#clawsextended

she is upset. deviation from routine is selina’s least favorite thing. far less so when she feels threatened by it. and she crashes into kate’s chest anyway, absolutely desperate for some form of familiar solace. there is a noticeable streak of pure white, perhaps a few inches of newly grown hair just there, just streaking faintly into the side part of a fringe. “shut up. i’m fucking old.” rationality forsaken, kate doesn’t even know what to take this for, save selina being the same mercurial as she tends to be. but how is she supposed to successfully play her shtick if she’s old? @clawsextended

even before the theatrics of it all, Kate knew where it was leading. yes, she had noticed the subtle colour shift from her usual root shade to white. she was surprised that Selina hadn't noticed sooner, given how meticulous the cat was with routine.

Only briefly does she move her hands to tap something on one of her bracers and the voice distorter shuts off. Hands back to where they were before and Bryce rubs her cheek against Selina, gently, the mask isn't really good for that sort of affection. "Sorry it took me so long..."

Always sorry... For being late, for going away without message, for getting home injured. For so many things; but never for leaving.

But she's getting better ever since their last falling out; the therapist is difficult to juggle with her various masks; but it's working!

"How have you been, how has Holly been? Has she been enjoying her new room? And have you been managing to get some rest?"

this conversation again, huh?

huntress doesn’t know how many times she has to hit the brakes and skid before they ever truly get there; she’s not afraid to speak her mind candidly, she has plenty of opinions she stands by — but she has feelings, too, about the kind of baggage these conversations masquerading as rooftop-slash-alleyway chitchat often delve into. strong ones, at that, and she refuses to let them out of the bag so easily.

“and then?” she finally counters, dryly. “sounds sweet in theory, but then what, catwoman? life’s grander than our origin stories, which are often times only the mere beginning. i don’t like dwelling on the past,” she takes another drag of her cigarette, exhaling smoke the other direction. “if dwelling is all i’ll end up doing, instead of, i don’t know, my actual job.”

I’m so blessed to have spent this year meeting up with people I’ve met on this beloved hellsite.

incoming transmission ... :: from @clawsextended / selina kyle. "I’m   trying   to   stay   calm." meme || accepting.

❝ How is this staying calm? ❞ Artemis hisses in reply.

This is not how she had wanted to spend her Saturday. When her old friend had invited her back to Gotham to catch up, Artemis should have anticipated that they would be caught in some sort of crossfire. The plan had been to pay a visit to the Bank of Gotham for her mother because Paula still had an existing account and then go get some lunch.

Simple, easy.

But nothing ever is in Gotham.

They had been forced to line up against the wall when the band of thieves had stormed the main entrance. Full of chaos and fear, both women were now waiting for an opportunity. For something, anything.

❝ It's not that bad, ❞ Amelia assures in a hushed voice, hand wrapped tightly around her middle to hold herself closed. She doesn't feel it, not really, just the wetness of the blood, and the searing burning as her flesh slowly starts to knit itself back together. Her lips purse, heaving out a tired breath, head flopping to the side.

Things aren't entirely going quite to plan, but the assassin still manages to fix Selina with a great big pout that barely stifles the lopsided grin that closely follows. ❝Are you mad ? You look mad. Don't be mad. It's really not that bad. ❞

The streets of Gotham are cold and unforgiving, especially in winter. One nasty tumble down the manor steps had him sporting a broken arm and a cloud of lingering and worried family. His cast doesn't have a single ounce of white space on it, having long been scribbled and drawn on by his grandchildren. It was only with the assurance that he wouldn't be alone and that Selina was coming to visit that Bruce and the kids agreed to take a brake from hovering around him and go on patrol.