. (spacecowboys) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-01-14 17:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, bruce banner, selina kyle |
Stark Tower: Robert/Selina
[Maybe it wasn't the best time for a visit to Marvel, but Selina was licking her wounds, and she always liked to leave the Gotham smog behind when she felt particularly vulnerable. Not that she'd admit to feeling vulnerable. Oh, no, musn't do that, even if it was the truth. But there it was, and there she was, using the Tower entrance Tony had built for her, three Marvel New York jewelry shops in her wake.
Once she reached Robert's rooms, she used the door (good kitty), but she didn't knock. She let herself in, tripping no alarms and purring a little thank you at JARVIS as the doors closed behind her.
She was sleek black, and it wasn't even for show. Those jewelry stores, remember? Emeralds and diamonds at her throat and wrists, and the whip around her hip had a shiny little chain accompanying it in blinding white. She did like diamonds. She wouldn't go so far as to say they were a kitty cat's best friend, but they certainly took the edge off.
Oh, about that. She believed Bruce when he said he didn't sleep with the girl Holly ran into at the store. Bruce and Dickie, and neither of them had faces for lying about what they did when they weren't wearing any kevlar. But the feeling of false betrayal lingered, and it mingled with lost friends and a not-daughter that was as nasty as any feral cat.
So, kitty ears (goggles) up, she prowled around Robert's rooms, a swish of hip as she sought him out.]