QUEEN of THIEVES

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

         Tonight was busy, as were the several proceeding evenings. There was a lot of ground to cover no matter how effective she was in reclaiming her fortune. Luckily The Hive’s law enforcement were sitting ducks. Gordon would be having a conniption trying to get these officers to do anything more than frequent the donut shop drive-thru. Average citizens probably struggled with this fact but it was blessing for someone in her line of work.

        Company, she hardly had been expecting to bump into anyone prowling the rooftops besides herself. This place was turning out to be full of surprises though, just look at that getup. ❝Another pretty kitty, who would of thought?❞ She could not say she had been in a similar situation before. Catwoman was no Batman and that meant copycats were not exactly something she had to deal with. Given the lack of recognition it was obvious enough that this woman was no double, so she did away with her suspicions. 

Anyway, needless to say, this certain cat was pleasantly surprised she hadn’t really stumbled upon other any other cat suit wearing feline pals back home and everyone needs that sense of relatability. Even better, she wasn’t an exact copy, the woman definitely had her own paw full of flair and Felicia was, to say the least, loving it.

    ❝It really is a small world, hopefully I didn’t use up all my luck on meeting such a fine feline.❞ a small bout of laughter escaped her because 1) who doesn’t like cat puns? and 2) she was fairly happy with the situation. Posture relaxing slightly as the conversation flowed and the words practically rolled off her tongue.

              ❝Mm, they strike like the type of people to really like spiders..-- I would’ve happily come here with a belly full of expensive lobster or something, the place doesn’t seem too bad but I haven’t been here long enough to make a proper judgement.❞

Her face practically lighting up at the proposition of dress-up, arms unfolding and hands clasping together, it was a rare encounter and she was going to make the most of it.

              ❝Where do I sign? People say the cat-suit is an ‘acquired’ taste, but when it’s hugging all the right places like yourself, who wouldn’t love it?❞

“YOU’RE ALL DEAD YOUR FRIENDS ARE DEAD YOUR KIDS ARE DEAD YOUR CAREERS ARE DEAD I WILL NOT REST UNTIL EVERYONE PAYS FOR RUINING MY CLOTHES, MY HAIR, AND MY RULE OF NO PRANKS!”

      ❝Woah back up G-Spot of doom. ❞

  ❝If I’m dead...and my kids are dead...and my career is dead..❞

「 🍬 」▬  Following a little cat into an alleyway, Bonnibel squats down and scratches its adorable chin. “Oooh lookitchu wittle cutie, yes you are. You remind me of my Timmy back home. Just…like, waaay smaller.” She lets a small, happy squeak out as she watches the few other cats wander around her.

Riding down the fire escape ladder and making her presence known, as well as how funny she found the situation, not uttering a single word and instead opting for the silent approach; squatting down next to the other and sticking her hand out for the stray to get somewhat familiar with her before receiving the a-okay to go ahead and pet him.

     ❝I’m not judging you, doll.❞ clearing her throat and finally deciding to start a conversation after about half a minute of silence  ❝You and this little guy definitely put on quite a cute display, almost warming my heart -- Almost.❞

And she definitely was eyeing the crown for a good while, and it may or may not be on her ‘to snatch’ list.

❝ You’ve never heard of Easter? You’re missing out, Golden Monkey. ❞

“Excuse you? I JUST showered, used that weirdly nice smelling soap they got stocked in the apartment bathrooms and everything”

      ❝ I don’t think you’re being very honest there, doll. Passing gas is a natural thing...just God. What have you been eating? ❞ was that last sentence used purely to get under her skin? Too bad her costume was pretty much impenetrable. 

❝ Y’know, I do actually take the blame for my actions. ❞ and just at that moment, a bird happened to be flying by, and with a little bit of bad luck, it needed to poop there and then, right onto Gideon.