WHO: Selina Kyle - Narrative WHAT: Packing and too many thoughts WHEN: Sunday, May 27th WHERE: Selina's apartment, The East End of Gotham RATING: PG13 - A tiny smidgen of language.
Selina tossed the last two items into her bag, hiding them under clothes. She could never be too careful after all. She knew the area, the last time she'd been there, there had been trouble and lots of it. Of course this visit she was running with a whole different crowd. For a start it wasn't the Italian mob, it was Bruce Wayne.
Bruce Wayne.
She was still trying to get her head around that. Bruce Wayne, taking her to Italy, whisking her away in some kind of dream situation where she was a simple socialite with not much else to do. It was a good job the streets had been kind to her over the last couple of weeks – some bruises couldn't be explained away. Some bruises were best covered up. But she was lucky, aside from a few barely noticeable scars she would be fine. At least she hoped she would. Selina sighed and surveyed the contents of her case carefully. It would do. It would have to. Eleven o'clock on a Sunday night and she was still packing. Worried about how this whole vacation thing was going to unfold.
Who was she kidding really? What had brought this on? Had he missed her or had he just finally decided she was worth a quick fuck? Had he deemed her worthless? Selina walked from where she was packing her case under her window to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Sighing, she looked at herself in her old black nightdress. She looked tired, the pale Gotham pallor beginning to take over her skin again. Selina reached up for face, staring intently. This could be it. This could be when she'd tell him. Or this could be another hurdle she would fall at. Another chapter slammed firmly shut in their relationship.
But he'd kissed her. He'd kissed her like he'd never done before. She almost felt wanted, not lusted after or craved. Wanted. Selina closed her eyes for a moment, a pair of fingers tracing over her lips. Did he want her at last? Did she want him or did she want someone else? Someone....darker.
What she wanted right now was sleep, as much of it as she could get. Maybe she could muse on the private jet. She'd probably think on it right up until he picked her up at five. Selina Kyle was an over thinker – and not always in the best way. It might come in handy for schematics, but not when it came to men.