Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History [Selina]

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Sofia felt the power slipping away from her more and more each day. Dearest daddy was back, which meant that she no longer called the shots. She had fun on her throne but now it was back to taking orders and carrying out whatever he insisted. It wasn’t so bad, after all, she was still a key part of this dynasty. After all who else would do all the wining, dining and flirting when she seemed to be the one with such a talent for entertaining – at least, when she wanted to. However, right now she felt like drowning herself in a fair amount of liquor as she sat slumped into a plush arm chair. The lower part of the club was noisy as always, but Sofia couldn’t be bothered.  

It was one of her favorite venues and she had rented out the top portion of the club for her own indulgence. Tonight was one of her ‘nights off’ so to speak, as she sat with a neat scotch in her hand. Her fingers were laced with stylish and expensive rings as she silently worked on the drink that she had nearly forgotten about. The loneliness was consuming and while her dear Angelo’s presence was as comforting as always, he wasn’t a man for conversation.  

The brunette pushed herself out of the chair, tossing her drink aggressively to the ground simply because she could. Angelo silently prepared another for her as she reached for her bag. The contents were like any woman’s: make-up, cellphone, keys and of course - a variety of unmarked weapons that fit within its designer contents. She flung the items out as she fumbled for her phone, sending a simple text to one woman in particular whom she always found good company.  

‘My Alibi’ was all the text read, informing the fellow brunette of her current location, unsure if she would accept the invitation considering the late hour. If not there were other she could call upon – though for the moment Selina was her top choice. However, she was tired of pouting and concealing herself in the shadows. It was time for a bit of well-deserved fun after she had been so well behaved over the past few days. At least- well behaved by her standards anyway.  

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[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

A night off was rare. What was even moreso rare, is that Selina had gone out. No staying in, with some horribly indulgent tv, a bottle of wine, and something to dine on. She'd slipped into a not often used dress, a pair of her heels she usually reserved for the Iceberg or even a charity event, and done her makeup boldly. Green eyes rimmed in kohl, a dark berry lip, and several coats of mascara.

It was only when she was told her requested table was in use, that the briefest glimmer of anger crossed her face. Instead she took a seat at the bar instead. Why not. If she couldn't have her booth in the rather 'elite' area, that had a to-die for view, she'd take a seat at the bar. Almost as much fun, just a different view with a bit more interaction.

After her second drink, Selina heard the telltale beep that hinted she had a text. Fishing out her phone from her purse, Selina smirked. Sounds like someone was having a night. Catching the eye of the bartender that had been catering to her for most of the night, she paid her tab then made a casual inquiry to who was upstairs. A hint of panic, and then a casual shrug as he declined to answer, and that was all she needed to know.

With a laugh and a large tip, Selina vacated the stool, aware she had eyes following her as she made her way to the guarded staircase. Pausing, she keyed in a text before she spoke to the man. Returning the two word text with, "Are you going to let me up?" She had to laugh lightly, before asking the burly man if she could go up to see Sofia. At least she'd be able to point out some of the best views from her table-now that she knew who had cordoned it off.

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Sofia stood up, staggering slightly as she struggled to find her balance. The bar on the opposite side was absent of a bartender – which was exactly what she wanted. The open bar meant there were less to witness any drunken rage that she might surrender to. While she was also happy that her father’s intimidating presence was back in Gotham City, she also found herself annoyed with his return. With her fiancé still vacationing and visiting in Italy, the leash was off and she could do whatever she wanted. Rather than anything malicious – though she desperately wanted to punch someone in the face – she was settling for drinking her annoyances away and shattering a great deal of the clubs glasses.

When she heard the voice of a woman at the bottom of the stairs, the brunette bellowed loudly. “Let her through, fools.” Following her demanding command was the sound of another glass shattering. However, this time she had not chucked it at the wall but it had slipped out of her hands and joined the rest of the broken pieces of glass.

Grabbing an entire bottle that was perched on the top shelf of the vacant bar, she tipped some of the contents into her mouth – pour spout and all. By now she was so far gone that it didn’t matter what she drank, nothing had a taste. The moment the fellow brunette sauntered her way up the stairs she smirked. “I think I am going to buy this bar.” She announced.


