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 Master  Thief!!


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Be'lial Morningstar

And In Gotham

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My Story Is...



Selina Kyle was Born on a ElseWorld planet called Gemiriar where it was Ruled Under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were council members of.

A Fallen Seraph Angel named Ska Skinwalker, was instructed by Lucifer Morningstar to Kill Everyone and Bring there Daemons Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars to him. At first she targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. And all the children's familiar on Gemiriar were murdered during a Massive Green Storm, except for Kyle, who had escaped that Terrifying Ordeal But not without having some major changes that affected her. Her Daemon or Familiar was Altered and Trapped inside her but in feline form. As she was then brought to Earth, Specifically Gotham City, NJ before her 6TH Birthday. Then in her Adulthood when she met Michael, another Angel, he taught her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will, and learned it could change to any feline form. Also she possesses the gift of Astral projection.

Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupt and was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese.  Rex used to be Known as the Father of the Underground Mafia Prior to adopting Selina. But Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City.  Rex used Selina to Build his Empire back up slowly. he taught her the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to Owning Gotham City Once More. 

Rex saw her Special Abilities, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Guidance, Rex Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the 7 Bells Of Pick Pocketing Education. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable items such as Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to tell the difference between an something that is fake or genuine. Also she learned Computer Hacking, and Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal! 

But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she still defied him on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Mafia Father, once his Empire was taking shape again. Rex thought he didn't really need her anymore because she was too much trouble and not worth it! And she was then Forced to Work for Falcone as a Trade Off. But for what type of trade off, she never revealed. 

But by her 20th Birthday things changed again. And she was owned by Rex once more. But not long after that, Selina met a hitman named Chev Chelios who she paid to Kill Rex. And then became Free of Any Man, and changed her name from Selina to Kougar. As she took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman, Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today.

She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the Edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night. But she does have a Heart! Some Stolen Items have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! And she will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! But for certain Men of Power she absolutly Can't stand. She has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking.  So Be Warned.. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart.. 


  Her Personality isn't exactly the Warm, Fuzzy Friendly House Cat. She is has Dealt with an Ugly Life. She Trusts a Few And Hates So Many. But to those she does open up to and does Trust, she can be very loyal, and playful. She used to have a close Friendships with Tony Stark and Nikki Sixx. But sometimes Journeys split and friends go their separate ways. 



Kougar Kyle's life has been split to lead into two separate world Lives.

Canon 1. Nahar'u Kishori




In Gotham City -Split- Canon 2.

Single- But Possible Interest? 


 Kyle also has a Loving Companion by her side in Gotham City.

A Pet named Charlie! A Florida Red Panther.


   He Is Very Protective Of Kougar!


Catwoman-Aka-Kougar's Kyle's Abilities: Updated 8/9/2018

Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT, and can move in and out of Kougar's body freely. And can communicate with Kougar through telepathy if needed. It also can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small. As well as to giving her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body.  And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die.

Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.

Long Raven Hair Blue Gray Eyes that can Change Form Height 5'7 without the Boots And All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!!

Fun loving, and loyal to only a few. And distant, cold, and sarcastic to most. She loves to Flirt with Danger! And Adores All Animals. But Cats are what she is Most Gravitated Too.. I Wonder Why?

The High From Stealing, Coffee. The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one. And Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, & Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR are Her Favorite Things to Steal!!

~Secrets In General~

Her main penthouse is on the Eastside, but she has others. And she has one Bunker.

Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power to Control her. But Generally speaking she is One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Teenager. But she got her Revenge on him since then, and Claimed to of his Fingers.

In Kishori Kougar and John have a little boy named Kyle Skinwalker Tehrror.


Marguerite Tone, Irena Dubrovna-Miss LaPerm, Madame Moderne, K or Kat which is most often used.

Spicy Food, Flying, Guns, Certain People of her Past, Human Trafficking, Drugs, Slave Children Laborers, and Supernatural Wolves.. 


