Stretching Like a Cat Who: Cassandra Wayne and Selina Kyle Where: Wayne Manor, Gotham, NJ When: Some afternoon when Selina's up for some training. What: Cass helps Selina get back in shape, which doubles as mother-daughter(ish) quality time. Rating: SFW
Cassandra disliked seeing Selina in her injured state. She'd always admired Catwoman's grace and poise, and the attack had done a number on both. And though she hid it well, Cass always had difficulty being in the same room with heavily-injured people -- or at least, those she cared about. Injured evildoers she was fine with; they had it coming. But people she cared about were a different story: their body language would shout things like pain and broken at her, and it took a lot of self-control to shut it out.
But now, Selina was over the worst of it. She seemed ready to get back into the thick of it, and Cass was ready and willing to help her get her old body back. She was also uniquely qualified to do so. Her muscle memory stored the body language and mannerisms of Catwoman at her best, thanks to Cass having studied as much Catwoman footage as she could get her hands on and practiced until her body was in no danger of forgetting the moveset.
And that was the thing: muscle memory stuck around a lot longer than most other kinds of memory, but it could be unlearned. Overwritten through the repetition of some other activity. Cass knew this better than most. She didn't just want to have Selina in shape, she wanted Selina to move the way she did before; she missed the graceful way Selina's body spoke.
She showed up at Selina's door in sweats, smiling. "Inside?" she suggested. Sure, the Batcave and outside were both roomy, and the Cave had exercise equipment, but they were both cold, and Cass knew from experience how much broken or cracked bones could ache and how much joints could freeze up in the cold. So they could set down a training mat in an empty room and take it one step at a time.