capeandcowllogs | In the jungle

WHO: Cat(man) and Cat(woman)
WHERE: Selina's jungle warehouse
WHEN: Thursday
SUMMARY: Selina's chilling with her leopard and Blake stumbles across them
WARNINGS: Probably not
FORMAT: Whatev!

Let it not be said that Selina Kyle couldn't learn. She'd seen the aftermath of a pissed-off anthropomorphic representation of Desire. So when someone calling herself Aphrodite claimed responsibility for people making out with mailboxes, Selina wisely refrained from making a smartass comment, as was her initial impulse. After all, things were working with Bruce. Almost freakishly well. To the point where she was almost waiting for the other shoe to drop. She didn't want that other shoe to be an irate love goddess.

Hell, she hoped Bruce hadn't cooked dinner because of Aphrodite's influence.

So Selina kept quiet (for her) and decided to spend some quality time with Ramus, away from the mailbox molesters. The jungle warehouse was fairly warm with the heating system she'd installed in the fall (Ivy would kill her if any of the trees died) and she'd replaced the chair Creed had trashed with a comfy wooden lounger that would have looked more appropriate in a country club garden than a rainforest.

In any case, it wasn't long before Selina dozed off, Ramus sprawled out watchfully nearby.

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It’s been a few days since the Waller thing, and there’s little really motivating Thomas to do anything but to curl up into a depressing ball and watch reruns of Meercat Manor, because there’s something incredibly soul-crushing by being mentally beaten down by a woman whose only ability beforehand was to rock a skirt suit. Still, the motivation to not be a useless damp cloth is there, so he takes the initiative to do… well, do something.

He’s settled for breaking into each of the abandoned warehouses in the shitty neighborhood he lives in, in the hopes of finding, he doesn’t know, drug dens? He’s not planning to be all vigilante on them, just to beat on them for like, totally no reason. Not vigilantism at all.

It is a little surprising that a randomly selected building, one with a few stubborn vines of ivy still clinging to its walls but still otherwise unsuspicious, is basically a giant 'who had the time to do something like this' greenhouse. He’s always been a savannah type of guy, but he’d be damned if he didn’t enjoy the sight of vibrant green—artificial as it may be—as a reprieve from the usual grey-and-brown of the City. It'd be out of his nature not to explore. Hell, his title even points to his curiosity.

He isn't, however, curious enough to confront the napping Selina (and the vigilant leopard beside her, but he's not especially afraid of any cat) which he unexpectedly spots as he peeks from the thick foliage into the small clearing. His head bows as he takes a few cautious steps back, intent on leaving the scene without as much disturbance as possible, where his foot snaps a conveniently-placed twig.

“Damn.”

The sounds doesn't wake Selina; she's sleeping too deep for that. But the leopard is alert enough to notice. His little warning rumble doesn't make her stir either, so he pulls himself to feet and pads over, nose pressing into her hand.

Odd behavior for a wild animal.

She finally stirs awake, glancing at Ramus a bit blearily. He looks into the jungle in Blake's direction. She does too, although apparently not entirely sure what's going on.

"Hello?"

There is a moment where Thomas is split between booking it―not, he realizes, probably a good idea due to the perfectly healthy leopard―or just swallowing his pride and revealing himself.

Naturally, he takes the second option, because awkwardly talking his way out from Selina's gaze is better than having a undiscriminating cat dig some teeth into his haunch before he can do his usual "I'm one of you" thing.

"Sorry," he hurriedly grumbles as he steps out of the protection of the trees, adding: "I shouldn't be here."

"Blake?" Selina's clearly surprised at her guest. And maybe it's in part because she just woke up, but it shows on her face.

But her features smooth out quickly. "It's... fine. As long as you're not here after me or Ramus." She strokes the leopard's head. That seems to calm him, although he does keep his gaze focused on Thomas. "How did you find us?"

"I wasn't looking." The words settle as awkwardly as he's feeling, and he feels as if he needs to clarify. "I just... wandered on in." Smooth, Thomas. That totally excuses the need to break into random buildings left-and-right.

"Did you grow all of this?" he gestures around the warehouse, obviously impressed. "Must have taken a hell lot of time."

"Right." Hell, he's lived in Africa for a while, right? Maybe the Porter gave him the ability to sniff out wilderness spots. She wasn't going to ask.

She did smile a bit at his question. "Poison Ivy did it for me. Took her a few hours. Instant jungle cat habitat."

And then she'd moved it all for Selina after the attempt on her life. But she wasn't in the mood to talk about that.

Oh, thank whomever that she didn't need to ask any more questions about his wandering-habits. He's not exactly sure how he'd explain it.

Thomas' never been that into Gotham politics, so he's a little bit inquisitive. "Do you two still get along?"

"Depends on the day, I suppose." Selina still hadn't forgotten about Ivy's little interrogation.

Ramus had apparently decided their guest wasn't a threat. He padded over to take a sniff.

Taking a knee as Ramus approaches, Thomas offers out his hand for the feline to examine. Leopards aren't exactly the social creatures that he's fond of, but hey, cat's a cat. He's immediately struck a bit fond of the fellow.

"Does he have a name?" he asks, staying otherwise as still as possible until he's absolutely sure that he's on his good side.

Selina isn't very discerning when it comes to cats. She likes them all, and she's grown particularly close to this guy. And she's pretty sure she's not imagining how much more linked to her he seems after Aslan's visit.

"Ramus. Not really sure who gave it to him." Her smile fades a bit. "He was a rescue. Raised in a lab."

"He seems to be well-adjusted all the same," Thomas muses. His face casts a little downward, after a small pause. "A shame. He probably wouldn't be able to last in the wild."

Pulling his arm carefully away from Ramus, he lifts up, shuffling a little in place. There is something just a little bit, well, awkward about breaking into a place of someone you know. "So. How's life been treating you?"

Ramus stays close by him, more investigative than defensive. Selina smiles at the scene, although it's a bit sad. "He only just got his fangs and claws back a while ago. And I had to promise he could stay with me for that."

She shrugs at the question. "Not bad, really. And you?" A little B&E doesn't bother her that much, especially when it doesn't seem intentional.

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