Bullwhip w/Kevlar To Reinforce Strength & Resist Cutting! Throwing Knives, Blinding Light Capsules, Boleadoras, Taser, Wrist Mounted Crossbow, Caltrops, Catarang And Other Devices Such As: Hacking Device, Sunglasses w/Headphone Blocker, Grappling Gun, Holographic Bracelet Device, High Pitch Frequency Device, Lock Pick tools, Sleeping Agent: Halothane. And Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle and a Purple Dodge Demon Charger. Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies!


Kitty Nights Burlesque - Open-Thursday To Sunday!! Come One, Come All!!

Grand Prospect Hall


Faithful Followers In The Biz To Catwoman! 













Bad Boys!

Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. 

Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering.

Specializes In Ancestry DNA - BioMetrics, Methylation, Genomic Imprinting 

And Womanizing! 

Robert Stanton - {FC-Brad Pitt} Democratic Municipal Councilman 

Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.

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Canon 1 . JM 9/11/12 Split Canon 2. Single

Character Abilites

~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.

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Fantasy, Violence, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Comedy, Action, Adventure

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(((I'm a 10 year Vet Rper.))) Cosplayer Models Currently Are: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, & Alexikens *Actress Pics Used Are: Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese* As Kyle Herself! And Various Pics are used in my Rp Stories! **Violence, Sex, Drugs is Acceptable due to Corruption IF the Story Takes That Direction.. But Writer Must Be Over 21. And have a Real Story. No Random Smut.** Don't kill my character. My character has a mate in a world called Kishori.. But She leads Other Lives, some say 9! And MAY choose another Love Interest in her World of Gotham. ~Feel free to Plot Ideas w/me. Past event Youth Rp is Welcomed and so is Script Style Rp,~ !!NOTE!! All Threads Will Be Saved. If the Rper Wishes to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email address will Not be given to anyone. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her, Please Respect That.

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  • The eerie sensation within the building was never aesthetic alone… although once upon a time it could have raised the hair on the back of his neck, Kei was all too used to it by now. The sensation of eyes watching. The drafts in the building. The miscellaneous sounds at night from the feline inhabitants. If any of the details had once made him jump, it was far too distant for that now. Yet not without choice words to the spirit’s occasional arrival through the walls. His eyes followed the black streak that moved within the theatre- on a mission. He knew it wasn’t an occupant, somehow. While any black cat could be any black cat, he knew not a single stray in the house with a demeanor quite like it.

    His gaze shifted back just as Kougar’s had, once he felt eyes upon him and the cat no longer held interest. “You like that? Got it from the old man.” Kei mused back in a muttered tone. The aggression was lacking where it had been prior, but that tongue of his hadn’t dulled for a second. It was a curse of its own. The concept of a filter was null, and whatever force it took to make him mind his words had to be a strong one. If there were an ounce of himself that wanted to credit the man? He thought it might as well have been just that.

    Oh… He didn’t like it. Not a single bit. It showed by the way piercing blues had shot open incredulously. The stare sobered to a gaze that was the only thing sharper than his tongue.  The moment it was cast toward her, it was evident a fuse had been lit. With each moment that passed, the shadows in the man’s face seemed to deepen. He was gritting his teeth together soon enough. It was a wonder he let her finish. Even as she quieted, he kept the scowl trained on her. Without taking a breath, once silence took over, the fuse reached its end.

    “Yeah… you think so? Why don’t you look around you? Just one more time.” Kei spat. His eyes went to the theatre seats within the audience, most dust covered, several were left in disrepair. “We’ll start here. There’s near forty strays that live in this building. They’ve either grown up here or they’ve made their own way in, but they were here well before either of us, and they’ll be here when you’re dead.” His head turned sharply back to the woman. His jawline tipped just a few degrees further to one side. “You know what ranks right next to demons on the list? Humans. They’re just as piss poor as the first in their own special way, I promise you. So you take ‘em to a shelter? Around here? and half of ‘em will be dead in a week. The other half get left in cells for the last parts of their lives or dumped on some college students that’ll have returned them in a month. Think about the things you’re pretending to be, why don’t you.”

