Tin Roof Adoption

January 15, 2019:

Jason visits Selina for some advice. Ends up with a new pet.

Tin Roof Club

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Fade In…

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The Tin Room club was known to be a 'castle' of sorts for its queen, Selina Kyle. Here, she was top dog and there was no questioning that position of power. Where it's often a hub of activity and droning sound of music can be heard vibrating the streets, tonight is much different. Tonight, it's quiet, the neon is off, and the only person lingering within its walls is the Cat herself. Resting behind the bar, she sits and looks through a book of sorts, thumbing through figures all while nursing a glass of wine. She has company, at least. A few little critters of the feline variety walks about, some curled up and sleeping, while others play and roll around with each other. A slinky, short haired black cat rests close to Selina's hand, nuzzling up against her now and then only to be offered adoring scritches in reply.

*

The Red Hood needs some answers. Not of the criminal variety, but of the…personal variety. Bruce taught Jason about weaponry, investigation, stealth, hand-to-hand combat, and explosives, but he left out the part on women. Jason has come to someone who might be able to give him better advice than "Get over it and do your job."

Jason arrives via the rooftops, the only way to travel. He attempts to find entry to the building via a skyline, being careful and quiet to go stealthily.

*

Catwoman sighs, brushing up against the closest cat, all while her dark lined eyes of teal roll up and toward the roof. "Hmm, have I done anything lately?" She asks the cat, only getting a mew in response and a drag of its jawline across her hand. "I didn't think so." Downing the rest of her wine, she sets the glass down and moves to stand. The cat stretches and shakes, hopping up and onto her shoulders once the woman heads toward a small icebox full of bottles. "Guess we'll see what happens when they come calling, hmm? Maybe Brucie's home. Funny he didn't just call." She shrugs, studying brands before refilling her glass with something sweet and pink.

*

Jason slips into the building, quickly and quietly. He drops down in the shadows trying to be stealthy, he regards Selina for a long moment of silence. "Hello Selina," He says, his voice scrambled abit from the mask. "Long time no see." He steps into the half-light, revealing himself.

*

"Jason." She greets kindly enough. "Drink?" Setting out a glass, she pours him something a bit more bite. "Have a seat. Free admission tonight, not that you bothered to use the front door." She smirks, winking his way and slipping back onto her chair. Looking over her book, she hums and makes a mental note, reaching for a pen and scribbling something down. "What can I help you with? Daddy send you to check up on me?"

*

"Front doors are too consipicuous," Jason replies dismissively. "Especially if I was already dressed in my evening wear." He steps closer, but does not reach for the drink, his eyes on Selina instead. "No, Batman did not send me here. I'm sure he sends his regards though. Do you have something worth checking up on you for? I haven't read about any museum heists recently."

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"I'm…sure he does." She chides, sipping from her flute and giving the cat a small scritch. On Jason's side, a few more critters inch up his way, sniffing softly at his boots before one rubs up and against him, brushing between his calves. "Hmm? Oh, no, but I'm not use to telling you my schedule, either." A pause, "What do you want, honey? I don't see you around the mansion much anymore, so this much be a special occassion."

*

"I'm not exactly welcome up in the club house any more, Selina," Jason replies with another growl. "Batman and I do not exactly get along. Not since I died anyway." Jason reaches down to give the bravest cat, the one who rubbed against him, a small scritch behind the ears. "You could say this is a social call." He reaches up and removes his helmet with a mechanical pop and a hiss. His face beneath is still behind a domino mask, but he sets the deactivated mask on the bat top.

*

"Settle, kiddo. I was just asking. Sit, drink. Stop scowling at me so much." She smiles gently, resting her lips to her glass before sipping once more. "If you're not here to lecture me, I'd rather you just take a break from your nightly duties. Social call accepted. What can I do for you, hon?"

*

"I am relaxed and settled," Jason says, obviously being sarcastic. "I can't not scowl. Too much on my mind." He does slip into a seat opposite Selina, making sure not to step on any furry creatures along the way. "So I have a question for you," He says, seeming abit anxious. "How do you and Bruce…like…do it?"

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Catwoman blinks, her brow quirking as she sits up and peers his way. "Do it?" Sighing, she sets her glass down. "Leave it to me…well, Jason, when a man and woman really enjoy each other's company," she begins.

*

"No Selina," Jason says, attempting to keep a stern face, but obviously holding back laughter. "I know how to do that. Rather well I might add."

