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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 2:27:45 GMT -5
"Mmm. And next thing you're going to tell me is that they're right behind you, reading in case I decide to take a swipe at that camera-ready face, right? Or that those heels are reinforced to run in, just in case you need to." She volleyed back, those green eyes rolling at the news anchor.
"Perfectly protected. I believe you, Gleeson." She parroted back, just as haughty and confident as it'd been spat at her. She sure as shit wasn't born in Gotham. Even the little kids knew to travel in packs, and to avoid certain areas. And especially to not go chasing danger, or running off into dark areas at night.
"Mm. Then air the footage. Not much to see. Get ready for folks claiming it's fake. Air any other nonsense about me, and trust me, I'll come and have a little face-to-face talk with you about it. I don't care about the press, I don't like the limelight, I don't even like confrontation. If it comes down to that, I'm doing something wrong." She growled, shaking her head. She didn't like the term 'crook-in-cat-ears,' but it was better than Pit-pocketing Pussycat, or the other horrendous monikers she'd had to deal with through the years.
"Then go ask your friend Selina to give your more info, instead of bothering me. Or Lex. Can't you bat your eyes at him and bother him for an interview? I bet he'd go for that sort of thing."
"Then ask. You're whining more than seeking answers, honey." A hand went to her hip as she shook her head at the reporter.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 23:14:40 GMT -5
Summer took a small step back, hoping it wouldn’t be noticed. While she had a variety of resources at her fingertips, that didn’t mean the stubborn redhead typically chose to use them. In fact, despite the series of unfortunate events she had managed to encounter throughout her stay in Gotham she still insisted on working alone, fearing that someone might try to swipe her story and credit her hard work. After all- it had happened before.
Slightly appalled that the woman had even suggested on striking her flawless face, she looked down for a moment at her heels. “Well, no. I didn’t want them slowing me down…but they are only a phone call away if I were to need them. Which- I don’t.Summer attempted to justify herself, though it didn’t seem to be working. Still the young reporter was convinced that she was protected well enough, but even then she often did challenge the Gotham nights almost arrogantly.
She couldn’t help but laugh at the woman’s statement. “Fake? Clearly you don’t know what you are talking about. Nothing on my show is fake. I have my ways of finding the truth, even if it’s following a mysterious lead into a dark and creepy warehouse. If it’s good enough to be on my show, people know better than to ever think it’s not real.” That was true, in fact, Summer’s show was one of the most credible sources of news – if not the most credible that Gotham had to offer, simply because she spent her free time rushing head first into dangerous situations and constantly sticking her nose in areas that she didn’t belong.
Taking offense to her comments, Summer’s mouth fell open in shock as she stammered for the proper words. “I do not just bat my eyelashes at people and get interviews! It’s actually a bit of work thank yo-“ Realizing that did not sound right at all, her face turned red as she quickly allowed the topic to die down, annoyance bubbling up inside of her. Deciding not to defend her whining, she allowed her anger to get the best of her, not deciding to think her next action through. Not convinced that it might ruin this semi-interview opportunity, Summer released an annoyed shriek and lunged toward the woman with the intention of tackling her to the dusty warehouse floor.
One of her shoes flew off in the process as Summer dug her manicured hands into the tailored leather of the woman’s concealing outfit.
outfit: cliccck
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 5:17:10 GMT -5
Catwoman did notice the step taken back, but misjudged it. This whole thing was way too much talk and confrontation for her. Outside of those who knew her beneath the mask, this was the most prolonged exposure to a civilian she'd had in years. And it made her itch.
"Mhm." Was all that Catwoman stated. A non-word. She was slowly losing patience. Summer wasn't listening, but that didn't shock her. It was almost as if she were stalling for time. And even a quick narrow-eyed survey of her green dress showed no sort of 'alarm' on her. So it was peculiar behavior for her friend.