    …Where did that come from? Spite? Anger? Was that a flash of fear even, in his eyes? He didn’t quite know himself, but a tightness in his chest and the tension in his jaw proved it was there. Finally- finally, Kei took a breath from the territorial-ness to think. A true one, filling his lungs and exhaling, giving a moment for his train of thought to catch up. “Buildings fall abandoned for a reason. The same reason I might’ve been human right now if I never walked in... You want to know more about this place..? Instead of telling you, how ‘bout I show you.” Kei then paused. Waiting for the queue on whether he’d raise from the floor for better, or for worst.

  • Happy Birthday, my dear friend! 

    You are such an amazing person, writer, and partner in crime for our stories. You inspire me every time we write and I can't think of another Cat I'd rather have by my side. 

    I hope you have a puurrrrrfect day. 

  • The look he gave her was one of bitter, reluctant defeat to it all. Anger stepped aside for it as he remained where he sat, for now. His fingers throbbed slightly, a plea for some attention towards it, but he wouldn’t bother His eyes followed the object in her hand- A whip! Of course, she has a whip, he thought sourly all the while. Kei exhaled a breath.

    From different surfaces within the theatre walls, to those that held any reflectiveness behind the dust in the old building, something was indeed watching. Something would pass along, following the feline for the most part where it fell as undetected. Sights of black waves of fabric, translucent to a grayish tint that showed the surrounding environment nebulously. A sorrowful, whisper of a whining sound may have been heard, in a fashion that could raise one’s hairs. They came and went as quietly as a breeze would, midst the rainfall outside. The rest of the rooms past the first few were left locked, or dull of interest. A makeshift kitchen, a bathroom that was rigged with running water; however he had managed that and kept it under the radar, once upon a time.

    Kei’s head cocked to the mentioning of weapons. Where the hell had that come from? So maybe she was there longer than he had thought; it was all he had to go on. He audibly snorted when she brought the gangs, the mafia- everyone short of the Pope into the scenario playing out in that pretty little head of hers. He took another slow breath. Steady, Kei.

    “Some people collect bottle caps.” He answered, raising a brow briefly before his expression relaxed again. “The gangs are scared of me.” He answered part one with confidence and experience. A smirk wasn’t missing from the picture to the sentiment. It lasted a mere second. “And I don’t fuck with the mafia. Don’t have the time to be dealing with their shit for the rest of my life.” Kei cleared his throat. Propping a bent leg up, his forearm rested on his knee. “And the spirit..? Well, she ain’t coming out tonight. Not while it’s raining, I don’t know why, but she never has. Listen and you might hear her goddamn carrying on in the walls...”

    His eyes were cast upward then, toward the balcony spaces that held shadows he had been hiding in not too long ago. Blue hues then landed on the woman- Kougar? Kyle? He’d go with the later in his head. “Let’s hear it, then. The hell are you doing here, tonight? What’s your deal?”

  • I apologize for the wait on my post.

    I'm graduating from high school next week, and things are stacking up. After Friday, I am free to do whatever I want. But until then, I'll have to wait to respond to you.

    I have begun working on the post, but only as much as I can. I'll try to get your response in by Friday.


  • The topic left his lips without concern for what they might do. The truth was the truth, and he wasn’t lying on behalf of what all the big-and-bad things of the world could do. He’d met a few of ‘em. He had scars to show. Things far viler than human horror stories could perceive and yet, they ran through his head as memory. They woke him up when he slept. The woman had the right idea to fear it. That’s where he thought it stopped.

    “You’re hearin’ me, then. Good, y’know I was starting to wonder there for a second.” Kei murmured bitterly. It was an agreement to the statement yet at the same time, tone of voice had always been the nails on standby for his coffin.

    The man made quick work in challenging the stare she cast him, the static that was given off by the energy that still lingered in the room. His movements were slow, yet they were of his own command. The way he did so, in disregard of the other’s presence, it was a telltale sign he had gotten away with it in the past.

