I was wondering if you have any hcs for a jealous Selina Kyle? Thank you!
(gn reader please)
❝jealous!selina kyle❞
pairing: zoe kravitz!selina kyle x gn!reader.
cw: best friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, jealousy, possessive selina, she's a little toxica but she's too pretty to be mad at about it, author's taste in women is showing, knives, brief mention of childhood bullying.
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my god, do I ever
first of all, selina wants you to know that she is NOT the jealous type. how could she be? it wouldn't be... befitting of a woman who likes to stretch her legs and coil her tail ‘round whoever she pleases, whenever she pleases
as an orphan who has owned so little, she has evolved past jealousy, past watching the pretty girls with the happy families buy them everything they want
when she wants something, she takes it. and when it's hers? it's hers
so what's there to be jealous of? she gets everything she wants. and if someone tries to take her things... well. god forbid
you knew this, growing up with selina in the system. she had been in plenty of fights with the sniveling little boys who'd pull her hair and steal what little she could get her hands on
but what little she did have, she shared with you
you always felt a sense of pride at being the exception for selina, the only one she'd let get close
you were practically a part of her, joined at the hip everywhere you went. you didn't need to ask for she'd give you everything if she could
as you both got older, selina got faster
when those same sniveling boys would try to take her things, they'd wake up with pin needles in their boots or bleach in their soap bottles
they'd stopped messing with her pretty quick, but it also put selina in the hot seat with the wardens at the orphanage
by 13, selina was on the streets. she'd threatened you not to follow, told you she'd make a real life for herself, and it took all there was in you not to beg her to stay
but she'd sneak through the gates to see you in the courtyard, hiding and giggling in the tree branches together until the sun set
she'd walk you home from school and you'd share your leftover lunch with her (because it wasn't "worrying" about her if you ate too, it was just two friends shoveling cookies in each other's mouths and laughing all the way home)
by 16, selina was working at bars and nightclubs with fake IDs that promised she was 21
you told her how grown she looked in all that makeup and how she reminded you of those supermodels with their sultry bedroom eyes
and when all was quiet, she would sneak in through your dorm window and climb into bed with you, eyes still caked in glitter and lips still glossy red
and you couldn't help but get a little shy when she would kiss your cheek goodbye before sneaking out at sunrise
by 18, she had secured the keys to her first ever shitty apartment, and hadn't let you spend a day out in the real world before asking you to move in with her
and ever since, you have been selina kyle's one and only roommate
if you didn't count the cats
selina never really made it out of the club scene. she'd bounced from bar to bar and eventually landed at the iceberg lounge, her best-paying gig yet
but it also left you coming home right as she was leaving, only ever having the time to hug each other goodbye before you were forced to eat dinner alone
you'd always hoped that with you helping out on rent, selina could finally get a better job. somewhere sleazy dropheads weren't constantly trying to cop a feel
but she had her reasons, and she promised she’d never bring any of it back home to you
the extent of her nightlife, as far as she let you know, was her one little secret. you knew the lounge was teeming with unseemly types, and whatever happened behind closed doors wasn't exactly legal
and the other stuff—the things she did that covered the other half of her rent?—the less you knew, the better
what she did share were the dates
and selina dated. of COURSE she dated. she’d sometimes come home at 4 in the morning and you’d wake up, a light sleeper when she wasn't around, and she’d kick off her heels and slither into bed behind you and reprimand you for asking about her date when you’ve got to be up for work in 2 hours. but she’d tell you anyway, spinning hilarious webs about the strange people she let spend their dime on her
and you’d nod off in her arms as she sung you dreams of lobster takeout she made her date buy you in the fridge, promising to make you coffee before you headed off to work in the morning
and if you were to ask her the next day about her date, she’d blink and ask, “who?”
it really wasn’t a surprise to you how desired selina was
even in the orphanage, she'd been popular. you yourself had been entranced by her plenty of times before, and selina would tell you a million times how many street rats she'd had to turn down over the years because they got a little too attached
if you asked her if she’d ever commit to anyone tho, she'd just smile, “we both know you're the only one who can pin me down”
you didn't want to admit how often you'd imagined doing just that. and other things
you, on the other hand, have been in a constant struggle to hold down a real relationship
most of your prospective dates were kind, maybe a little awkward
but they also never went anywhere
you blamed it on the nature of gotham, a loveless city that made it hard to hold onto something sweet when the next minute was rarely guaranteed
you never came home from your dates with lobster or funny stories, just snuggling into selina’s open arms and swearing you didn't want to talk about it
you’d asked selina once, a little drunk on sadness, if you’d ever find someone to love you
and she’d taken your chin into her hand, forcing you to look her in the eyes, and told you very seriously, “I love you, and none of these bozos know what they’re missing out on.”
