Earth 42

Chapter Two: Stealing A Kiss

A/N: I meant to include this in the first chapter, but I forgot.

This story is intended to be in a different POV than the average superhero story. It's not through the main lens of the story, but rather through a side character viewing the problems in a more disconnected fashion.

With all that said, I hope you enjoy and thank you so very much for reading.

The next morning Selina Kyle walked down the crisp, snowy sidewalk in one of the more criminally owned areas of Gotham. Granted, most of Gotham was run by criminals, but in this particular area, crime infested every inch of grimy concrete. Selina wore a leather jacket over a black tank top with light blue trim. Her tight, light blue jeans matched smartly. She held a purse with a cute cat design on it with long, fancy gloves perfectly concealing her injury.

Selina walked down the sidewalk and noticed a man with brown hair talking on a payphone across the street. He was facing away from her, but something about him seemed familiar. He swayed as he talked, and he turned, so she could see his profile. It was the man in the golden trench coat from yesterday. Selina nearly didn't recognize him. He looked completely different. His clothes better fit everyone else's. Not only that, he seemed to have a more "normal" nature - he wasn't so off. That unnerved Selina more than it probably should've. This man, who had been so easy to pick out from a crowd yesterday, easily fit in with his surroundings today. She knew she was probably overthinking it, but something about him caused her to instinctively became on-guard. She studied him as she strode passed him, but she couldn't gain any more information about him from his appearance. Selina mentally told herself to keep a lookout for him.

It was still early in the day, but when Selina opened the doors to the Iceberg Lounge, electronic music was playing and people were already dancing and drinking the day away. She fearlessly walked to the back of the room and approached the door guarded by two menacing bouncers. She stopped outside the door and looked at them impatiently. They eyed her warily.

"Well," she said. "Aren't you going to let me in?"

The bouncers exchanged an exasperated look.

"Look, sweetheart," the one on the right said. "Not just anyone sees Penguin."

She eyed the bouncer clearly unimpressed. "Good thing I'm not just anyone," she sassed back.

The bouncer on the left slowly dragged his eyes over her body and stared at her flatly. "You look like nobody to me."

Selina walked forward towards the door, and the bouncer on the left held out his hand to stop her, but she pulled his hand forward and elbowed him in the face. While he was caught off-guard, she kicked him in the stomach.

The second bouncer pulled out a gun, but she quickly spun around and kicked the gun from his hand in a dramatic spiral. Selina hit him in the throat with her purse, and he gagged. As the two bouncers were recovering, she opened the door and stepped inside.

There was a long, elaborately carved wooden table in front of a crackling fire inside of an ornately decorated fireplace. Penguin sat at the head of the table facing away from the fire and towards the door. A goblet of wine was placed in front of him. He wore an expensive suit lined with purple, and a majestic top hat perched on his head.

"Please tell me you didn't harm my men," he clipped in annoyance.

Selina shrugged and nonchalantly walked nearer. "They asked for it."