    Not this time. Her movement toward the backpack caught his attention, not quick enough to see just what would be coming. The first snap of the whip was heard before it was felt. The crack of a sound filled a decent portion of the empty auditorium, followed by the man’s yell as the necklace was once more dropped upon the ground. “Shit-!?!” He howled. Even as the object dropped, his attention went to grasping a few fingers that had been holding onto it prior. [Broken? Not broken?] He didn’t have time to think before she was raising the damned thing over her head again. He dropped to the side from his crouched position in order to dodge the lash of the second strike, eventually finding a reluctant seat back on the stage. “I’m sitting! I’m fucking sitting! Take it easy, dammit!”  He shot back to her, as quick as the words could get out. Leaning forward, his forearms propped on top of bent knees, hands kept in sight, should she raise the whip again. The necklace was supervised where it lay, but no approach was made for it. He’d gone through enough hell over it for the time being.

    He watched the whip raise, an inevitable flinch as it snapped in the air. The question of ‘what and why’ hung in the air for a moment as he chose his words. None suited the situation to his liking, but as it seemed, not answering wasn’t an option. “You’re looking at ‘em.” The demand was still met with a firm stare, a scowl of an expression. “You search this building, you’re gonna find half the strays on this side of the city, and anything I brought in with me… and a ghost that has the ability to turn man to demon- those things you’re so worried about.” His voice had lowered.


    He held true to his words, in some regards. The scents and sights of the cats that dwelled in the space were evidence of it. Hints of cat food left abandoned, places where dust had been swept away, they told the story of just why they might have chosen the theatre for themselves. As the feline entered the back hallway of the building, the scents changed vastly.

    For one, Kei himself. A nondescript room came as the first in the space. Secondly, the further back one went, those acute senses were bound to pick up gunpowder. Other volatiles similar. Under one door, boxes were stacked within the room, yet the butt of a rifle was visible near the back of the space.

    If the stray were to catch sight of a reflective surface along the way… old frames of past shows in the abandoned space, gaps in the boarded-up windows, even the glass of the mirrors within one of the empty rooms that still housed furniture. Something would pass. Translucent, whisp-like. A presence nonetheless where the glow of eyes and the sensation of being watched was felt. The figure was hard to make out and seemingly gone within the next passing second.


    The tension was real. Just about as real as the face that was staring her down now, eye contact half the mystery it had been, and it was unavoidable with the way blue hues seemed to demand it, right about then. A scowl could have been considered his resting face, but this one was a bit too intense for just that.

    Her answer came. Was he going to get a boot to the head, maybe a stray bullet she’d missed out on? Instead, it was her words. Surprising even to him, an abrupt snort of a laugh escaped as she shot it back at him. “Yeah?” He challenged, but it went nowhere further than that. The necklace remained in the palm of his hand, which grasped it tightly in a fist for the time being.

    It was a miracle. A damn miracle the man didn’t open his mouth when she spoke. Another ounce of calmness added seemed to do him wonders, chewing on her words as they came, his expression pleading to interrupt her, but all he could do was listen. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh at the whole damned romanticized picture she had set in front of him. He wouldn’t. Not when he knew she wasn’t entirely wrong. Kei gave her a long, hard stare. His head tipped to the side, a ghost of a smirk present.

    “Others were humans cast down to Hell. They clawed and dragged their way up from the bottom, through the disease and the filth, climbing over anybody that was in their way. They’re molded into demons and by the time they get to their feet, they might’ve not remembered they were human at all.” The man spoke as if it came out of a romance novel, rather than lips that were now turned to a frown. “Some are born of negative energy entirely, you ain’t wrong. Negative energy attracts ‘em more than anything, though. The guy next to you at the bus stop, the woman across the street? Something could be crawling under their skin and you wouldn’t know any different. Not until its out to get under yours.” He certainlywasn’t out to make her skin crawl.

