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Apr 7th 2024 - 1:51 PM


Street Trash
Reunion
ft. ๐˜ฟ ๐˜ผ ๐™ ๐™† ๐™‘ ๐˜ผ ๐™‡ ๐™Š ๐™
It had been eight years since the last time sheโ€™d slipped through this window, and the dust around the edges betrayed the casementโ€™s inert state. Selina Kyle tilted her head first to the left and then the right as she studied the faded paint, and looked for the witness marks of the last time she slipped her way into this home. Careful fingers traced the fine craftsmanship, the paint, that even after all this time was not peeling, and she sniffed derisively to herself. The rich didnโ€™t have the decency to decay the same way the rest of Gotham had.

Sheโ€™d come here seeking him. Almost every day that first six months. Then, twice a week. Then, once a week. Once a month. Then one day it had been a year since sheโ€™d participated in her futile rituals. One day sheโ€™d given up. After a life spent waitingโ€”first for her Mother, then for Bruceโ€”she realized at last how very easy she was to leave behind.

Whether her skills were still superior to the Wayne security system, or Alfred had simply left her biometrics on file as a friendly, she did not know but the window opened without complaint and she slipped soundlessly inside.

If you were Bruce Wayne, she thought to herself, where would you sleep? His childhood bedroom was up the winding stair and to the left. Sheโ€™d spent a few tear-filled nights tangled in the center of that four-poster bed, until the sheets had lost his smell, and the urge to break everything heโ€™d left behind had passed. But, would he have returned there now that he was grown? Or would he have taken over the master bedroom? She knew vaguely where it was, but it felt wrong for her to go there. It had been his parentsโ€™ room, and Selina knew better than to tempt ghosts in Gotham City. The boy sheโ€™d known would not have taken over his parentโ€™s quarters, but thenโ€”the man who had returned bore only a passing similarity to that child. For all she knew, heโ€™d taken to sleeping hanging upside-down in one of the many caves on the Manor grounds.

She wanted to hate him. Or be indifferent. But neither emotion seemed within her reach. Instead, much like that first journey sheโ€™d taken to slip inside this sanctuary, she feltโ€ฆcuriosity. Intense and unmistakable. Curiosity. Regret. Annoyance. Familiar emotions for the cat burglar when it came to the subject of Bruce Wayne.

Instead of seeking him out in any of the bedrooms, Selina stood on the second-floor landingโ€”a familiar scene, though the Manor was darker now than she could ever remember it. She walked into the library where Bruce used to sleep after spending all night working on the mystery of his parentsโ€™ murders. Her fingers trailed the desk, though, like most of the furniture, it was still covered in white sheets to protect it from dust. Green eyes went slightly misty with emotion as the memory of two young children giggling and tossing scones at one another sprang instantly to mind. He hadnโ€™t come close to hitting her with any of the pastry projectiles. If he had, sheโ€™d promised to let him kiss her. A flippant offer, made on a whim, back in the days when it felt like a kiss between them would mean nothing at all.

Turning back to the hallway, Selina left the room behind and moved toward the railing that looked down 20 feet to the floor below. With a gentle cat-light leap, she sprang up and landed perfectly in the center of the beam, balancing as though it took no effort at all. Hold your core tight. She remembered telling him. Easier now, isnโ€™t it? Watch me. Look at me. Are you scared?

Of course, he wasnโ€™t. He never was.

She hadnโ€™t heard him enter and wasnโ€™t sure when he had. But, somehow she knewโ€ฆhe was there. Somewhere, in the darkness. Watching her. And so she spoke, without truly knowing for certain where he was.

โ€œYou know, for a billionaire, you have a pretty crappy security system,โ€ she teased softly. An old line, one sheโ€™d said on his 18th birthday when she stopped by for a piece of cake and lied about not knowing what day it was. โ€œYou owe me more of a conversation than we had on that rooftop, Bruce. I haveโ€ฆ.a lot I need to say. And youโ€™re gonna let me say it. Then, if you never want to see me again, I guessโ€ฆthat will be that. But if weโ€™re done? Weโ€™re really done. You donโ€™t come looking for me. You donโ€™t try to protect me. If you want to be strangers thenโ€ฆ.weโ€™re just strangers.โ€ She waited for him there, still balancing on the beam. It wasnโ€™t as difficult as when they were kids. But if she fell? Well. She still had seven lives to go.


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Nov 26th 2023 - 1:38 AM


My name is Ryder Queen
Yes, the daughter of Oliver Queen and Chloe
Most see the rich girl, getting whatever her heart desires
But what do they know? What do you know?
I have many secrets and probably as many flaws
So come to my world, who knows you may end up good or bad
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