Selina Kyle ⇆ Catwoman (felinefatale_) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-08 16:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | catwoman, cypher |
Who: Selina Kyle, Doug Ramsey,
Where: Park Row Community Center, Doug's room – Selina's old apartment
When: June 8, 2012. 2 am
What: Selina's been a little careless and needs some medical attention. Cue making a teenage boy feel extremely awkward
Rating: Safe for work – some language
The cut wasn't deep, but it was deep enough to warrant some iodine and a quick glance over. Maybe a couple of simple stitches. Selina made her way across the Gotham roofs quickly, hopping from one building as quickly as she could with the cut on her right forearm stinging as it was. She knew Leslie was away, a conference. Trust her to get careless when the only person she trusted to maintain her was away. Selina bristled a little as she landed with a dull thud on the roof of the community centre, slinking along the side of the wall.
She supposed she could go running to Bruce, she knew he'd be willing have a look – but she didn't want too. It didn't feel...right, go go to him with something like this. No. She would take care of it herself if she needed too. She would see him on Satrurday afternoon and if he noticed anything, she would deal with it then. Selina glanced down at her arm again, holding it with her free hand, the blood glossy over her leather cat suit.
Those fucking mob bastards.
Slowly, Selina crept down the side of the building, using the emergency stairs to lower herself down to her old bedroom window, looking inside cautiously. She felt the window pane with her finger tips, fingering the latch carefully and hoisting the window up as silently as she could. She raised her knees up underneath her and slipped inside, reaching back behind her to close the window again before reaching up to unzip her suit down the middle and slip it off her shoulders, carefully inspecting the wound.
It wasn't too bad. No stitches required, but definitely a good wash out and bandages. Selina shrugged a little to herself, making her way across the room on light feet, heading to flick the light switch to give herself more clarity.