Catwoman: Nine Lives
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They never saw me. Not really. A whisper in the background, a ghost in heels... Until I died
Funny thing about death, sometimes it's just the beginning. I came back but I wasn't the same. Something ancient lives in me now. I move like a whisper and strike like a storm, some are looking for justice but I'm looking for vengeance. But some masks don't come off without a fight. They made me their prey... and now I am the predator, nine lives and I'm just getting started.
Call me what you want: a thief, hero, freak but never invisible again.
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