Selina Kyle had grown up a Gothamite, and would die a Gothamite, even if she wouldn't die as Selina Kyle. No, that fate had been sealed months ago, when she had been murdered brutally for knowledge she had uncovered in her work as a Journalist for the Gotham Gaezette. Anyone who was raised in Gotham knew the criminals, The Riddler, The Joker, The Penguin. But what they knew more than that, was that seemingly mundane threats such as Falcone, and powerful business men like him, and like Bruce Wayne, were the real ones to fear. They were the ones who would murder you quietly, without a show in the street where someone might save you, no... they would leave you to die in a garbage dump and never think about you again.<br/><br/>But Selina, Selina had luck, and it would seem that lady luck had favored her on that night, when she should have died laying hidden in a pile of rubble, and instead she was given a gift from Bast herself... Selina would live, and she would live on as the Catwoman.<br/><br/>The Catwoman was lithe, agile, intelligent and deadly beautiful, with unnatural abilities that aided in her new lifestyle wonderfully... Her green eyes had gained reputation for bringing men to their knees in a single contact, even in just the short time she had been labelled a jewel thief. Well, she supposed she was. She did like shiny, glittery things. But the shiny glittery thing she possessed now, was the deadly gaze of her emerald eyes as she held the handle of her whip to the throat of a frightened, trembling man who had been roughing up a young woman just moments ago.<br/><br/>There was a strange rumbling in the Catwoman's chest as she sneered into the man's face and he called out quickly for help.<br/><br/>"Who's going to help you? Hm? Batman?" She offered, laughing darkly from her crimson lips. "No one can hear you, so you'd better scream." Selina whispered seductively, the words she had heard him speak to the woman, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she watched the blood drain from his face in fear. "Aww... what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She gritted through her teeth, leaning the handle into his windpipe more, knowing it was on the brink of being crushed gave her a certain thrill. "Go on. Call for the Bat."