you're on a boat to France at age 17 because the orphanage you were taken to lost funding.
Catwoman clenched her teeth.
Things go well, people come into your life... then they go away because you can't tell them you're a fucking criminal.
She sat down, starting to feel her thighs cramping from the position she was in.
But they know. Bruce knows. The Bat family knows, and they accept you anyway because they have faith in you. You need to have faith too.
"Leave me alone!"
She heard a panicked voice derail her train of thought. She spun around, got up, and ran to the other end of the building to the source of the commotion.
"Just give me the damn purse lady!"
Catwoman spotted a mugger pointing a gun at a woman.
You need to have faith too.
She jumped down, landing silently behind the mugger. She then swept his leg and gave him precise twelve-to-six-o' clock elbow to the chin, knocking him unconscious. She then stood up straight to face the victim.
"Y-you're Catwoman!" the lady stammered.
"Yup. 'Hear me roar' and all that jazz." she chirped.
"Well... thank you, I guess."
Catwoman turned to leave, but then turned back. She then picked up the pistol and handed it to the woman. She looked at the gun, then back at Catwoman.
"No one deserves to be powerless like that. He doesn't have it registered. They never do." Catwoman told her.
"Um... okay."
Catwoman then jumped onto a fire escape, ascended the stairs, and climbed the ladder to the roof. She then pulled out her phone to check the time. It was almost three. She groaned softly and stowed away the device. She then turned to take off, but ran face first into a a circular piece of metal.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, grabbing her nose.
"Nice job." the source of the metal teased.