Wren and Selina have claws (laminette) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-17 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | alfred pennyworth, batman, catwoman, plot: las vegas |
Who: Selina, Iris + the Bat
What: Stealing something small, or trying to, at least
Where: Passages → Luke’s apartment
When: Las Vegas Plot
Warnings/Rating: Eventual Bat anger?
The Passages hallway was familiar to Selina; she had seen it from the open door of Wayne Manor when she talked to MK just a week earlier. She didn’t care where she was, though. All she cared about was that she wasn’t in Arkham, and the kitty was very, very glad that was the case. She was dressed in Arkham orange, a dirty white straight-jacket over the faded top, which proclaimed her to be the Property of Arkham Asylum. The blood drying beneath her claws explained the straight-jacket, and the kitty might have failed to account for Jonathan Crane in her Arkham City plan. But she wasn’t in the asylum now, and Selina didn’t waste any time trying to figure out why she wasn’t there, because she was a smart kitty, and she only wasted a moment to wiggle one paw free and retrieve the cellphone at her bare feet.
Las Vegas, Selina thought as she exited the hotel, was nothing like her beloved Gotham. Bright lights and tourists, and it looked somehow smaller on the tiny cellphone screen. But it was a new playground, and the kitty cat did like that. Blondie wasn’t in her head wondering how this had happened, and Selina didn’t really care. But there were problems. For one, Blondie didn’t have her own address saved in the phone’s address book. For another, the madhouse escapee outfit really didn’t suit the kitty’s complexion. She looked for Luke’s address - because there would be clothes there and, if her Bat was around, then she was pretty sure she could lure him out using the little boy that was all over the phone’s memory card, the one that was certain to be at the same address as the wardrobe she was about to raid. And the pup was small; how hard could it be to contain it until Batsy showed up and gave her Blondie’s address? And maybe, though she would never admit it, she was trying to help Blondie too; Selina didn’t understand why Blondie didn’t just steal the little pup. Maybe she would drop it off at Blondie’s once she got the address. See? Helpful kitty.
The GPS made finding Luke’s apartment easy, and Selina managed to work the ties on the straight-jacket loose along the way. Arms free, but still covered in white, the loose straps swung against her back as she scaled the balconies with bare feet that didn’t seem to feel any sting from the hard, unforgiving metal. The cat burglar was as quiet as her name implied when she climbed over the balcony to the right apartment, and she almost laughed at how easy the security system was to bypass. The sliding glass door was just as easy to slip open, the locks laughable, and she slid into a dark, quiet room where a little boy slept.