<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Catwoman</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Closed</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Mild Gore</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Words dangle from her tongue but they are not the worst, by far are the gilded god's; devastating as a gunshot. They guide her, an ebb and flow of introspection brimming at damned lips threatening to choke her. Selina swallows them whole, letting the festering knot settle in the pit of her stomach. Yet, intrigue flits betwixt them and the erected Two Face. Brows arc quizzically, bafflement refines repose.<br/><br/><strong>"Where are you taking him?" </strong><br/><br/>It's an odd thing to see the fall of idols; lessons of what could come for her, for any and all. Natheless she lingers in Fate's wake, an inky stain against his light. Her hand returns to wounds, slowing the laggard trickle until she can tend to them. One moment she is on the threshold, the cusp of the desolate warehouse and then not. It doesn't stop her from glancing back at the harrowing still frame, silent goodbye bidden.<br/>  </span></span><br/>