Authors note: general disclaimer, I don't own any characters or anything to do with batman (I wish!)
Any feedback good or bad is always appreciated. Again it's very short, I have been focusing on my R&I story more due to the feedback iv had for that. This is probably going to be made up of short chapters for the time being.
As she arrived back at the abandoned cat shelter where she was staying she sensed something wasn't right. He wouldn't have followed her here surely. Just for breaking and entering which they both knew full well was all he could get her for. She stopped, crouched in the shadows and listened. It wasn't him. It didn't feel like him, she could always sense him but it was never a sinister feeling, which is what she had now.
She made her way to the roof and snuck into one of her secret entrances. It was eerily quiet inside. It wasn't unusual for Ivy to be gone, crusading off for plant rights or escaping to live in a hot humid jungle for a while, hiding from humanity until she could stand them again. And Harley was always galavanting off somewhere, with her beloved psychotic bastard of a boyfriend, or following Ivy and getting into trouble; Selina never understood how those two were such good friends. One hated humanity with every fibre of her plant being, and the other was one of the most annoying human beings Selina had ever met. In fact, how they had managed to live together for this long without killing each other was in fact a complete mystery. Surprisingly Selina found it hard to deal with the cattiness of other women, let alone those two. When they fought it was like a hurricane. Their fights were worse than she had ever had with Batman, and they were quite something.
A sudden bang froze Selina to the spot. She heard a whimper echoing around the place and felt fear grip her heart. Who was that? Ivy? Who would have managed to get the drop on her? In their home, surrounded by Ivy's hybrid plants that carry out her bidding...it must be Harley...but if it were Harley it must be the Joker, and if it was the Joker there would be no whimpering just gut wrenching screams.
Despite their annoying qualities she began to panic about what could be happening to her housemates and dare she say friends. Yes they often did things to hurt one another, and she herself had had many a painful fight with both, but at the end of the day they were in fact friends and she knew she could trust them to help her, and they had been there for her when Batman had let her down...despite also torturing her to find out his identity...it wasn't a conventional friendship, but it somehow worked.
Fury began to build in her chest as she let her imagination run away with her with all the things that could be happening to her friends. No one came into her home and hurt her friends.
She snuck her way around listening for any noises to direct her. A low moan pricked up her ears and she slinked her way to the room it came from. She crouched down and peered through the keyhole. Her mouth opened in shock. That was definitely not what she was expecting to see.