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[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

"You do that, and I'll chip in so you don't take my favorite table." Selina teased as green eyes glanced over the quick gathering debris on the floor before returning back to the semi-mess of a crime lord. "You know, you could have called me a teeny bit earlier, Sofia. Unless this is some sort of Italian way of seducing me? Rent out not only my favorite table, but the whole floor, provide security, and then woo me with shiny things and top shelf booze."

Closing the distance with a quick tapping of her heels, Selina was behind the bar and pulling out two clean glasses effortlessly. Not bothering to remove the bottle from Sofia's grasp, she busied herself with their cocktails. A lovely stiff blend of whiskey, soda, a dash of bitters, and a cherry. Because. That last one, just because. And because they had the entire area to themselves, Selina didn't even bother to walk around to deliver the drink, instead setting out the small square napkins in tandem, and setting both identical drinks between them.

Then, heels and all, with a quick glance down before shifting, she had hooked the ball of her foot right there, and then there, and she was then atop the bar for a breath, before she was seated, legs crossed at the knee, and offering Sofia a drink.

"Why don't you try this. Just because you can soak your phenomenal dress in top shelf doesn't mean you should. Not that 'shoulds' and telling others is in my vocabulary... How about we let loose and drink the fun way, unlike we're expected to at most of those events." Raising her glass to Ms. Falcone, she was quick to toast her in Italian, "To the beautiful women, and those we love," with a gimlet gleam in her eyes.

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Sofia couldn’t help but crack a smile – or at least the closest expression to a smile that Sofia Falcone was cable of displaying. “Sounds like a plan, we could give it a bit of class. It’s so damn gloomy.” She commented, pulling a face as she examined the venue from her position leaning against the bar. Though she wasn’t anywhere near coherent enough to really talk business at this point, still it was a potential dream and possibility. “Unless they intend for the cobwebs to be decoration.” The high vaulted ceilings were beautiful, though the entire venue needed a bit of a woman’s touch. Then again, the purpose of the club wasn’t exactly to be aesthetically pleasing.

A cackle flew from the raven-haired woman’s lips as Selina insisted she was seducing her. “Oh you figured me out, caro mia. Now, I whisk you away to Italy and we leave all of this behind.” She partially shouted with a dramatic flourish of her wrist. “The security is my father’s doing. I haven’t made very many friends during his absence.” Of course she was talking about the Joker. After Sofia had kidnapped and spent hours brutally torturing the clown, he managed to slip away and murder a substantial amount of their men along the way. She was curious to see if Selina had caught wind of it, or if she might get to relive the story with every delightfully disturbing detail.

Taking one more shot from the spout, she set the bottle beside her. Watching as the woman worked, the concoction she prepared looked much better than the high-proof beverage she continued to down. Perching herself at a seat, she tugged at the ends of her skirt which been inching upwards on her shapely thighs. She took the drink and took a lengthy sip after their toast, following it with an Italian ‘here, here’. Sofia looked at before setting it back down. “You must know there are few I truly trust to prepare my drinks. I’ve been nearly poisoned far too many times for comfort.” A peel of laughter fell from her lips before she moved for another drink.

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[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Selina had to laugh at the women. Raising her own glass, she arched a brow at the beauty, and took a lengthy sip of her own bevearge, prepared and poured from the same bottle. "You see? I am drinking it as well. I can understand your need for security, and safety. And considering your father, and who you are? It makes perfect sense for the peanut gallery." She waved a hand idly at the 'help' guarding the mobster's daughter.

"Trust me. I own my own security company. If you wanted different people to follow you-women, even, I could find them for you. Vet them, make sure they are perfect for you." Perfect meaning the right connections, and not able to be bought. At least, make sure they could pay the price, and not be undercut. While she wasn't a mafiosa herself, Selina was keenly aware of what the job did entail.

Skirting her eyes along the ceiling, and the dark wood surrounding them, she nodded. "Do it. Turn it classy. Get a proper houeskeeper in here, and you could laundry money, run drugs, do as you wish with the place. Come out from beneath your father's encompasing shadow, if you wished."

Shifting on her own seat, Selina reached to the abandoned bottle, and poured a bit of the liquor into her drink. The more the merrier. Setting the bottle between them, she sighed at the mention of Italy.