    The corner of his mouth gave a twitch. The frown broke loose to a smirk at an alarming rate, coming from the topic they had. It was onto him, now. “Sweetheart, the very blackest.” He answered just as smoothly as he could muster, a tinge of mocking-ness to his words. “Black enough to piss off a restless spirit. Don’t think I didn’t pay for it.” The next moment, he was brazen enough to start rising to his feet. His did so steadily. With no guns in hand, his life left off the line, he had nothing but a possible black eye to wager in his mind. “Frankly, I don’t care what you want to believe,” Kei stated as he hoisted himself up, brushing off the sleeves of the hooded jacket he wore.  “Take it, or leave it… it is what it is. You can call it what you want, but I sure as Hell wasn’t born this way. I didn’t come crawling out from the flames, either.”

    “And what about you, then? I think I’d remember seeing a purple cat runnin’ around these streets.”

  • The phrase was only too simple for the man, in the meanwhile. It was a coming to terms, it was acceptance of what was plainly written across his face in scarred bone. It was his best guess. Humans couldn’t do what he could. Humans couldn’t survive what he could. Now? She was looking at him with a face he’d expect, although not at first. A look of rage rather than fear. It posed the same questions as when she had waltzed into the theatre without startling to his presence. It posed some of the same concerns and dangers as well.

    He wasn’t a mind reader, but he could read posture. The tension that went through her body, in turn making him on edge himself. What he could see of her face was twisted into a look of spite that spelled trouble. He didn’t know quite what, yet, or what he might be able to do about it. As the gun raised, his attention flickered back to it. The necklace came second. To the odd glint in her eyes, his ears turned backward.

    Before he had time to truly question why her eyes were on the item dangling from her fingers, it was thrown into the air. To the first couple shots that were sent into the air, Kei flinched. He wholeheartedly expected to feel the force of a bullet’s entry, yet… he caught on soon enough.

    “DAMMIT WHAT ARE YOU-!?” His bitter voice hissed out, shells falling to the concrete with each one shot, but it was short lived with the shots he had already taken, and those unloaded into the roof of the vacant building. The final heavy thud was the gun being tossed aside, over the ledge of the stage area where it sat as empty. A heavy energy filled the space that could put a pit in one’s stomach, wafting off the demon in waves… he was none too happy.

    The gun’s barrel was pointed to him once more, knowing not what to expect until the necklace was once more tossed skyward. "God-fucking-dammit!?" Kei snapped as the object was thrown up a second time. For a brief moment, he was forced to remind himself of what it was. An object. If only the rationale worked so well on that short-fused mind of his.


    Silence persisted, if allowed, where he did little other than stare at her.

    A deep exhale left his chest, and as it had done so, his right arm raised to lace his fingers through his dark hair. He swept it back in a slow, yet deliberate manner. His eyes shut. Little by little, scarred bone among other uncommon features were losing their grasp on his appearance, leaving in the form of a blackened dust that withered away to meet with the theatre's own shadow. Particle by particle.

    What was left behind was a face perhaps less unsettling than the last. The man had sharp features; a strong jaw line was tightened as his teeth clenched at the display he had just witnessed. Stubble lingered on his face, furthering the shadows on his presence in the theatre's atmosphere. A stern brow was furrowed to something of distaste that matched the words that had come out of his mouth prior. Finally, crystalline blue hues were staring back at her wide open- but damn near accusing. They then flickered to the item in his lap that had been tossed, picking up the necklace by the chain, inspecting it momentarily before casting a hard stare towards her.


    "...You're a piss poor shot." Kei exclaimed. His voice had lost its raspiness, settling on a deep, smooth tone. He'd keep his words calm, right about then. They were spoken through teeth tightly clenched together, but calm. Begrudgingly so; he still wanted nothing more than to make the goddamned things sting to the best of his ability. It showed on his face along with something of a questioning look.

  • Just as soon as he’d snorted to the names given, he could have felt the static he was getting from the woman. He remained ready to be hit when the time inevitably would come, expecting the cocking back of a firearm at the very worst. Until then he had given her patience one prod after the other. Kei wondered just how many jabs at it he had left.

    When she said nothing, however, he had nothing else to look at but the black cat that seemed unfazed by the ordeal. He was used to that. Cats concerned themselves with whatever they wanted to. It took either a metric ton of motivation or an ounce of curiosity to get them to move.

