Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
Selina did everything deeply. It was just her nature, and she was guarded, slink and black and cultivated walls older, but it wasn't her nature. No, her nature was chaos, feeling, riding the thrill, loving the risk. And what better risk was there than love? Oh, it was worse than falling off rooftops if you lost, but if you won? And that was all young kitten. That was the girl, not yet a cat, who had just begun a teensy, tiny obsession with a new vigilante. The Bat, and he'd only been around a few months, and the little kitten already thought he was amazing, even without knowing how her adult life, pain and hardship, would wind itself around the man beneath the cowl, a tail curled warm against all that kevlar.
Here, though? Here she was flashes of knowing, flashes of not knowing. Things of dreams, and she waited for him to look down, to acknowledge. "Death isn't fun. Of course it isn't. But we risk it every single day. Are you afraid? I'm not. My life is escaping death." But there was something about his words that stilled the kitten in black. She toyed with her necklaces, and she regarded him thoughtfully. Something was just there, on the tip of her tongue. Ah, yes. "Death, now you know all about that don't you?" There was something in her mind's eye, a memory, water, a lab.
When she spoke again, it was with a moment of dream clarity, though she had no idea where the question originated, and she surely had no idea about the significance. "So, what did you take? Hmmm? And was it on purpose?" Hands on his shirt, that damp thing that clung. "Were you trying to die?"