"I have an uncle there. He used to let me visit in college. If you are going to whisky me away for a beautiful fairy tale ending, I doubt there is much I could say to dissuade you, Ms. Falcone." Green eyes went to meet the clearly buzzed women's.  "He has a villa. Near the ocean. If you really want to twist my arm, I'm sure I could take the pain." Her lips curl at the edges, blossoming into a coy smile as she dips her chin in deference. "I can be a true friend," she teases out in a low tone.

Another sip from her drink and she waves off the mentioning of him. The Clown. Jack. The Joker. She's had her own run ins with the madman over the years, and still, he seems to understand their truce of sorts.

"The Clown follows his own set of rules. It's good to at least be able to acknowldge that. And it's a bold, if not insane person who cares to make him play his own games, you know." Maybe Sofia wasn't insane, but she surely had a pair of balls.

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Sofia couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment before raising the glass to her own lips and taking a hearty sip. It tasted much better than the straight whiskey that she had been shooting since her arrival. “Yes but you are a sneaky one, my friend.” She teased, raising her glass in Selina’s direction. However, it didn’t stop her from taking another drink before setting it back down on the surface of the bar. The other part of the comment didn’t sit to well with Sofia, but none of the emotions were fueled by Selina – but her father. The scowl quickly returned to its comfortable position on her pointed face. “All I need is Angelo. I can handle myself otherwise. He’s being wasteful.”

Well, that was partly true anyway. The liquid courage only seemed to make the young woman twice as stubborn as she usually was. With the endless list of enemies and the horrible things she had done in her father’s absence, Sofia was overdue for a nasty surprise. Still, she was also very capable of handling her own fights to an extent. As an excellent marksman with a gun at her sides at all times and a combat knife stored in the holster of her knee-high boots – Sofia could be deadly.

She nodded, starring at the contents of her drink which was now half-devoured. “And this is why you are so valuable to me.” Sofia stated bluntly, reaching toward the drink once more. “Though for now, I feel as I have too many as it is.” Affairs, that was. Sofia in her right mind would never be so vocal about such actions, but the whiskey was beginning to quickly catch up. Still, the comment was obscure and could mean a handful of things. Then again, who was to say that Catwoman herself didn’t already know about Sofia’s side relationships? Who really cared? It was only what she did with such information that could bother Sofia.

Sofia looked around the bar, still obviously frustrated with the cobwebs to the point where she might have considered ordering one of the employees that cowered down stairs to clean them. However, their conversation was one to be enjoyed in private and she wouldn’t take that rare privacy away. “Or I could close this off, host some kind of ring of sorts. Have this section only be for serious buyers.” She thought about it some more, the mention of her dearest daddy deepening her scowl.

But – there was Italy. The word alone causing her to lighten up slightly as a sigh fell from her lips. Selina’s jesting caused Sofia’s unique cackle to fly from her lips as she slammed her hand down on the bar, “If I hadn’t drank so much I might have had an equally witty comeback. Cheers to you.” She lifted her half-empty glass as she once to her dark lips.

Though the rare urge to laugh returned when she mentioned the clown, Sofia merely smiled instead. “He’s a fool – a complete joke. Next time you see him be sure to complement the new additions to his scars.” The Falcone had left a very notable make by stomping the spike of her high-heeled boot onto his face. She could hardly make out any of the foolish white paint through all the blood by the time she was finished with him. “I just wanted to make sure that every time he looked in the mirror he thought of me.” She stated sinisterly. However, the Joker didn’t nearly have it as bad as her ex-boyfriends. At least he could live to tell the tale.


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[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Laughing over the rim of her glass, Selina's eyes closed in glee much like a feline's would. "Oh, you are entirely sure of that?" She'd tease, more than well aware the woman knew her true identity. For a good price, Selina would help most out. A pretty, business-minded woman? Even better of a chance. It was a pity that some women chose to tear eachother down, instead of bolstering and building eachother up. Such a pity.

"Sometimes it does benefit to have sources outside the family. It does get competitive and all that. And having a fellow woman on your side can be an ace in the pocket, I've heard." Sophia was in a foul mood, Selina could tell. She was either irritated at her fiance, a lover, or her father. Probably her father. And her lovers as well. She'd been causing quite a bit of a ruckus as of late, so no doubt she needed a trusting, compassionate ear to vent to.

