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Freedom (Narrative)
Selina had finally made up her mind to release herself from the bondage that was the catsuit and the mask. If Bruce could do it and be successful with it then there was no reason she couldn't be too. It was no easy feat to give up the prowl, for days and nights she continued to make any excuse to herself in effort to keep the mask and hide behind it. The invisible shackles of a life once lived, the unhappy past, that was what the suit represented. And finally she realized that all along she had been carrying the key with her.
From somewhere in the room her cat mewled. Selina smiled at it though her attention didn't wain from the leather mask she was holding in her hands. Trying not to cling to the familiarity, Selina took a hard breath and began to fold it horizontally in half. On the bed before her sat a hatbox that contained the rest of her outfit.
The boots had gone first, a favorite pair of hers. Atop that she had folded delicately the suit itself. Then came the gloves with the claws. And finally she set the mask down on top of the pile. The bullwhip was the last piece, her signature symbol of violence, and she wound it gently. It was placed atop the mask and then came the lid.
Her hands shook a bit, but placing her palms flat against the lid gave her a measure of stability. She took another breath, this one full of relief and a touch of fear, and her hands moved down the sides of the box to the bottom. This was her past she had locked away, everything she had struggled with and fought for. But she knew she didn't need it anymore. She had managed to rise above it. With Bruce she didn't have to conceal herself and with her circle of friends dwindling significantly in the past weeks she knew the temptation would wain without a source. Effie was dead. Jonathan was gone and Eddie wasn't bothering her anymore. She no longer needed them to consider herself free. This house was her freedom, being with the man she loved was freedom. It had been cloudy before but it was much clearer now.
She was free.
Finally free.
Selina carried the box to the closet and set it up high on a shelf. She pushed it all the way to the back, and placed things around it to conceal it away. She would not forget it, she couldn't forget who she was but now it was time to focus on who she was becoming. There was potential there and anyone be damned that stood in her way of taking advantage of all of the new riches that had presented themselves before her. Happiness was the best source of wealth that there was. How had she overlooked it before?
From somewhere in the room her cat mewled. Selina smiled at it though her attention didn't wain from the leather mask she was holding in her hands. Trying not to cling to the familiarity, Selina took a hard breath and began to fold it horizontally in half. On the bed before her sat a hatbox that contained the rest of her outfit.
The boots had gone first, a favorite pair of hers. Atop that she had folded delicately the suit itself. Then came the gloves with the claws. And finally she set the mask down on top of the pile. The bullwhip was the last piece, her signature symbol of violence, and she wound it gently. It was placed atop the mask and then came the lid.
Her hands shook a bit, but placing her palms flat against the lid gave her a measure of stability. She took another breath, this one full of relief and a touch of fear, and her hands moved down the sides of the box to the bottom. This was her past she had locked away, everything she had struggled with and fought for. But she knew she didn't need it anymore. She had managed to rise above it. With Bruce she didn't have to conceal herself and with her circle of friends dwindling significantly in the past weeks she knew the temptation would wain without a source. Effie was dead. Jonathan was gone and Eddie wasn't bothering her anymore. She no longer needed them to consider herself free. This house was her freedom, being with the man she loved was freedom. It had been cloudy before but it was much clearer now.
She was free.
Finally free.
Selina carried the box to the closet and set it up high on a shelf. She pushed it all the way to the back, and placed things around it to conceal it away. She would not forget it, she couldn't forget who she was but now it was time to focus on who she was becoming. There was potential there and anyone be damned that stood in her way of taking advantage of all of the new riches that had presented themselves before her. Happiness was the best source of wealth that there was. How had she overlooked it before?