and then, quietly, when you had tucked your head back into her chest to hide the way her words had turned you to jelly, added on, “but I can’t say I hate having you all to myself.”
you hadn’t known then, but she really meant that
selina would continue to go on dates and bring you back gifts—things that were intended for her but she always insisted you have. it had weirded you out wearing the pretty bracelets and rings and more that her one-and-done dates would buy her, even more so when she would insist on you wearing them to work or on nights out on the town
but she always got this proud look in her eye when you would show off her gifts
borderline... hungry, even
god forbid if it was a piece of clothing, some piece she'd bought for you on a poor sap's black card during a shopping spree
she’d drape herself against the couch and command you to walk for her in your little living room, her hand brushing your thigh or waist as you pass her by, her eyes glinting as she would order you to twirl or pose or stand utterly still as her fingers drag up your silhouette to examine… something
or she’d come up behind you while you were washing dishes, her fingers plucking one of the rings she'd given you off the kitchen sink and admiring the little soap suds bubbling on the gem, murmuring something about how she should really get on top of dishes more often
or how she’d kiss your ear after climbing into your shared bed for the night, resting her hand on your hip where her fingers would just brush the waistband of your underwear
honestly, it was really hard to remember she wasn’t your girlfriend sometimes
after one too many internal what-are-we’s, you’d vowed to secure yourself an actual partner
and funnily enough, that was all it took
this date was smart, funny, a good listener, and definitely hadn’t killed anyone before
one uncertain date turned into two shaky dates turned into three hopeful dates turned into a month of steady dating
you could see the surprise in selina’s eye whenever you'd tell her that yes, you were going out again and yes, it was still the same person
but then she’d always wish you good luck, promise to break their knees if they broke your heart, and stand alone as you bolted off to see your new not-quite-something-just-yet
morning chats over coffee about the neighbors or the strays selina let wander in through the fire escape turned into "they're just so sweet" and "I really want you to meet them, selina" and "don't you have work in twenty?"
of course she'd grin and bear it when you talked about them. of course she'd pretend it didn't bother her, even if the cats would scamper away from her caress at the mention of your new... thing
you: and they’re really outdoorsy, they promised to take me on a picnic upstate whenever we got time off from work
selina: I bet you’d love that :) too bad your allergies are so sensitive :)) maybe I should take you on a rooftop picnic one day instead :)))
you're always going on and on about how she should meet them, but she never commits to a solid date
but she does want to know everything about them. not their interests or aspirations, but the things that even you wouldn't know
and although she’d never tell you this and you’d never find out, sometimes when you leave for those dates, she breaks into their place
it started out as a necessary precaution, something she told herself she had to do to protect you
there were sick people out there. selina knew that best
but god, if you found out, she wouldn't hear the end of it
it's that little part of her that she keeps secret from you. for your own good
and this too, snooping around your date's bedroom, was for your own good
checking their passport against a list of gcpd's most wanted was for your own good
staying up for you with her hand flicking their butterfly knife back and forth as you tumble through the front door, giggling and- she realizes then that you're not alone. they're here too
the two of you freeze in the front door where selina watches from the couch
"shoot, selina. I thought you had work tonight?"
she eyes you and your meek expression, then the equally bashful look on your date's face. she adores shy on you, adores it even more when she's the reason why, but them... "got off early. hope I'm not... interrupting"
but selina panics through all her bravado, imagines what would have happened had she not been here. would your date have coaxed you to the bedroom—your bedroom—and laid you down, kissed your neck where selina kissed you when she was feeling playful?
or would they have let you straddle them on the couch where selina sits now, windows wide open because they were just so smug that they were taking you from her so easily-
she clears her throat, shoves that thought away lest it get the better of her, and smiles
you look nervously between your date and selina, then very gently tell them that you'd probably have to rain check the rest of the night. you even insinuate to try their place next time, and selina imagines them kissing you on their sticky futon and... oh god, she's gonna lose it if she isn't careful
your date smiles and nods, shrinks back a little when selina rises abruptly to follow them out, and that's when your date notices the knife in her hand still being flicked between her fingers to the rhythm of her pounding heart
"oh, cool. I have a butterfly knife too! you're pretty handy with that." your date praises, sounding a little... shocked
selina smiles tighter, "yeah? you do?"
your date laughs nervously, "almost exactly the same, actually. I-I got it in college. I'm not as skilled as you, though. that one actually looks a lot like the one I have back at my place. that's such a... funny coincidence."
and it's really too much, but when selina thinks back on this moment, she will never truly forget the look in their eyes when she stabs the blade into the door frame right beside their head
if they weren't a little scared of her before, they were now
selina leans in and lets her hand drop from the hilt, "yeah, funny."
your date doesn't look at the knife, or selina, before wishing you a goodnight and bolting down the hallway
"selina, what the hell was that?"
