Selina Kyle | The Beginning

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        Selina awoke with a bright smile on her face. She sprung out of her bed and cleaned herself as best as she could in the sewer. She than brushed her short hair with a comb she'd taken from a someone's salon months ago. Selina looked at her reflection in one of the many puddles in the sewer and decided that she needed to trim up her cut, so she grabbed a pair of scissors she'd taken from the same salon. Her hair was always messy but today it seemed it was an extra disaster. Selina cut away locks until her short brown layers were cute and edgy once again. Just because I'm homeless doesn't mean I have to look homeless. Last night while she was walking back from Wayne Manor Selina decided she would look her best today. She stared back at herself once more and smiled, but then her heart started to ache. She knew she wasn't ugly, Selina was almost always confident, but the more she looked at herself the more she knew she would never be pretty enough for someone like Bruce Wayne. No, this needs to stop. It's not like I'll ever see him again...The only reason we'd met is because I'd fallen off of the big wall cutting him off from people like me! Now she wished she'd never fallen off that wall, that she'd never fallen for him.

        Frustrated Selina grabbed a black leather messenger bag, which she'd stolen a year ago, and slung it around herself. Before leaving the sewer she quickly snuggled “see ya later” with each of her cats and she was off into the world of unfamiliar faces and danger.

        She walked past many dark alleys, bus stops, and subway entrances. She wasn't sure where she was going but she didn't really care either. Finally she decided to ride the subway to the shopping district where she could find new stuff to bring back home. Selina gave the security guard in a neon orange vest a deadly stare before hopping the pay doors. She knew the look was threatening enough to scare the average Joe loyally working in Gotham, she just had to hold her breath and hope he was the loyal average Joe. She timed her entrance so perfectly so that even if he wasn't scared off by her scary face that her feet touched the ground just as the next train pulled into the red line of Gotham station. Selina ran as fast as she could onto the train and pushed through the crowd trying to shove into the doors. She found a seat in the back corner, careful not to make eye contact with anyone. She kept her face turned toward the window so that as the train moved fast from the underground to the partly cloudy city she had something to look at. Five minutes passed like this until the train reached the next stop, three more to the shopping district. She continued to look out the window as she waited for the passengers to board. She didn't seem to have a thought in her mind until a couple on the other side caught her eye. A boy about a head-and-a-half taller than the girl he was holding hands with. They were smiling at each other as they talked and then just as the train began to start moving again, they kissed right there in the station. It wasn't obnoxious or over the top-like most public kisses were, watching them was sweet and beautiful. Then Bruce came to her mind. She pictured them waiting for the train together, hand in hand. She pictured him holding her when she was cold, and the two of them flirting to pass the time of waiting. She pictured their kiss sweet and slow like the young couple- only better. She imagined the way his hand felt in hers and the way his hair felt in her hand. Selina was snapped out of her fantasy by her own reflection in the window. She was blushing and smiling, but as she looked back at herself the smile quickly faded. No. That will never happen. Why do I think of him like this when I barely know him? This is just stupid, Selina look at yourself, you have bigger things to worry about. He will nev- Selina was taken out of her own thoughts when she felt something touch her knee. She turned from the window to her right and was facing a man who was definitely older than herself, but no older than twenty-five.

        “Hey there girl.” He had a deep voice, almost sexy, and he had tan skin-obviously from some exotic dissent. He was wearing tight jeans and a long baggy sweatshirt that look like it went to his knees. He had his hand on her knee which she quickly pushed off.