Selenophile || Batman

the inquisite

"You don't know how I shiver inside

Doesn't show, but my nerves are inside out

It's because, you're not worth less than perfection

Thought it was in my hands now I'm all confused

Turning gold into sand, don't know what you do to me

All I know is you can take my breath away."

—I love you, Loving Caliber.
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"You sure you can't come today?"

"I told you. I'm gonna be out with my dad. I really can't make it to school at all."

Valentina sighed loudly, brushing out the knots the wind had tangled into her coffee brown hair, with Sylvester sitting beside her. The cat curiously eyed the three-inches-and-growing distance between the girl's crimson painted toes and the carpeted floor, as if she thought to pounce. But Val leaned back then, still hovering midair, and gazing at her reflection as she set down the hairbrush on the dressing table before her. She was vaguely aware of the colorful wind chimes hanging in the corner of her room, shrill as the morning air came in through her open balcony doors; instead, she was focused on the conversation.

"But Freddie," she almost whined. "There's something I need to tell you." Her voice dropped to a whisper and she cupped a hand around the mouthpiece as if about to share her secret. She wore an eager, excited smile, ready to shed that secret.

"Something to tell me, huh?" Fred's skeptical voice answered with a hum from the other end of the line. "If it's another one of your stupid fantasies about Wayne, then I'll pass—"

She quickly cut him off. "It's not about Damian. It's something I gotta showyou, to be honest." She wanted to giggle. You gotta see me floating here!

There was a bare minute pause on the other side, Fred most likely contemplating what she was saying before he responded. "Well, you can wait till tomorrow then. I can't come to school today."

Valentina hummed in acknowledgement, hovering closer to her bed where Sylvester sprang onto the mattress; she reached ahead to press her hand down on the ginger cat's head, soft ears flattening under her palm while Sylvester purred happily.

"You're not gonna be back till nighttime, right?"

"Probably before midnight. Though that really isn't a safe time for you to visit me, Val—"

"It's okay, Freddie!" Valentina smiled toothily, golden eyes bright as she giggled suspiciously. "I'll see you then! Bye, love you!"

"Yeah, yeah— wait, what do you mean you're gonna see me then? You better not go out late at night, Val! You're gonna get yourself hurt—"

With a small click the line fell silent, a small beep echoing in place of her best friend's scolding voice. Valentina dropped her phone on the mattress, descending upon it herself as well. She stared up at the ceiling, the purple curtains of her room fluttering in the fresh morning breeze, and she smiled softly as Sylvester settled down on her stomach, playing with the stray white-brown locks reaching down her shoulders.

Today's going to be a good day.
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Lightening cracked through the dark clouds and Valentina winced as thunder rumbled furiously around her. Despite the fact spring was so near, thick masses of black clouds summed up in Gotham's gray skies, hiding away whatever light the already rare sun could even offer and turning the afternoon day almost into a dark night.