* THE CATS MEOW .

━ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 !

RISE AND SHINE, KITTY. raven lashes fluttered open, rested eyes greeted by a reflection of pallid light as it bore through the sheer curtains lazily hung from the drafted balcony. lazed digits grasped onto the silken sheets that blanketed her, tugging upward before throwing the gathered material aside. selina allowed herself to sit upright, tossing bare legs over the side of her bed; pads of her feet resting upon the cold wooden flooring. stretching her arms upward as if to reach for the great heavens above, she let out a howl of a yawn—then sighing outwardly before properly gaining her footing.

naked feet padded across the outworn floorboards, creaks within following her every step. leaping down from her preceding perch in a nearby windowsill, beloved isis followed in suit of her heedless creeping. with a rolling purr, the noir feline wove between the woman's legs, lush fur brushing her skin as she trailed along in the dead of night. "poor girl, did i wake you?" the ravenette woman cooed softly to the cat, allowing the regal feline to slink around her arm as selina swept isis up from her feet.

stroking her crown with her thumb, sel sauntered onward—soon finding herself standing amidst her rather baren kitchen. lowering the kitten onto the tiled counter just opposite of her, selina pivoted on her heel. the same digits that sought desperate need of a manicure pulled the refrigerator door open, only to be greeted by the pitiful sight of a half-indulged bottle of wine and varying condiments—nothing a substance to appease the craving of a midnight snack.

admittedly, this hunger spanned further than a means of nourishment, for the catwoman yearned to feed into a certain delinquent longing. for the past week or so, sel found herself laying low in the wake of a notably large hit made on the gotham city museum of antiquities. while she quite enjoyed the time on her lonesome, this feline fatale couldn't stay concealed for long—she so desperately wanted to be seen . . . in the veil of night, preferably.

a grin manifests upon pallid cheeks, dim hues baring a mischievous glint. "how about a night on the town, hm? just us girls," upturned lips teased, faltering at the realization that she was indeed conversing with her beloved cat. she really did need to get out of this damn apartment.

perceiving the faint 'meow' she earned from the feline as an acceptance to her proposition, selina wasted no time bounding elsewhere—her wardrobe. what to wear . . . oh, what to wear. though an aimless attempt, the woman sifted almost fervently through her expansive collection of casual and ornate garments alike. advancing onto the balls of her feet, thin digits searched about before gracing the familiar, stiffened material of a box. bingo.

alas, innermost thoughts blurred into a haze of static—the type you heard when in between television channels. these convulsing thoughts swirled about her cerebrum, muddling into a headache that provoked a low grunt to resound from the back of her throat. the outlying howling of fleeting cars amidst the city that seemed to liven upon nightfall, only growing louder.

it wasn't until the masked catwoman had leaped from the gargoyle from which she had been perched that a breath escaped her . . . drawing from within the heaviness in her chest to exhale a plume that was only made visible to the woman by the chilly gotham air. even if this bliss were to last for a moment, she washed her hands of all perturbations that plagued her spirit; selina felt weightless, like a fowl soaring high above the highest of buildings that rose to kiss the tenebrous, gotham horizon.

the catwoman has finally returned to her criminal prowess.

while most of the citizens of the crime-riddled city had retired to the comfort of their homes for the night, for a certain cat, the night was only beginning. rooftop to rooftop she went, bullwhip lashing onto passing gargoyles and building fixtures as she swept so effortlessly across the dimmed skyline. for a final time, the tail end of the whip lashed hard against a weathered gargoyle as it overlooked the fleeting cityscape below. with an upward swing, selina rolled into a lowered perch atop of an unfamiliar roof—a locale fixed somewhere amidst gotham's most notorious, east-end.

at long last, selina had returned to her old stomping grounds; not that she ever bothered straying far from her roots. much like this unbounded thief—a title to which she offered class and grace—the remaining urchins of society that lie dormant when the sun arose, had come out to play. what a shame this was . . . selina figured that rioting among the fools that only looked to steal the spotlight of tomorrow's headlines would lead her nowhere, likely returning home empty-handed. now where was the fun in that?

leaving her crouched position assumed upon initial landing, selina rose to her feet—staring almost haughtily at the streets below. tapered arms had fallen to her sides, booted feet only nearing her of the roof's edge. before the ravenette could resolve on her next move, an indistinct sound flanked her senses; a short break of wind following. to this, rouged lips are tugged upwardly into a sly smile, it appeared that she had a certain justice-bringer in her accompaniment.

the batman. a cowled, caped enforcer of all that was just—an opposer whom the catwoman had very well acquainted herself with. sparing but an emerald glance over her squared shoulder, warm words fell upon carmine lips. "dropping in unannounced are we, bat?"

to this sly inquisition, she was merely greeted by imposing rhetoric. mulish in his stance, bruce stood a firm backing, inquiring of her sudden reappearance. the man hadn't earned the title of 'world's greatest detective' for no reason, surely he knew exactly what antics the cat burglar had set her mischievous sights upon.

"lover, don't be so naive . . . a girls gotta eat somehow."