"Mmm. Good to know you don't tout shit on your show like the tabloid magazines do. Maybe I'll tivo your show so I can watch it when I wake up. If you're not lying, that is, Ms. Gleeson," she snarled, rolling her eyes. She hated joking so nasty, but it was part of the persona. Part of the act. Part of the mask.
"Mmm. We're all good at something, you know...We can't all be Batman," Catwoman snarled again, rolling her eyes. Next thing she knew, there was screaming and she reacted instinctively, claws shkk'ing out as the redhead had aimed horrifically to her right. As she sidestepped the ball of fury that was Summer Gleeson, she tossed the camera low to the ground as to not damage it, her arm jerked away, caught on the reporter's green dress, a nasty ripping sound echoing in her ears as she knew just exactly what had torn.
And then the grabby hands. There was a reason she'd picked the smooth, yet supple calf-skin. It deterred grabby hands, even if she had a decent pair of handholds up top. "How about we back off the goods, honey." Catwoman would snark, her left hand unclawed as it reached around for a nice handful of Summer's tresses as she jerked her head back, and twisted her around beneath her.
"You wanna stop this nonsense, or would you prefer a haircut as well?" A long, thin, sharpclaw would accentuate the deep rip in her dress. Catwoman just tightened her grip in the woman's hair until she'd get an answer, green eyes blinking prettily now and again with no remorse.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 23:26:32 GMT -5
“Well that’s because I am not a tabloid.” Summer replied almost blandly, though she wasn’t losing interest in the conversation. In fact, this encounter with Catwoman was like a high-school kid meeting their favorite athlete. Was it odd that the young news reporter chose such notorious individuals as idols? Probably- but after spending so much time tracing their steps and relaying their stories on her TV show it was hard not to become obsessed.
“And what exactly is your standing on the Batman?” Summer asked, her curiosity peaking as the name surfaced. It seemed as though she managed to get almost everyone’s opinion on Gotham’s Dark Knight and she was incredibly curious to see what exactly hers was.
However, Summer was incredibly foolish and impatient. She felt like this was getting nowhere and even then there was no way she could trust that the woman’s words were. One thing was for sure, she needed her camera and wanted to retrieve the bit of paper that had been stolen from her. Summer had worked way too hard for that information to let Gotham’s cat burglar steal it right in front of her face.
Her attempt at attack managed to fail miserably. The woman was incredibly quick and managed to shred the front of her dress in the process, exposing her pale chest that was restricted tightly behind her lace-covered bra. Her cheeks grew red instantly and a shriek fell from her red lips. Before she could even react, the woman swiftly reached for a handful of Summer’s hair, jerking her head back and pinning her arm behind her. She winced, her chest forced out as she attempted to struggle. “Ouch! Ughh!” Summer whimpered, struggling endlessly in the woman’s grasp.
She was no match for Catwoman, and it was foolish to think that she was. Now she was exposed and helpless in the woman’s grasp and in desperate need of a wardrobe change. Wincing as she pulled tighter on her long, classic red waves, her eyes grew wide with fear. “Okay! Don’t! You’ve already destroyed my outfit. Your point has been made. Let…me…go!” Summer squealed, attempting to elbow the woman in hopes that she would release her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 23:05:49 GMT -5
"Well, props to you on that. Want a lollipop? Too bad it's the wrong costumed villain for that one. Go ask Eddie." She spits, a coy smile on her lips as she banters back and forth with the girl, the concept of the two of them being friends so far pushed from her mind. There is no Selina. There is just pure feline that is Catwoman.
"Batman? He's trying to do good in this city where he can. But between you and me? He does have his favorites." She doesn't have to add any other classifiers to that, her nearly sing-song tone on the last word clearly stating what most of the Gotham city is aware of. Batman and Catwoman have a thing. A very fun thing at that. A good game of cat and flying mouse.