"Why not both? Make it pay to play up here, and launder the money as well. There is no reason you need to exclude one idea from the other."

Raising her glass to clink, she nodded to the statement. "If you were able to do that, you are far more dangerous than I give you credit for. The man is insane, if you can even call him a man anymore, or even insane. It seems his brand of crazy is something far, far more potent than crazy. And you, you lived through him." Selina had heard rumors of the incident, but hearing it straight from the mouth of Sofia was entirely different.

"Let me know when we can go to Italy. We can sunbathe with cabana boys at our every whim. Escape this gloomy, dark city and bask in sunshine with the sweetest wine and sights to see." Teasing again, she turned in her seat, leaning an elbow on the bar.

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Sofia continued to shake her finger with a cackle. How could she be sure Selina was sneaky? Hah! Let’s just say she was more than glad to have the woman in her arsenal rather than against her. She was talented in her less than reputable traits and had a slight of hand that could fool the young heiress sober. “Let’s just call it a hunch.” She teased back, swirling the contents of her drink. Selina was a true wildcard, which worried Sofia slightly. Though Sofia agreed that anyone with a pulse had a price, she knew that could just as easily work against her.

“You’ve heard correct.” Finishing off her drink, she popped the cherry into her mouth and sighed. She needed to let the alcohol settle or she would become a blacked-out mess within the hour. “To think, this is how I am spending my Friday evening. What happened to this city?” The brunette complained, eyeing the bottle of whiskey that Selina had used to prepare their drinks.

The idea of a new addition to business was something that she could easily put in the works. Nodding at Selina’s input, she couldn’t help but shrug. “That’s not such a bad idea. I just don’t want too much heat in one area….goodness knows anything I touch catches on fire as it is.” Recently anyway, trouble did seem to follow her wherever she went. When she would feel on top of the world in one moment, within the hour it seemed as though something was foiled.

“Fuck dangerous, I’m deadly.” She said with a roaring spurt of laughter, the sudden good mood most certainly caused by the booze. “And now that my father is back, he’s working out a deal with the clown to smooth it all over. No consequences, no retaliation and only a few casualties.” Her laughter died off. “It’s almost disappointing. I was so looking forward to killing him for good.” Then again, there was always room for the opportunity. She could easily paint an elaborate story about how the man attacked her – forcing her to take matters into her own hand. Then again, she didn’t want the death to be simplistic…she wanted to plan it personally. “Everyone acts like he is such a horror, but he’s pathetic truly.” The woman boasted as if living to survive an encounter and coming on top was a great achievement.

Sofia stood up, adjusting her top to insure the unusually styled item was covering what it need to. Heading behind the bar while avoiding the broken glass that decorated the floor, she began to sift through the bottles for something that suited her. “Oh that sounds marvelous. We must go before my wedding. We’re shooting for this winter after the holidays. Hell, I should probably hire a planner sometime soon.”


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[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Sipping her drink as the highly inebriated Mafiosa spoke, Selina nodded here and there. If she really had a choice of going up against Sofia Falcone, and the Joker, she was having a rather difficult time deciding, considering the state of mind Sofia was in.

"Mmm. I am betting you have had more than your share of confirming these hunches." She teased the other woman. It was good to have friends in powerful positions, and even though some of their 'friends' overlapped, it was a nice sort of deal they had going on. Sofia was a bit more in the public eye, while Selina worked muchly in the shadows.

"There are worse ways to spending a Friday night. A boring date, perhaps locked up in Blackgate or in Arkham Asylum. Then again, from what I've heard from the current clientele, it's been rather lively there." She winked, then downed the rest of her own drink in one swallow. Hooking her heels into a rung of her own stool, she reached over the bar to grab another bottle, and double fisted, mixed another drink right into her glass.

As Sofia longingly gazed at the Whiskey bottle Selina now held, she upturned both and re-filled Sofia's glass as well. "Deadly is a term most women should have in their description. Too few are able to fully realize themselves, or even take action to be worthy of the title!" Since when did this become so ...introspective? Perhaps being in like company as well as the alcohol added to such thoughts.

