Selina gave Dean an over enthusicatic smile and a half wave as he left their motel room. She waited patiently crossed-legged on her queen sized bed until her ears heard the impala drive away. The woman smirked to herself. Dean may have had the intent to return, but she sure as hell didn't plan to stay in this dingy motel while he was off gallivanting around. The original plan was that Selina would just sit at a different table while Dean and John talked, but with a bit of practice they had managed to stay a fair distance away from each other. So, Dean had left her in the motel and went to talk to John.
Selina Kyle was never the kind of person to sit down and take shit. Hell, the last time she was interrogated she ripped the interrogator's ear off with her teeth. She'd rarely seen the sunny side of life and grew up expecting the worst from people. Selina's childhood was painted with evolutionary marks; abusive home, no home, too many homes, cruel streets. Those dark days shaped who she was.
She was proud to be Catwoman. Proud to be to be daring, strong, sarcastic, and flighty; that last trait however, was the current source of her problem. Her spirit itched to be else where. It's how she operated; there one day gone the next. Sure, Dean moved around a lot, but Selina's fix didn't just pertain to places. People were almost a larger factor in her constant traveling.
"Oh, if Harls and Ivy could see me now," Selina whispered miserably.
No, she wouldn't allow herself to be domesticated. Selina had played men for all they were worth before. What would one more be? Just because she was stuck to Dean didn't mean she couldn't have some fun. Yes, some fun would do her well. With that fact in mind Selina hopped off the bed and ripped the zipper of her duffle bag open. She quickly changed into a lacy black halter top, ripped dark blue skinny jeans, and a pair of high-healed boots. Not bothering to grab any money, she exited the room, locking the door behind her.
The breeze whipped her dark hair around her face as The Cat strolled down the sidewalk. Her hands found their way to the base of her back as she walked. A dull cracking was heard as she stretched.
"Nice weather we're having," commented a breathy yet masculine voice. Coughing followed the comment.
Her eyes flickered to the newsstand she was quickly approaching. The clerk was a stout man who was at the very least in his sixties. A pair of half moon glasses were perched on his plump nose.
"Yes, it sure is," she replied kindly, with a bright smile.
Selina kept her pace and waved at the man as she passed him.
"You take care," she hummed.
The man's sausage like fingers released their tight grip on his book and waved back.
"You too," he responded, before returning his attention to his book.
Selina sent one more smile his way before fully turning her back on him. She clicked her tongue and pulled the newly acquired Gotham Daily from under her arm. She glanced at the front page briefly, before placing it back under her arm.
The bar Dean and John were meeting in was an old red brick building. Selina nearly scowled at the dimly lit place. She hated brick buildings. They reminded her of her family. She shook her head and entered. The stagnant smell of beer greeted her. The familiar smell was a grim comfort to her. She spotted Dean and John at a booth close to the back wall. Not bothering to waste timel Selina went and sat at the bar; her back to the two Winchesters.
She dropped the newspaper on the bar counter and began to riddle through it.
ARKHAM ASYLUM EXCLUSIVE pg. 1
WAYNE INC'S NEW VISION pg.5
POLICE COMMISSIONER GORDON FIGHT BACK AGAINST GANG VIOLENCE pg. 7
The rest of the headlines began to blur into boring fimiliarity. Selina watched from the corner of her eyes as Dean got up and went to the restroom.
"Hey lady, the drink is from the guy down there," the bartender informed with nod towards the other end of the bar. The words choked around his mismosh of yellow teeth and scraggily beard.
Selina eye'd the scotch glass before her weirly. Her eyes moved to her 'kind' patron. He was a rather obese man whose patchy skin was covered in a tatoes. A dirty bandana covered his balding head. She raised the glass and winked at him before hopping off of her bar stool. With the scotch in one hand and the paper in the other she moved into the booth next to the Dean's. John's back was facing her but Dean would have a clear view of her face. A self satified smile wormed it's way onto her lips as she settled into the seat. She opened the paper with a flurish and made sure it hid her face from view. Soon she could hear Dean return and sit back down.
"So, how's Sammy?"
"He's fine," she heard the elder Whinchester reply curtly. "Now, what've you got?"
Selina could feel the effort it took for Dean not to roll his eyes.
"I've got a possible Windigo an a haunting."
"Good, I'll take the Windigo and you take the haunting."
"I can handle-"
"That's an order"
It was Selina's turn to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Her attention turned back to the paper.
