Disclaimer I still don't own anything. I'm still broke. Happy?
Selina Kyle dropped to her knees and lifted up the bed skirt. "Where the hell is it?" she asked no one in particular.
The little grey kitten on top of the bed meowed in response.
"Of course you don't know. Harlow's the one who took it," Selina replied. She looked over at the desk where a white female cat sat staring at her. "That's right. I'm on to you and your sock thievery. Now where'd you put it?"
Of course Harlow didn't respond. She just hopped off the desk and walked into the living room.
"Ignore me then. Alright Dodger," the grey kitten perked up upon hearing his name, "do you know where my sock is?"
But before he could tell her there was a pounding on Selina's door. She got on her feet and made her way to the door.
"Selina? It's Mrs. Laraby," the woman called from outside the door.
"Shit," Selina mumbled. She opened the door and forced a smile. "Mrs. Laraby, how nice to see you."
"Save it Selina. Your rent's late," Mars. Laraby told her.
"I know."
"You still haven't paid me for last month."
"I'm trying Mrs. Laraby," she pleaded.
"I'm sorry Selina. I like ya but I'm not running a charity house."
Selina lowered her head. She'd heard this speech before. "How long do I have?" she asked.
"I'll give you to the end of the week to either get the money or get out."
"Alright," Selina replied.
The older woman turned around and made her way down the hall. When she rounded the corner Selina shut the door and pressed her back against it. She looked over at the couch where Harlow laid. The cat looked up at her and then turned away.
"Ain't that the truth?" Selina grumbled.
She walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up her cell phone. She hit speed dial 3 and waited.
"What's new pussycat?" came a male voice from the receiver.
"Edward so help me god," Selina replied.
"Couldn't resist. Sorry. So what's new?" Edward Nigma asked.
"Eviction."
"Ouch."
"Tell me about it," Selina said as she walked to the living room and plopped down onto the couch.
"Aren't you dating Bruce Wayne?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Why don't you ask him for the money?"
"I'm an independent woman. I don't need his help."
"Apparently you do," he replied sarcastically.
"Besides, he'd just tell me to move in with him," she told him choosing to ignore his comment.
"If you don't want to move in with him I will," Eddie joked.
"Not funny."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," she sighed. "I guess I'll have to find a job."
"You mean you'll have to pull a job," Eddie corrected.
"I can't do that anymore, Eddie. If I get caught Bruce will have a tizzy."
The truth was if Selina got caught pulling a job Bruce Wayne would be the one to catch her. Not too long after they started dating, Bruce and Selina took off the masks. Of course Bruce knew Selina was Catwoman but for her the whole thing was a bit of a shock.
"So, you going to get a job at a department store or maybe Tiffany's?" Eddie asked sarcastically.
"Not helping again."
"I have no idea why you called me," he admitted.
"I was hoping for some amazing revelation."
"Do you have any money?"
"Well yeah. Just not enough for rent and living."
"Here's an idea, try getting a room mate."
"Yeah because people are lining up to live with a rogue," she growled.
"I hear Ivy has a three bedroom. Give her a call. I'm sure she could use some help." He offered.
"That's a really stu…" she began, "wait. That's actually not a bad idea."
"Glad to be of service."
"Eddie, I have a question."
"Shoot," he replied.
"Why no riddle or anagrams today?"
"Because the writer had this whole conversation planned out for you and Harvey but then she changed it up," he explained.
"What?"
"Oh…because it's 8:30 in the morning and I'm tired."
"Fair enough."