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Lockers

Cats always landed on their feet. Selina Kyle was no different. She'd fallen on all fours out of the pod, coughing and choking, and disoriented. This wasn't any place she knew, she knew that right away. Maybe it wasn't even in Gotham- but she doubted that very much, given the sorts of people she glimpsed. Oh, and she did glimpse. She was good at blending in with the crowd, watching, never seen. And she did just that, rising to her feet, and keeping quiet as she watched and learned.

She learned there were showers, and she took one. She also learned there were lockers, and she found one, that had the same numbers as her tattoo, carved over a few scars she'd had since who-knows-when. All that was left was to get dressed and, she supposed, find the lifts, or whomever had brought her here. Get some information. Because there was really only so much you could learn without asking.

But god forbid she appeared green around these people. They'd be looking for weaknesses, and she wasn't going to show any. No fear, no emotions. Just Selina against The World, like it always was.]

Voice

[There were things you had to learn by asking. So, here was Selina doing just that: asking. She knew better than to put her face on a screen (like people didn't already want her) so she'll stick with using the voice option on this swanky phone-thing for now.]

People here know each other from back home. I'm sure no one here actually knows me. But I want to know if I know you: anyone here from Gotham? Big city in New Jersey? Kinda weird? Lemme know. I want to figure out who I'm dealing with.

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[do what you want! Write a starter! go team!]

Edited 2015-02-01 21:03 (UTC)

[ Holy cow. Dick knows that speech pattern, but the voice is... wrong. Too young. Robin bites his tongue, sets up private communication, and. Hesitates. ]

Um. I might have the wrong person, but ... do you happen to have an affinity for felines?

[da fuq kid?]

My name is Cat. [It's Selina, shut up, don't listen to her.] Do I know you?

[ Oh, where does he even START, Selina? ]

I doubt that, not yet. I, um, wasn't in Gotham until you were definitely older.

[ Small, tiny smirk, almost audible. ]

And you go by Catwoman.

Me? Older? [She's actually gesturing to herself, but you can't see. She's also looking at the phone-thing like you're insane. Which you probably are. Gotham.]

Nope, just Cat. Listen, kid, I really don't think you know me. If you're trying to get info out of me, it isn't gonna work. Just be straight with me.

Look, it's...

complicated. But I do know some things about you, and I'm not going to say them out loud, not even over a private call, but I don. But I'm not...

This place is weird, okay? There's Lucifer here, like, the devil. He started a fire in one of the common areas a few jumps back. Point is, on the one hand nobody's going to just come after you unless you do something noticeable. On the other hand, there are only, like, under two hundred people all told. It's going to be harder for things to go unnoticed. But things can go bad, anyway...

... my point being, be careful, Cat. And I'm Robin.

[Kid is weird. She doesn't like people warning her anyway. She's the one that warns people. Especially obnoxious billionaire brats.]

I know how to keep my nose clean, Robin. Stupid name, y'know. Your parents must have hated you. [Oh, Selina.]

You made three points, and none of them really apply to me.

Sorry, sorry. Kinda startled, is all. I mean, it's been just me, and now the last couple of jumps has brought other from Gotham, too. Including another version of me. Just putting it out there, this is not the big-city life that you're used to, is all.

[ And a small... pause. He doesn't quite sigh, but it's close. ]

They loved me a lot.

Another version of you. I get it, so this is a whackjob space asylum. And for for some reason, I've been dragged into it.

How would you even know what I'm used to? You don't know me. [Seriously. You don't.]

They named you Robin.

... if it were an asylum, it'd make more sense, but pretty much.

[ Robin snorts, but he's so amused. ] I do know Gotham. [ That much is true, and, well, you don't know him, Selina, but he does know you. Or a future you... ]

Please. As much as yours named you Cat.

[Alright. Kid isn't so bad.]

Got me there, Robin. If they didn't name you that, what's your real name?

[ He tries, okay? After all, Selina's generally a criminal, but one that would probably fit better with Barry's rogues than with Bruce's. She'll protect people, when she can. Or... well, she will, eventually. This age, Dick's not sure, but he's the one to keep faith in people. ]

Ha ha. It's not that easy. It doesn't matter, anyway. Tranquility has use for Robin, not the boy I am during daytime in Gotham.

[...Mind changed.]

What, you some superhero or something?

[ Oops? ]

Cape, mask, and everything.

But, usually, I work for Communications.

[...

...

...]

You're fucking with me.

Heh.

Wouldn't dream of it. [ That's a lie. ] But would you prefer it if I were?

I think you are.

Why else would you grab me to say you know a future version of me? Y'know what. Prove it? What's my name, kid?

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