Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
The kitten was Gotham, and love was built on the chase. Even for the little birds, the good and model, love was based on adrenaline. In Gotham, living was hard and long, and blood rushing in veins was the only thing worth anything. She knew it was different in that sunny door that lacked gargoyles and character, and she really didn't like Marvel's New York. Awake, she wouldn't even remember what it was. But here? Here, she knew that it was the grave waiting. There was no place for her in Gotham anymore, and she would end up there, in the tin man's flavorless city, and it would be like death.
But youth won out, chased away those thoughts, and wasn't it bad enough older her was miserable? She wasn't going to be that way, not if she could help it. And this? This was her helping it.
He was holding onto her, dripping wet, and he watched the door like it was going to do some trick. He was cold, but so was Gotham, and it didn't bother her even a little. And she listened, though she wasn't sure what she was listening for. But this was dull, and the dead people outside? They only made it worse.
She turned hard in his arms, and youth and defiance stared him in the face. "People die. People leave. That's reality, but we're here, alive, young. Wouldn't you rather have fun? Blaze while you still can?" Her eyes were bright with that thought, fevered, and when was the last time she'd really had any fun?