As their tussle continued, Selina almost, almost feels bad for Summer. But the emotion is fleeting before it can be acted upon. The redhead needs to realize that while she may idolize Catwoman, there are much worse 'Rogues' out there and fucking around trying to get a story could land her in seriously hot water. Worse than having a dress ruined, and being exposed in your lacy matching delicates.
Hovering over the anchor with no remorse, Catwoman kept her hold on the red tresses taut until she did get an answer. "This could have ended a lot worse, Ms. Gleeson. I may not be in the press, but I'm not one to fuck with. And I'm generally one of the more sane, and rational of this lot. Keep in mind you go looking for the others, and you could end up a lot worse. You still have one question, and we'll make a clean swap. I keep that paper, you keep your footage. But I'll be watching your show. Any ill word, and we'll have another little chat," she let go of the woman's hair, poised to strike again, or throw the recorder as she dodged an elbow, and a childish squeal with ease. "Maybe you should take a different self-defense class. I recommend Krav Maga for a woman of your stature...and nature. Last question before your try my patience further."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 16:16:44 GMT -5
Summer sucked in her cheeks as the woman patronized her. The young redhead was typically in control, though here she was forced, blouse shredded and exposing a great deal of her chest and torso while the woman retaining her stood tall, intimidating and masked. While she wasn’t typically fond of feeling so helpless, the fact that she was so against a woman seemed to bother her more than usual. However, it occurred to her that this wasn’t a typical woman. While she was rumored to be cat-like in her moves with a stealth that rivaled all vigilantes, Summer was finally beginning to see that. This wasn’t just some celebrity to lust after – though Summer was still struggling with such a concept.
Edwards name surfaced, causing a deep red blush to play on her cheeks as she looked away and a flood of memories raced through her head. There was no way this woman would now of their overly-complicating relationship that even she – a woman supplied with a constantly running mouth – couldn’t explain. “I’ll pass, thanks.” She seethed, hoping her blush would go unnoticed.
Her next sentenced only caused Summer’s sparked curiosity to grow once more. “And I am assuming that you are one of those favorites then? So the infamous Catwoman has a thing with Gotham’s Dark Knight…” The redhead questioned. The story was already beginning to brew in her head ambitious head.
Forced to look up at the woman’s masked eyes from such a vulnerable position, Summer didn’t hesitate to answer the question and meet Catwoman’s demands. “Fine. Deal.” The redhead regained her balance as she folded her arms across her chest in order to cover herself, but it proved to be hopeless. Catwoman dodged any of Summer’s attempts at rebuttal with ease, resulting in her surrender. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She said lowly, obviously annoyed. Though she might have been pouting slightly, she wasn’t going to refuse another question. “So if you are basically sleeping with Batman, then who is Catwoman’s worst enemy? Unless it’s one of those kinds of things.”
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 5:09:10 GMT -5
Well now. Summer was blushing? Curious. And at the name of their somewhat mutual friend Edward? Even more curious. She might have to have a bit of a bite to eat with Mr. Nigma to find out why he kept wanting to date all her friends, yet not her. What a blow to a girl's self-esteem.
"Mmm." Was all Catwoman contributed to that, nonchalantly and bored as the reported tried to cover up her ruined blouse. She felt a teeny bit guilty at that, for it was a nice blouse, but a girl had to keep up her reputation, no?
As Summer put two and two together, she was almost shocked that she hadn't heard that famed rumor. And the girl wasn't even blonde. A raised brow was all she gave to the report, with a barely noticeable roll of her eyes. She wasn't going to humor her one way, or the other.
Tsking at the reporter, Catwoman wiggled a claw at her. "Never said sleeping. And no, it's not one of those sort of things, either. I don't sleep with the enemy." A wry smile crossed her lips as she waited to hear anything more from the other woman before tossing her the camcorder.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 19:05:44 GMT -5
Summer couldn’t help but laugh at her obvious un-amusement with the situation, yet she wasn’t making any attempt to leave. If the situation was such a waste of her time, why was she even giving Summer the time a day when she had been so quick to blow off any other member of the press? While she was certain she was the first person to actually get a statement from Catwoman, that was honestly enough of an accomplishment in itself. It made her wonder why her of all the members of press that consisted in Gotham City- while she was certain that no other reporter would go to such a length for a story, she still felt as though it was all a little too good to be true.