'Jonathan Crane, aka Scarecrow, reveals to this reporter the underbelly of Gotham's controvercial prison.'
Blah Blah Blah Boring
'When other inmates were asked about Crane's claims of mistreatment an abuse most were less than willing to talk, but a one did. Pamala Isley, aka Poisoon Ivy, was willing to sit down and speak with me.
"Obviously, Crane is just trying to get attention," Ivy countered. " He's like Hamible Lector in Silence of the Lambs. He needs people he can phycologically break down. It keeps his mind from rotting even more than it already has."
After that, Miss. Isley proceeded to infect both myself and the gaurds with an unknow chemical mixture and proceeded to escape. Poison Ivy is still at large.'
A genuine smile broke out across Selina's face.
Way to go, Pammy.
"I read in the paper that someone else was at the seen of the crime when the vase was stolen."
"Just some crazy chick. I handled it."
"And just how did you do that?"
Selina slid the paper down just a bit so she could sneak a look at Dean. She waited until their eyes met. As soon at that happened, she moved the paper back into place and fliped throught the pages to the next story. Selina could distinctly hear Dean choke on his beer. She swolled her laughter by takeing a gulp of her own drink.
'Wayne industies has long been at the forfront of medical and tecilogical inovation.'
Selina's eyes landed on the picture of Bruce Wayne. She mentally traced his fetures and took note of Dick by his side. The article when on to wonder if Bruce's adotped kids would also join the family buisness when the time came.
Oh, they're part of the family business alright.
She pulled the paper back down and watched as Dean tried not to make eye contact with her.
"- and that's the end of it."
The awekwardness in the air was stiffling. Selina let the paper fall to the table and stood.
"Could I intrest you boys in a game of pool," she asked with a southern dawl coating her voice.
"No, I was just leaving," John replied, not breaking eye contact with Dean.
The older man stood abruptly and strode out of the bar.
"Wow, and they say I have daddy issues."
"What the hell are you doing here," Dean shout-whispred after the door had closed behind John.
"Playing my part," she replied inocently.
"You're a pain in the ass. Ya' know that?"
Selina plopped into the seat John had previously occupied.
" And you're a bag of sunshine and rainbows."
"Jesus- Would you just tell me your name, so I can at least know who i'm being tortured by?"
For a moment the only sound between them was the sound of the over head lights buzzing. Finally, Selina rolled her eyes and lazily held her right hand out to Dean across the table.
"Selina."
Dean eye'd her hand wearily.
"Oh, I don't bite- Wait, I take that back. I don't bite unless provoked."
Dean chuckled in spite of himself and took her hand in his.
"You already know my name and you know what?"
Selina rested her check on her left hand that was propped up on on the table. Raven locks swished around her neck at the movement. Her eyes lazily gazed at his through her lashes. Dean had an almost michivious smile on his face and she found herself grinning back at him.
"I'm gonna take you up on that offer to play pool," he announced, while sliding out of the booth.
Selina laughed as she was pulled out of the booth by her hand.
"Will you now," she asked, her voice taking on the southern drawl she'd previously been using.
"That I will," he replied, matching her southern accent with one of his own.
With a short nod to the woman in front of him, Dean turned around and lead her to one of the pool tables. Selina dragged her feet a bit just to make things difficult for Dean as he pulled her along after him. Selina made a mental note of how he had yet to let go of her hand. She almost minded. Almost being the key word. There was still a small nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, at the feel of their hands being coiled together. For the most part however, Selina found hersellf willing to look past it.
"You're such a dork," Selina chuckled, breaking character.
"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout Miss, but if even I did I most certainly am not. More over, you started it," he countered, keeping the act up.
"Oh, how foolish of me, Mr. Winchester. I don't know where my mind went," Selina replied, reverting back to the accent.
Dean suddenly tugged her hand harder causing her to go careening into him. He spun around used his free arm to catch her.
"I know a way you can pay me back."
Selina's eye's narrowed and she scowled suspiciously.
"You're one cheeky bastard. Ya know that, Mr. Winchester?"
Dean forged a pained expression.
"Such cruel words from a lady."
"A lady who can kick your ass," she reminded.
She pushed him away gently.
"And right now I'm gonna kick your ass at pool," she informed, walked past him.
"You sound pretty sure of yourself, missy," Dean chided, turning back to face her. "What makes you think you've got luck on your side?"
"It's got nothing to do with luck," she replied, with a wink.
Selina threw him a pool cue and smirked.
"You break, Winchester."