"nothing! nothing. I was just... playing around. I didn't think they'd piss themselves."
you narrow your eyes at her, "you expect me to believe you didn't know what you were doing?"
"well, if they scare that easily, I'd rather them not be around you anyway"
"selina."
"I mean, come on, pet. I've looked after you since we were kids and you expect me to let just anybody come take you away from me?"
"...selina."
"and I don't care if you've found someone—I couldn't care less, really—but at the very least pick someone with some teeth-"
in her pacing, you catch selina by the wrist and cage her against the kitchen countertop just to force her to look at you, your voice dropping to whisper her name, "selina?"
and she just. cracks
her eyes are wet with frustration and she doesn't want you to see, doesn't want you to see her laid bare so suddenly because she'd always thought.... well, she'd always imagined that this would go a little smoother
dinner over candlelight, rented out restaurant just for the two of you, wine and feeding you expensive sweets and every ruby and emerald and pearl she'd ever bought adorning you. making you shine in her fantasies like a bright light blotting out that nasty little speedbump of a wimp you called your date-
she pushes her lips against yours to stop the spiral, and because you look so pretty that it hurts to look at you for too long and not kiss you
it's quick. a peck, really
she does it to quell the raging storm of desperation in her but when she pulls away and your lip is wet from her kiss, the desperation swells all over again
you look like you're trying to process all those years of friendship, "playful" kisses, touches that you weren't supposed to think twice about
"you... but you... all those dates..."
selina shakes her head, and somehow admitting who she's been every night since she was 13 is a lot less scary compared to her heart bursting in her chest, "did you really think... all those gifts were for me?"
everything did always fit just a little too perfectly on you
you melt into her, dropping your head on her shoulder with the weight of the truth and you feel her laugh and hold you close by the waist
you press your burning face into the crook of her neck, "I never thought... I mean, I'd always kind of hoped that you... that you might feel the same. I'd just assumed I wasn't your type."
you feel her nails glide up your spine, dragging up your neck and causing you to full-body shiver, "baby, you are the type"
"so, the dates weren't real?"
"a few were. not all of them"
"how'd you afford all that stuff, then? penguin can't pay that well"
selina's nails pause in their caressing of your neck
you peel back some, waiting for her reply
gently cupping your throat, selina smiles innocently, "you're into leather, right?"
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Incorrect batfam quotes as things I’ve heard as a college student that definitely fit them:
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Dick: Stop copying me!
Jason: StOp CoPyInG mE!
Dick: Oh my god you’re so annoying
Jason: oh my god you’re so annoying
Dick: I love you
Jason:
Dick: Say it bro
Jason: *booking it to the door*
Dick : SAY IT BACK MOTHERFUCK-
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Barbara: .. wait I’m lost now
Stephanie: Girl I’ve been lost a long time ago
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*while the batboys are doing laundry*
Dick: .. hey Jason?
Jason: yeah?
Dick: I put money and my clothes in the washing machine but it won’t start. Could you try?
Jason *stares at it and gently pries the door open before slamming it shut with such force that it swings open again*
Dick: DONT BREAK IT I PAID FOR THIS MAN
Jason: Hold on lemme try some- *swings harder*
Tim: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IDIOT ??
Washer *beeps and starts washing*
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Duke: ah.. such a peaceful day and gorgeous vie-
*hears screaming in the distance*
Duke: Aaand we’re walking-
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Tim: I’m sorry but could you tell me how to spell your name? I’m trying to save your contact.
Damian: It doesn’t matter.
Tim: Of course it does! I just want to make sure I spell it right.
Damian: No, seriously. It doesn’t matter how you spell it. That’s not even my real name.
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Jason and Damian having breakfast in silence at a restaurant
Damian: so I have a knife in my room.
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Bruce: And there’s this girl in the bathroom who’s been crying there for hours! And I don’t even know who it is, I can just see her shoes
Selina : Wait let’s check it out
Bruce: .. isn’t that an invasion of her privacy?
Selina: you’re no fun… I wonder what’s going on
Bruce: well she was talking to her friend about *insert very oddly specific rant about every microscopic detail*
Selina:
Bruce: ? What?
Selina: ..and youre trashing me for tryna find out who it is.
Bruce: Hey I was debating if I should call out and ask her if she was okay
Selina: Mhmm. Nosy. Imma go check-
Bruce: I have to fill my bottle anyways so I guess I’ll join..
— later —
Harley: and then what happened?
Selina: This mf was waiting for me outside while I found out and then I shooed him away to fill his bottle. And then we both watched as he placed it under the tap only for it to immediately start overflowing
Harley *howling with laughter*
Bruce: IT WAS HALF- EMPTY
Selina: It was FULL
Bruce: ..you’re exaggerating
Selina: Girl be for real you’re just as nosy as I am, that’s why we get along so well~
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