    Waiting silently, she was weighing her options just as much as he. His own were… well, slim. Some could get him injured or killed, and few got him out of the situation he’d found himself in. While the silence went on he listened to the rain outside the theatre that showed little signs of letting up. Soon enough, the pressure on his back released. He felt her step back. None too long after, figuring whether it was a trap of sorts or not, Kei slid his feet back underneath him and sat up until he was on his knees.

    Promptly, he left himself fall onto his rear. His legs half-crossed lazily, one knee propped up where a forearm would be sat atop it. Whatever would be spoken out of those ‘twenty questions’, he was getting himself comfortable for it. Hollow sockets remained pointed in her direction. Eye contact was something felt rather than seen as pits of dark set their attention upon her, his head cocked ever so slightly.

    “I’m a demon.” He put simply. Alongside the statement was a flick of a tail absently. “Call it a curse, to be exact… If you’ve got any other hints for me about it, then be my guest. That’s all I’ve got.” He put simply. That raspy tone was hardly hospitable, but not snapping was a start. “A helluva lot of cats if you haven’t noticed.” …so much for not snapping. “There’s a ghost in the walls, and she’s listenin’ as we speak, I don’t doubt it. You should be happy she didn’t come out and join us.” Kei’s words ended bitterly, directed to the invisible presence.

    “And what about you, Kougar was it? Couldn’t find somewhere else to go in the rain tonight?”

  • *The searches they tried to use didn’t pull up anything on any of them, facial recognition provided information on them, their names and such, but nothing that was of use.  They went to a lot of trouble to hide what they were up to and who they worked for, but the alpha male, if she had looked closer, she would have recognized him, it was Tony Malficini, Beritti’s right hand man, and if he was back, that meant that Beritti couldn’t be far behind. 

    After they left the club the cars they all drove in with all went their separate ways,  a few went to some houses in the suburbs and the others, well the night was still young they headed for the casinos, to see if they can win some money and drink the rest of the night away.  Malficini, well he disappeared off the radar the minute he walked outside, he covered his tracks well, and there was no telling where he went or with whom he was meeting.  The other men, that went to the casino, well if they were brought in for any type of questioning, they wouldn’t know anything, they were the hired guns, and were kept in the dark.  They were paid quite handsomely and never asked questions, their loyalty to Malficini and the boss above him was unwavering.

    But also that night Batman was busy himself, during the day he had managed to get the rest of the board members to agree to go into police custody and not show their faces until this new threat was taken care of, they still held their meeting with the Mayor, but no in undisclosed places, which meant for now they were safe.

    So with the board members under “House” arrest, Batman went back out into the night doing what he did best, rattling the cages of the underworld, making stops at his usual haunts, asking questions, and getting answers anyway he could.  If it meant throwing someone through a window, then so be it, dropping them off a city rooftop, no problem, as long as he got his answer.  But tonight was not bringing him any news he wanted to hear, there was no chatter, and had he known what went on at her club that night, he would have been there to question Malficini personally, yes he knew that Irena and Kyle were the same person, but he didn’t have to let he know that, not yet.  So he continued his interrogations throughout the night, waiting to get a break*

  • *Once outside the club, Tony called the boss, and let them know how everything went, knowing full well she wouldn’t accept their offer, Tony motioned for his men to get in their cars and drive off.  Tonight was just a friendly way of him showing that this new boss was in town and that they meant business.  While he was on the phone, the boss told him to just leave, and they would be back later in the week to see what her answer would be, but they already knew what it would be, so things would just need to be played differently.

    He got in his car, glanced back towards the club one last time and drove off. 

    Any look ups of their plates and facial recognition won’t show much.  The plates would be registered to a conglomerate, with ties to the city, the facial recognition would not show anything that they wouldn’t want to be shown, Tony Malficini, the right hand man to Beritti, the rest of the men, just two bit hoods with a license to kill, every one of them has a rap sheet a mile long, and they aren’t afraid of who looks into it.  If anything they want the people to know who and what they are, they are the second coming of the Restructuring of Gotham!!!!!*

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