Mar. 15th, 2008

[identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
Selina is sitting in the Wayne Manor theater room. There is a cat on her feet, a cat in her lap and a cat draped across her shoulders. Currently, though, there is nothing on the screen. At first she came down here to get out of bed, to get out of the room. It is her birthday and she's not going to spend it sleeping or laying in bed.

No, she wanted to come down here and watch something but now she has no idea what it is she wants to watch. There are just /too many/ choices. And she bets money to herself that Bruce hasn't seen more than twenty of them.

With the potential exception of 'for research' for people like Film Freak.

She could just take a nap, though, curled up with the cats.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
Time is irrelevant here.

Image after image of a life of pain, of slavery, of abandonment, destruction and humiliation play out before her. First, abandoned as a girl by a dead mistress and father who's revolutionary zeal failed in the face of his family's political ambitions.

Next by the wife her father abandoned with his mistress's child, left to be exploited by her unthinking brute of a son...Her half brother...her first kill.

After that, she was sold for her beauty to be just another plaything. More death followed until she was delivered to a man as flawed as herself, the elderly Blackhawk known as Chop Chop and then over to an assassin who fancied her "cooking," skills for his poison empire.

She has seen her life her with more clarity then it has ever been presented. She has witnessed the death she has put in motion. She has confronted those who used her to their ends. She has felt her flesh turn to ash with the nuclear explosion in Quraq. She has seen her own child become a more embittered and destructive version of herself. She has watched the wealth and security she acquired melt in her hands like slime and threaten to drown her. Still, Jade Nyguen - Cheshire - survives. She grows and learns and finally, after years, there is light at the end of the tunnel.

But there is one last figure between her, salvation, and oblivion and he has the audacity to smirk upon seeing her...

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