He looks away screwing up his face like an annoyed kitten. "So there is this…super villainess, I guess you could call her…"

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"I should hope so. You're old enough." Selina chuckles, smiling slightly at that hint that he was starting to relax. The cat below continues brushing along his leg, even pausing to wiggle and jump up, finding a spot to knead at his thighs, purring contently. Kyle drinks and samples back any residue smoothly. "Ooooohhh. I see. Well, somewhat. Keep going. I need the whole picture."

*

Red Hood looks down at the Cat in his lap with a strange expression. "What part of me looks like a cuddler?" He says to the creature, incredulously. That doesn't stop him from petting the floofly cat though with long strokes over it's face.

"Gave her the lecture," Jason continues, not really seeming to want to meet Selina's gaze. "You know, the whole 'You're going to get hurt if you don't stop' and 'this is my town' kind of stuff that Batman is so fond of. Of course, that didn't work."

*

The cat trills with a rumble in its throat, nuzzling up and against his glove before circling and nestling down. Selina simply smile. She listens, nodding, even scoffing. "It never does, sweetie. You don't change a girl that easily, nor a tiger's stripes. So, it didn't work…I should ask why it matters to you? Do you give everyone you meet the 'talk' or just people you take a shine to?"

*

"Well, I kind of ran into her again," Jason says, giving into the temptation of carefully petting the kitten in his lap. "I was in that sports bar I like down town. You know the place." He reaches over and downs the drink Selina offered him in one gulp. "She walked in in civies. I recognized her right off. She's got these eyes that you just can't forget. Know what I mean?"

*

"I have a feeling I do." Leaning forward against the bar top, she lifts her glass in a motion for him to continue. Groping for another bottle, she refills his glass and presses it his way with the tips of her painted fingers.

*

"Well we hit it off," Jason continues, sounding grave like pronouncing a prison sentence. "She liked the same whiskwy I did, had a similar taste in smokes. She didn't really care for the Gotham Rogues so, she isn't perfect but…" He takes another drink. "Eventually we migrated to a coffee shop, and I did the unthinkable. I recommended…the cinnamon roll." He says this part like a death sentence.

*

"Did she know who you were?" Selina questions, nursing her glass and keeping her gaze set on his expression. When he continues, and the faces his makes, it only serves to make the Cat smile knowingly. Elbow down, she cradles her cheek against her palm. "Ooo, cinnamon roll. Honey, you got it bad, don't you?"

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Red Hood says, "I suppose I do," Jason says with a shrug. "Wouldn't know really. No, as far as I am aware of, she doesn't know who I am. She asked my advice about what to do with a guy would threatened her and told her to get out of Gotham." His gaze finally meets Selina's. "You know what I told her? I told her to confront the guy and tell him that she wasn't going anywhere unless she wanted to.""

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"She was talking about you, wasn't she? You told her to stand up to you?" Sighing, she finishes off her wine, setting the glass aside and setting her hand up and under her other cheek. Her face squishes together slightly, but her sights never leave the man's face. "And how did that go for you? For her?"

*

"How else do you think?" Jason says, with a sly smile. "Would I have a thing for a woman who DIDN'T have a stubborn streak a mile long?" He shrugs his shoulders again. "She offered me some info in exchange for letting her stay in Gotham. I blackmailed her into giving me the info anyway. Tried to offer to help her get on the straight and narrow for what it's worth. That went over like a lead balloon." He scritches the cat behind the ears. "Pretty sure she knows I am a vigilante, though. Just not the Red Hood."

*

"So, you like this girl, but she's not on the same road as you." She nods, letting the story she's known, and was part of herself, settle. Sitting back, she considers the younger man across from her, her legs shift and crossing in a fluid motion. "You cannot try to change her, Jason. It doesn't work. We all are who we are for reasons. Understanding why helps, sometimes. I've tried so many times to be something that Bruce would consider better. It feels like a kick in the guts almost every time. It's frustrating, annoying, one of the hardest things you can do with someone else. Caring about them, I mean, especially in our world, honey."

*

"Should I tell her?" Jason asks quietly. "Tell her where all these bruises and scars come from? Why I always smell like gun oil and explosives residue?" He looks up to Selina with a frustrated expression. "I don't want her to catch a bullet, Selina, but we both know that on a long enough time line the chance of survival reached zero."

*

"You tell her if you want to tell her. Sometimes, it's not that easy. Sometimes, knowing who each other is just…shows up on its own without either of us trying." She murmurs. "Do you think that will help you talk to her? Her knowing? Her knowing that /you/ know who she is? What she does?" Her eyes shift only when the black creature on her shoulders moves, settling in the crook of her arm. "I'm guessing she knows its dangerous out there. Bullets are a possibility, that's for sure. It's not up to you to save her from them personally. I wish I could protect Bruce from everything he throws himself in, but I can't. I can be there when he wants me to be, though."

