Re: gotham u: steph/selina
[The little blonde bat smirked, and the little blonde bat chuckled, and that confidence was familiar, like warm milk and scratches behind the ears. Oh, it was different, and it had the emotions of youth behind it. But Selina still remembered this particular kitten young, before all of the hotel's age-up, age-up more games, and there was something soothing about youth and do-overs, especially for someone that had been so unhappy.
It was the same way she felt about Dickie, young now and no longer crying about parenthood and a failed relationship that he couldn't seem to just let go of, and maybe none of them were made for love and happy endings.
This was, after all, Gotham.
She'd tossed her own silly dreams for anything resembling forever off the docks, into that murky Gotham water. It was for the best.]
Tsk. So touchy. It doesn't sound like I hurt you, did I? [She arched a brow. Stephanie's story interested her more than most stories about other Cats. Because Stephanie wasn't actually talking about another Cat, was she?] What did he do once he had you, kitten?