Chapter 5-A Rowdy Cat!

Chapter 5

Selina Kyle

The first time she had seen Thomas she had thought him to be a scrawny, little spoiled kid. He was quiet and seemed rather aloof, and at first seeme nothing special.

There were many masks and faces of Thomas Wayne. There was the playful billionaire who drove fancy cars, there was the eccentric entrepreneur who was said to be the biggest rising star of the next generation, and then there was the kind-hearted philanthropist whose altruism had saved thousands of lives, much like her own and her sisters.

Yet there was another side, and it was the one he had adopted as he sat in front of her reading the latest piece of information she had just brought him. His eyes had none of his usual spark, and the ever-present smile on his face was nowhere to be seen as he read through the latest actions of the various crime families of Gotham City.

"Falcone has ordered a hit on me," he spoke with a raised brow, and she nodded.

"Yes, he has," she replied, and if it was up to her, she would have ripped the man and his whole family apart with her bare hands for this, yet she knew she couldn't. Not yet, at the very least, for Falcone was not moving alone this time. There was someone behind him, someone far more dangerous.

Yet she scanned his expression and saw no surprise or worry on his face, and her eyes narrowed.

"You expected this," she reasoned as she sat there on the bed in his private room atop the Wayne Tower, and he nodded.

"I did. After all, my charities and other efforts have affected his empire the most. I have lowered his influence in the courts and in the Police department, and with that, he is bleeding cash and losing men at an abnormally fast pace," he replied, seemingly nonchalant about the fact that the city's biggest mob boss had just made a call for his head.

"It's a ten million dollars for your head, Thomas. A lot of people will be interested in making that kind of money," she said, a bit of worry creeping into her voice.

He looked at her. The green color of his eyes appeared much more vibrant without his glasses.

"Are you interested in that kind of money?" he said with a smile, and she raised a brow.

"It is not a small amount of money," she said as she got off her bed and began to walk up to him. He still wore the suit from earlier in the day, the one he had worn to the meeting, a meeting in which she had acted as his secretary.

"Ohh, then should I be worried for my life," he joked, and she saw through the mask of non-challance and foolery. He was young, too young to fool her.

She moved forward, one-foot infront of another before she reached infront of him and sat down in his lap, straddling him in the chair. Their faces were infront of each other, and she could feel his pounding heart as she looked him in the eye.

"I could kill him, you know," and Gods did she want to. Gotham would be a much better place without men like Falcone.

He smiled forlornly as she felt his arms wrap themselves around her.

"I cannot ask you to do that," he said, and he wouldn't have to. She would do it herself in the blink of an eye. Without any remorse. Yet she wouldn't. She had promised him. After all, if it wasn't for her, she would never have been able to escape the hell she had found herself in.

"We cannot become animals, Selina, for otherwise, what would separate me from a man like Falcone," he said, and she gritted her teeth as she held his face in her hands.

"I can give you a hundred reasons right now," she said, though she already knew the answer.

Few understood the kind of power wielded by the young man sitting in front of her. The Waynes weren't just rich; they were royalty, and Thomas Wayne was the young Prince of that empire, an empire he was leading to even greater heights. The money and power he held in his hands were so substantial that he singlehandedly was forcing the whole mob to shrink, casually eating away at their resources.

When she had first met him, she had thought that he would be another rich, spoiled brat, the young Wayne heir, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Yet that misconception had been broken the first time she had glanced into his eyes and had realized how the young heir was wearing several masks. Masks just like her.

And then it had become a tradition for her, for both of her. She would often spy on him, watch him dancing away at those fancy events, giving speeches, his masks ever-changing, showing the world whatever they wanted to see.

Until tragedy struck one day, and she found herself tangled with the worst of the city, her time of crime having caught up with her. Yet she wouldn't have minded the death, yet those scum chose to target her sister and had broken half the bones in her body as a message for her. Selina had wobbled to the hospital, begging them for help, begging them to save her sister.

Yet she needed money, money she didn't have. And so, just as she had resolved herself to go back to him. A young boy had walked into the hospital, the same boy she had been stalking for the past five years at this point, and sat himself down by her side.

"I was wondering why my little stalker didn't show up for a couple of days," he had said with a smile, and for some reason, she let herself go as he wrapped his arms around her, and burst into tears.

And so had become her new life, a better life, with a promise from him and one from her.

The Cat burglar, which had the Gotham elites quaking in their homes, would never steal again. Yet she would still go out and do her own part as the boy kept his promise and tried to change the city that had become infested with crime.

And even now, as the mob had ordered a literal hit on his head, he refused to budge and shook his head as he answered her question.

"No, Selina. I will not have you bloody your hands. Falcone's days are numbered. He will have his due soon," he replied, and her lips thinned as she tore herself away from him and shook her head.

"He wants to kill you, and it's not just him. He is also got a backer," she told the idiotic young man, who didn't seem bothered by this.

"I will try to be careful," he replied, and she rolled her eyes as she pleaded to him.

"The city cannot lose you, Thomas. For the first time in my life, Gotham has some semblance of hope. Hope that had been lost ever since the death of your parents if anything were to happen to you…" and she didn't finish her sentence, and he walked up to her and held her by the shoulders. Without her heels, his head was a few inches above hers.

"I am not that easy to kill. You know that better than anyone," and she did. She had trained him herself, yet he was still flesh and blood. He could be shot or poisoned nonetheless.

"Why didn't you come to the supper? You know I wanted you to meet Alfred and Rachel," he said, and despite the warmth that spread in her body as he held her in his arms, she gulped and pushed himself out of his arms.

"I was busy," she made an excuse, and she saw that he knew she was lying. She would make the same excuse whenever he would ever invite her to meet his family, which mainly included that butler and that assistant DA.

She knew it was stupid of her to deny him. To deny herself, yet she felt that he deserved better than her. And so she clamped down in the warmth bubbling in her heart as she began to move towards the window. With the information she had given to him, she had already accomplished what she had come to do.

"Be careful, Selina, and tell Holly I said hi," he called from the back as she walked towards the window. She gave him a parting glance, not missing the way his eyes lingered on her form.

"I will," she said as she opened the window, and he chuckled.

"You do know you could always use the elevator," he said with a chuckle, and she smiled.

"But where is the fun in that, and jumped out of the window, a new plan already forming in her head as she literally crawled down the Wayne Tower using the special claws he had given to her.

Falcone was being backed by someone. Someone rather powerful. Perhaps she could look into who they were.

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