Selina Kyle

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“You got toilet paper on your shoe.”

“Join me for a drink?”

“Sure thing, pretty boy. You’re paying though.”

So, that’s it?

Handsome and beautiful 😍

modern day romeo and juliet / forbidden love

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Cory Michael Smith confirms Jerome’s return on Gotham’s Facebook Q&A (x)

                  ❛ ‘ere, kitty, kitty, kitty !! ❜ the clown-like female’s running through all the possible alleyways in search for a tiny lion cub, arms outstretched so that she can grab it as soon as she closes the distance between them. ❛ stop runnin’ ya filthy mutt !! ❜ it’s not that she cares about what’s going to happen to it — it’s just that it belongs to a friend of hers and that harley’s supposed to get paid for catsitting. who would have thought that taking a baby lion out for a walk would result into this ?? —— and then suddenly someone’s in her way and the jester ends up falling on her ass, left only to throw a tantrum at the fact that the lion’s probably definitely lost now. ❛ nice one, ya curly noodle !! ❜

The young girl has always had an eerie connection with FELINES, for reasons she cannot quite understand. So NATURALLY when a distressed cat pounced past her, Selina crouched down into action as if SENSING the cat’s distress and mirroring it. She doesn’t need to keep her eye on the animal to know exactly where it’s going, instead keeping her gaze FORWARD and fixated upon WHAT the cat was running from. Selina jumps UP onto the garbage bin, waiting for the mysterious figure to turn around the corner and the second she does, the girl is POUNCING right in front of the girl’s trail. Her brows are raised suspiciously as the woman falls to the floor, “She’s running from you for a REASON ya know.” She says with an annoyed tone before sitting up and dusting her hands off. Still, the woman didn’t SEEM like a threat at this moment. SURE, she seemed a bit off of her rocker. With a roll of her eyes she extends a hand toward the stranger, “No offense but you don’t seem like much of a CAT person. What you chasing her for anyways?”

           “I liked it better when you just called me B.” Not to say he liked that one either, but if he can get her to at least call him a nickname that’s LESS annoying he’ll take it. “So what if I don’t exactly know how to use a washing machine. I’ve yet to learn, and besides, there’s always time.” Slender shoulders rise then fall, deciding to just be flat out. “I am tough. I’m not actually crying, am I?” Brows knit in offense, getting back up on his own feet. “And no thank you, I’ll find them myself.” Turning his nose up in a snooty albeit playful manner, Bruce then turns on his heel && haughtily begins leading the way, trailing towards the nearest hallway in search of a bathroom where bandages might be.

“And I liked it better when PIGS could fly.” The girl says with her classic sarcastic tone, enjoying way too much the fact that Bruce hated her pestering. He was so easy to aggravate and it was all too amusing, “RELAX. I’ll teach ya. First we gotta swipe some currency from this place. Your Gotham bucks won’t work in this joint. “ She shoots him a look, “Why are ya so SET on proving to the world how tough you are? With a mindset like that you’re gonna get yourself killed.” Selina admits with a sigh, rubbing at the bridge of her nose with Bruce’s seemingly death wish, “Suit yourself.” She watches him with an amused grin before sneaking away from him, disappearing out of sight. After a few SHORT moments, she drops in front of Bruce with a box of band-aids in her clutch, a smirk on her face as she shakes the box at him, “Looking for THESE?”

#baby batcat kicking grown-up ass