<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;"> Violence, Gore</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em>Let the truth be told: There is no virtue anywhere. </em>Rapid fire questions birth savagery from both their maws, lips spread sylphlike over ivory teeth; his words a violent thrum in her ears. The throbbing pain jabs at her upper arm, intensifying the foul mood. She too frees thoughts that fall from her filthy tongue like barbs. <br/><br/><strong>"Who are you to judge me?! Who do I answer to? WHO?! There's just one!" </strong><br/><br/>Keeping her grip on slippery wounds, she bends an elbow of the opposite arm and erects a lone finger. Proudly the middle digitus stands, glinting claw promptly catching the dim light cast upon them whilst her tone descends to the edge of giggles. It's all the more incentive for him to declaw the Cat but even in the face of death, Selina finds satisfaction. Diaphanous features bloom feverish, rosen as warmth laces over suited pallor. His rage only festers, boiling over with each wild slash that doesn't find purchase. Yet, he backs her into a wall without any more room to run. <br/><br/>High does the arcane weapon raise, eager for a taste of blood: hers. Howling yell spells the end, surely, but he summons that which he calls forth from the unknown. Ask and receive. The blinding light explodes in her night vision, too bright for eyne to properly see what exactly it is. Booming voice spills all the atrocities committed by one, condemning Two Face before rendering the havoc-ridden physique into nothing more than a ragdoll slumped against the floor. Visage morphs from astonishment to trepidation, eventually settling on the former. <br/><br/>Goggles flicker in shade, returning to their everyday norm of regular perception. Lashes flutter to adjust her eyes, trying to attune to the sight of what appears to be a man, or machine intending to mimic humanoid countenance. It's only when it regards her by her name that brows furrow behind their fitted mask, questioning what exactly this was about, though as if it read her mind, the final question sings like a canary. <br/><br/><strong>"Besides the fact they get free dry cleaning?"</strong> <br/><br/>Quip childishly goads but somber timbre quickly takes its place. <br/><br/><strong>"An assemblage of heroes meant to save the world from whatever impending doom. Pfftt. Personally, I like to call them Super Buddies-- Wait... <em>my</em> talents?"</strong> Her hand pats the pocket of one of the fallen, slumbering thugs and then the other before sliding within the confines of cotton to pilfer a burner phone. <strong>"I tend to work by myself, buttttttt~ since you saved my life I guess this means I owe you one. What is it that you need?"</strong> Presumably information from his inquiry earlier. <br/>  </span></span>