Re: Gotham: Spoiler/Cat
[Possibly, the kitty cat should've intervened when she heard the man against the wall gasp. Possibly, but she didn't. She looked up from her crouch, and she watched, the pings saying things she couldn't hear. Mossy green eyes intent, and her own blood-drip claws holding her whip tight around the man on the floor's throat. A beat. Another. And the little blonde bat rolled her eyes, and the goon stammered, and Selina pulled ties from her utility belt and trussed up the man on the floor as Steph's knee played nice with the other man's cock.
She stood, boot on the man's face, and he would need a nosejob after this. She didn't care. Crunch, and she listened for the response of salt-and-pepper as he winced. It was like waiting for the drop on a coaster, heart in her throat and please let him know something, anything, anything that gave them a direction. She wrapped the whip around her waist, and she ground her toe into the nameless crying lump on the ground.] You better hope your friend talks, for both your sakes.
[And she knew her humanity was lost. It was gone before zombies. She thought she'd lost it in Marvel, fighting aliens. Before that, maybe, for during those weeks when she'd thought Bruce gone for good. Before that, even, with a bomb and lost trust. And she wasn't quite sure it had ever come back, that humanity, not entirely. But Steph, Steph was different, and Selina didn't have the energy to worry.]