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Kit and Cat

"He likes petting, you know," she said, gently lifting Morocco onto the arm of the sofa.  "He already seems to like you.  Have you ever had a pet?"

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Kit and Cat

She stretched out long on the couch, letting out a soft groan that sounded not unlike a quiet cat yowl before resettling to give Cass space.  ”Does it make you nervous?  Do I?”

Kit and Cat

Selina gestured towards the sofa before settling on it herself, Isis immediately hopping up onto her lap.  ”So, tell me, what do you do to have fun, kitten?”

"Would you like to come in?" she asked, finally.  "It’s much warmer inside and much more comfortable.  I promise I don’t bite."

Strangely for Cass, she was only vaguely aware of the eyes on her — rather, she felt them, but wasn’t particularly concerned. Was she letting her guard down? No, that wasn’t it. Selina’s body language was relaxed, casual. There wasn’t any threat. It was simply a matter of keeping alert just in case a threat did arise that required her attention. But it was an unexpected leap to go from being watched to being invited inside, and certainly one she hadn’t been expecting. She hadn’t felt cold, or particularly uncomfortable (then again, she reasoned, that didn’t mean everybody else could tell by body language just because she could). There was a long pause as she, ever-cautious, took a moment to weigh her options. Ultimately, though, it wasn’t as if she felt that there was any threat indoors, either. In a single movement she had moved from her prior perch on the balcony ledge into a standing position, looking from Selina to Morocco to the door before offering a small nod.

Selina smiled.  ”Exactly.  It all depends on what’s right to you.  I’d never steal from a working family, but I’d take something from a Wayne.”  She flashed her a smile, gleaming white teeth between red lips.  ”Well, one of the male ones, anyway.  But that would be strictly for fun.  If he didn’t have such a good family, I’d do it to make a point.”

"Why?  It’s fun!"  And that was a very Cat answer.  She leaned on the railing, steadying Morocco as he hopped up beside them.  "It was something I was good at, and then I met people who were very cruel and didn’t need all the money they had, and so I simply took it from them.  Now, it’s just fun."

Cassandra frowned, silently rolling the answer over her tongue, determining it’s weight. One of the things she’d found fascinating about people, once she’d learned to get to know anybody, were their gray areas. Nobody, she had discovered, was simply black or white. Catwoman had always done what she pleased: sometimes it was for the better, others simply for her own pleasure. She wasn’t right, or wrong. Just… gray. And the younger woman wasn’t quite sure how to categorize that, when it wasn’t a specific incident to be dealt with. So, she chose not to. "Not always the right thing… to do," she commented, frown still evident, "but it’s not always wrong."  She repositioned herself on the balcony, accidentally finding herself in a more comfortable pose but deciding to stay there anyway. "It’s different."

Selina smiled.  "Exactly.  It all depends on what's right to you.  I'd never steal from a working family, but I'd take something from a Wayne."  She flashed her a smile, gleaming white teeth between red lips.  "Well, one of the male ones, anyway.  But that would be strictly for fun.  If he didn't have such a good family, I'd do it to make a point."

Motion from below caught her attention, and she looked down from her perch on the balcony in time to see a brown cat approach. She watched it for a moment. Animals weren’t something she’d spend a lot of time around — apart from Ace — and for a brief moment, she found herself still and observant. Then that moment passed, and her attention went back to Selina. “Not my problem.” 

Selina pursed her lips.  ”Why did you decide to do that?” she asked, nodding towards where the Batsymbol would be on her chest.  ”To uphold the law or to do what’s right?  You know they’re not always the same thing.”

"I know I’m not, kitten, but I haven’t done anything really illegal in a while.  Honest."  Selina smiled almost sweetly as a speckled brown cat wandered up to Cass.  "Besides, you wouldn’t make me get rid of Morocco, would you?"

Motion from below caught her attention, and she looked down from her perch on the balcony in time to see a brown cat approach. She watched it for a moment. Animals weren’t something she’d spend a lot of time around — apart from Ace — and for a brief moment, she found herself still and observant. Then that moment passed, and her attention went back to Selina. “Not my problem.” 

Selina pursed her lips.  "Why did you decide to do that?" she asked, nodding towards where the Batsymbol would be on her chest.  "To uphold the law or to do what's right?  You know they're not always the same thing."

Cassandra frowned. “There would be…. Other things to arrest you for.” She took a moment to look the older woman over, ignoring the hint of intrigue. “You’re not… above the law.”

"I know I'm not, kitten, but I haven't done anything really illegal in a while.  Honest."  Selina smiled almost sweetly as a speckled brown cat wandered up to Cass.  "Besides, you wouldn't make me get rid of Morocco, would you?"