Then she remembered she was standing practically shirtless on the worst side of town and the redhead began to second guess her luck. Relieved that the masked woman didn’t pry on Summer’s discomfort in regards to the name that had surfaced, Summer boldly removed the material that remained of her blouse, rolling the sheer fabric in her hand, unwilling to discard it.
“I mean, the whispers say that it is one of those things. So I had to ask?” She shrugged. “Enemy-love interest...but no sleeping together. Well isn’t that the biggest cliché ever. I should have known it was just as true as it was predictable. I guess I can assume that Gotham’s Batman has a thing for whips and leather.” She said, mostly to herself than the woman before her. Goosebumps raced across her skin and she shuddered slightly. It was a particularly chilly spring evening in a drafty ware-house and the petite redhead was left shirtless.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 16:48:13 GMT -5
Toying with her claws, Catwoman shrugged nonchalantly to the reporter. "Perhaps you need to get a statement or two from those that are whispering, then? That might help the credibility of your story, considering how you like to report only truth, Ms. Gleeson." It was a hint or could be taken as a jab. Selina did watch her friend's show, and did know her commitment to such a high point. Lies sold, but they also discredited the person reporting said story.
She laughed as the redhead continued. "A lot more enjoy it than you'd expect. Few like to admit it. And cliche or not, it's there. It's just most don't like to sit and gather and chitchat about it. The focus of said topic are more than equipped to handle it if they don't like unnecessary chatter." She'd wink at the redhead, hoping she'd take good care of her camcorder.
"Keep that footage safe. I'll be looking for your story, Ms. Gleeson." She added with a nod of her head over her shoulder. At this point it didn't matter who left first. She knew the routes in, and out of this place better than the reporter did.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2014 15:17:47 GMT -5
“Whispers only make my show if they are true though, I’ve been doing this for a while. I think I know what I am doing. But thanks.” With a bit of a know-it-all hint to her voice, wondering what it was going to take to get that point across to this woman. Though she made her discoveries by building her own web of lies, the finish product was nothing but the truth. She prided on the fact that her news was credible despite the drastic lengths she went to get it.
Summer simply smiled as the camera was tossed to her, her wide eyes lighting up at its return. She opened her mouth to thank her at first, but then remembered the struggle that she had recently undergone to obtain her own property and quickly closed her mouth. “I won’t disappoint you.” The redhead replied, turning to leave. Not bothering to silence the clicking of her heels as they echoed across the warehouse floor. Summer reached to the small device on her hip that had been recording their entire conversation. Turning it off, she couldn’t resist calling over her shoulder as she almost reluctantly left the figure she had idolized behind.
“I’m sure we will meet again, maybe next time you will resist the urge to rip my clothes off.” As she made her exit the spring breeze covered her pale, exposed skin in goosebumps. Now she just had to half-nakedly race to her car without being spotted.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 6:38:18 GMT -5
What would it take to get anything across to Catwoman? Very little. Or quite more than the reporter slash news-anchor was offering. Either or. And Selina, beneath the mask and the suit didn't feel the need to be more than a bitch than what she was, to her friend. "Glad to help, Ms. Gleeson," Catwoman shot off in the same mimicking tone.
Turning as soon as she heard the camera in the woman's hands she nodded. "Didn't think you would, doll." Was all she conceded before turning to make her exit. It seemed Summer had one last little bit of fight left in her. "It doesn't do you good to hide that body of yours!" She calls out, laughing as she made it to a nice enough vantage point to make sure the car got out of the ramshackle area safely.
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