*

"I'm going to try to be there for her when she needs me," Jason says with a shrug. "Or wants me. She told me she will look me up when she gets back to Gotham. Who knows when that will be." He looks away and out the front window. "Honestly Selina, who knows how she really feels. She seems to really have a thing for me, but maybe I'm just…" He shrugs again.

*

"If you listen to Bruce, or do as he does, you hide stuff away. The job comes first, you forget about each other, then meet up a few times a year to mess up a bed or two." Frowning, she gently toys with the cat's fur, the tiny thing lazing about and limp in her hold. "Ask her. Talk to her. Fuck sake, please talk to her and don't be like Bruce."

*

"Maybe that is all we can be, Sel," Jason says with a shrug. "Little clones of the original, all of us tearing through Gotham like Bats out of Hell. Some of us being more literally than others." He chuckles. "Sorry, I'm being maudlin."

*

"You've always been different from Bruce. Honestly, all of you are. Well, Damian is damn close, it's scary. But you, and Dick, Barbara, Tim…all of you are different in your own ways. He's your teacher, mentor, but you are your own man. What you do is up to you, Jason. No one else. I'm sorry I'm not more help, but I don't have any good examples, I'm afraid." A pause, "Well, maybe I do, but I'm trying to figure that out myself. Guess Spring came early to Gotham, hmm?"

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"I hope not," Jason says with a grin. "She apparently really likes the cold." He looks away again, giving the cat another pet. "What do you mean maybe you do?" He looks back at her with a questioning glance.

*

"The other night I went to a…party. I was going to see about gathering funds for the kids here that live on the streets. Y'know, like we both use to. Anyway, I ended up getting into a fight and meeting some gruff guy who took me out for drinks and a burger. I have a type. I hate that I have a type." She smirks. "Ended up at his place. Got breakfast out of it, and we actually talked. About…our pasts. Just like that. He offered to help some kids I know that need a bit extra, and he made me stumble over my words. I instantly got the sensation that he was too good for someone like me."

*

"Too good for someome like you?" Jason asks, a smirk on his face. "How is that a thing?" He shakes his head. "You deserve the best Selina. You put in your time." Jason finally finishes the second drink Selina had poured and pushes the glass away. "Take that man, and make the Old Man jealous."

*

"So you can give me advice, but don't have a clue what to do about your own situation?" She smiles, slipping off her chair and circling around to be on his side of the bar. Leaning back, she eyes the cat on his lap, then up toward his face. "Want a pet? That lil one seems to like you well enough."

*

"It's easier to see the right choice on the other side of the fence," Jason replies, his voice almost dark. "I am still not sure if I should just disappear, or try to make a go of it with her." He gives the cat another soft scritch. "This lil one is a poor judge of character then." He smirks.

*

"Jason," Selina calls out, moving her hand up and cupping the man's face. "You try and possibly fail, or do nothing and lose the chance. That's up to you. Jump. Either way, you'll land on your feet. Hell, even death couldn't keep you down." A soft pat and brush, she gives his shoulder a squeeze before pulling her hand back. "You and I have some choices to make. We can't be miserable all the time, can we?" A blink, "Are we that stubborn?"

*

"You tell me," Jason says with a smirk. "Maybe I should change my name to Bat-out-of-Hell. I wonder if Meatloaf still owns that copyright." He shrugs again. "I could be miserable all the time. Then I would just turn into the old man."

*

"The world doesn't need another Bruce Wayne. It still has room for a Jason Todd." Her voice softens, maternal as best it can be as she keeps him company on his side. "I suggest you talk to her. Find out before you give up."

*

"I will," Jason says with a nod. "Hell, maybe I can get another stay at the Gotham Ritz out of it." He smiles to himself. Carefully, gingerly, with the same steady hands of a bombmaker, Jason lifts the kitty in his lap and holds her so he can stand up.

*

"Fancy. I did always like the beds there." Watching after the cat, she finally steps away from him and makes her way back to her seat, and her booklet. "Best of luck to you, Jason. One of us around this city should be genuinely happy for once in our lives." Refilling her wine glass, she winks his way. "Take care of that cat. I'll know if you don't."

*

Jason gives the cat a measuring look. "I'm going to do my best," He says, looking at her with a smile. "You should be telling the Cat not to be mean to me really." He shoves his helmet back on, which seals with a pop and another hiss. "Stay safe Selina." The Red Hood disappears back into the shadows, finding his way out of the Club as carefully as he can.

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