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Knight's Fall Mod (knightsfall_mod) wrote in knightsfall,
@ 2011-08-29 15:30:00

Scoop
Who: Vicki, tag for Selina
Where: Vicki's apartment
When: Night
What: Vicki debates her latest story

She had the research set out on her desk, next to her laptop. It was research she wasn't exactly supposed to be doing, into the finances of Raymond's company, the Wayne Enterprises take over. Something was definitely wrong, Vicki just couldn't place her finger on it, though her nose was itching like crazy that there was a story in there somewhere, more than what Raymond was saying, and her grand expose was at a standstill. Her new editor wanted to let that dog lie while she continued to do research on the woman, this Selina Kyle; he told her that was where the real story was. Maybe it was true. She couldn't tell anymore.

She rubbed her tired eyes and wrapped her silk robe tighter around her body, switching the desk lamp off and sighing as she stumbled off to bed. She was hardly unbiased, and God it was bothering her. She slipped between the sheets thinking of Bruce, staring up at the ceiling of the penthouse as she thought about all of this, her eyelids closing slowly. She could drag the woman's name through the mud, but what would that get her? She'd be petty, and Bruce would hate her for it. But what if she really was taking advantage? But that wasn't why she was doing it, was it? Too many questions and it was too late to think them all. She drifted into sleep.

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bad__kitty
2011-08-30 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Selina was getting less and less pleased with this Vicki Vale. She had been willing to let bygones be bygones at first. Her past as a streetwalker wasn't untrue, while she figured it must've been a damn slow news day for that to be considered front page material. But she'd told Bruce not to hurt the Gazette or Vicki on her account. Why bother? It wouldn't change the fact that the story was out there, and anyone who recognized her was going to see that bruised face superimposed over her now.

But this was too much. She'd seen the quote from Raymond in the paper before she'd gotten a call from a very bored-sounding individual who told her she was being investigated. The cops didn't want to have anything to do with it, so Raymond was clearly paying someone with what little money he had left to dig into her life. She was just about done now, especially considering the lack of integrity in using Raymond's clearly insane babblings as soundbites.

It had taken a couple of hours of pacing and online research before Selina came up with a plan and felt ready to carry it out. She waited patiently for Vicki's light to go out. Waited even more patiently until she was sure even a light sleeper would be out by now. Then she crossed from the opposite building, where she'd been watching the window, and to the top of Vicki's apartment. She climbed deftly to the window and cut a big enough hole in the glass to undo the lock.

She crept into the apartment, then paused. Would Vicki be a fighter? Yeah, probably. With mace or some shit under her pillow from living in a place like Gotham. There was definitely that chance. She'd have to make this quick and perfect then.

She leaped and came down on top of her, shoving Vicki back against the bed, locking her arms at her sides and pinning her legs, all with strong thighs and calves that she was pretty certain would be like a vice to someone who felt as soft as Vicki did. She let her claws graze Vicki's throat so she'd know they were there, so she'd know not to move or fight.

"Don't move a muscle, or you'll be spouting blood all over this room," she purred softly in her ear. "I saw the story you've been running about Raymond Industries. The money? You have the story wrong, and I'm prepared to set it straight. Do you want an exclusive from the Catwoman herself? Say 'yes' if you do."

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knightsfall_mod
2011-08-30 11:26 pm UTC (link)

The gun was under the pillow, just inches away from her pinned hand, but she knew if she even tried to reach for it, this unpredictable element could do anything. she hadn't screamed, to her credit. Vicki had never been much of a screamer. Well, there had been that one time with the Joker, but who could blame her for that? And that other... Oh, damn! Why did it always come back to that, the thing she tried to suppress. That... 'save me, Batman!' instinct.

She didn't try to hide her fear; that was useless. Anyone would be scared in her place. But she did get a defiant look in her eyes, in the set of her mouth. "It's my editor's story," she said stubbornly. "I just want to print the truth. And if... 'Catwoman' gives me that, then, yes, I want that exclusive."