When you've given everything to your broken city, what's left? A hollowed out, brittle exoskeleton animated by the opportunity to give chase, to pull and take, to plague and be plagued by someone who has no qualms about shoving her perfectly shod foot into your busted knee, because she is a jerk of refined taste and you love it. Sometimes you find her. Sometimes she finds you. Nothing is by chance.

Bat x Cat or bust.

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