Instead of mentioning anything more on the Joker, Selina only turned her attention to her drink, shifting to face Sofia once her upcoming nuptials were mentioned.

"Then we must get planning on both accounts! And do, tell me more about this wedding. I married in France, years ago." She ruefully held up her left hand to show it's void of jewelry. "You can see how well that panned out. I can only hope your own wedding is more fruitful, and lasts longer than my own."

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Sophia couldn’t help but laugh when she mentioned spending an evening locked away. In fact, the horrid heiress even snorted in in the process, finishing by pounding her flat hand on the bar top. “Of course, but I would never have to worry about such things. The longest I’ve spent in one of those horrid cages is an hour before my lawyer works his magic.” Well, lawyers. But it wasn’t like she could keep any of them straight. Despite the endless fines she had paid to the city that were all crimes that streamed from her aggression, she had yet to be imprisoned by the justice system. However, if there was anyone who deserved to be locked behind bars – it was Sofia. Still, she was amused by the shift in conversation. She rose her glass to toast once more, “To the incarcerated idiots who couldn’t keep up.”

She watched as Selina prepared another drink in record time. “So talented, my friend. Were you a bartender during a period of your life or is it nothing more than a hobby?” She staggered toward the dart board. She grabbed a handful of darts and launched one at the opposite wall, as if it hadn’t been minutes between the last things she had destroyed. Sofia was certainly in a mood this evening, but the company was improving it significantly.

With a sigh, she threw another dart. “I’ve never been too good at planning events. I just want a dress that hugs my curves and shows off a fair amount of my tits.” She replied bluntly, taking all the remaining darts in her hand and chucking them in no direction in particular. “I didn’t know you were married. What was the fool’s name?” Sofia teased, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. It was hard to think of herself married. Sofia Gigante. It just didn’t sound natural after being a notorious Falcone her entire life.

“It doesn’t matter how fruitful it is, I don’t really have much of a choice. This wedding is one of my father’s business arrangements much like everything else. Uniting our families for his own personal gain. Strategic as always.” Once again ever-so blunt, she moved to retrieve her darts and stopped halfway when she remembered the variety of men simply standing around. “Pick those up.” She ordered to the nearest one and sauntered back toward the bar to find her drink.


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[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Would she ever marry for money? Probably not. She had enough of her own at this point. The real question was would she marry again? Nose crinkling at that thought, she had to laugh at Sofia. The woman was one who thought little of what she did before her next want hit her. And if that want landed her in jail? She had people to cater to her every wish and whim, and purposefully. Selina hated to think of what would happen to someone that ever said 'No.' to the woman. She wasn't only vivascous with a touch of the crazy, but crime boss as well.

"Not a bartender, but when you're courted for the better part of five years to a man raised on the dirt of his family's vineyard, you do pick up a few trade secrets, you know." With a coy wink, Selina raised her refilled glass to Sofia, pointedly ignoring the inquiry into her ex's name. What was the past, would stay there. She'd gone through the trouble to put an ocean's worth of distance between him and his temper, and she'd like it to stay that way. If Ms. Falcone didn't like the response, well, Selina would just need to deal with her.

Toast after toast, drink after drink Selina would raise her glass, laughing after some, somber after the others. To think what it would be like to be trapped in a cage, behind bars, all for some stupid reason. She didn't pity those that got caught, or didn't have the money for a good lawyer. Not. At. All. Turning in her seat to watch Sofia amble about in those heels, toying with projectiles, she had to wonder how Sofia would do with Harley. Both had such a sense of wonder about the world and it's joys, with little thought to the aftereffects.

"Sofia, I know this woman. Why don't we make an appointment later this week to find such a dress?" Motioning with her free hand to the woman's figure, she nodded. "It wouldn't be that hard to find you a dress like you describe. And hell, she'll probably know a good planner. When money is no issue, things should go smoothly." And it was true. Most of the parties, or the scuttle she'd heard at events, had to do with money. Mostly the lack thereof, and how corners had to be cut, or funds found to achieve the proper effect that someone wanted for this wedding, or that gala, or this party.

"Is there someone you do love? I can't fathom the depths of business your family does...but can you maybe, learn to love the man? Or is this a purely business transaction?" It just sounded like a shit deal to her, one way or the other.