I’ma s o l d i e r
I fight for what I
and i’m here to win this war.
“A traveling acrobat among other things,” Selina replied cryptically, a smirk playing on her lips.
The snowman out front must not be doing his job, at all.
"What are you doing here? Who are you?"
Selina’s eyebrows puckered together as she worriedly gazed at the man beside her. One of her arms wrapped around her swollen stomach and the other gently rubbed Bruce’s back. “It was just a dream, darling. Just a dream,”she whispered soothingly.
Bruce opened his eyes. He was in a strange garden full of different coloured flowers, but suddenly the Sun warped into the Moon and everything around him dies and the white wooden fence around the garden turned to old, black, bent steel. Pumpkins appeared from the ground and spiders and snakes crawled out of them. He looked up and saw a shadow on the moon. The wind blew against Bruce’s face and he could hear a voice calling his name.
‘Who’s there?’ Bruce called.
‘I am the Who when you call, who’s there?’
‘I am the wind blowing through your hair’
‘I am the shadow on the moon at night; filling your dreams to the brim with fright!’
Bruce’s closed his eyes. “I don’t have time for rhyming.”
Seemingly asleep, Bruce was falling from the bright sky, falling through the white clouds like a shooting star towards the ocean. He landed in the sea below, but he could breathe. He slowly descended upon an ocean floor with abyss surrounding him. As he stepped onto the ground, the darkness below his feet erupted into doves and flew away, revealing a radiant light that slowly formed a stained-glass pillar, rising from unseen depths.
Suddenly, Bruce heard a silent voice. It didn’t make any sound, but he knew what it was saying, and he wasn’t scared of it.
‘What?’ Bruce asked.
‘Go back, to where?’
‘Go back… to the beginning…’
Suddenly, a ball of light appeared in front of Bruce. He put his hand out to touch the ball of light, but as he did so, the stained-glass pillar turned to complete darkness again and the light disappeared. Suddenly, two large red eyes appeared and Bruce’s heart missed a beat. He opened his eyes wide and suddenly, a large mouth swallowed him. He floated in the darkness for what felt like an eternity, when suddenly, a naked hand covered in light grabbed Bruce’s hand.
‘Bruce!’ said the person pulling him out of the darkness.
Suddenly, he saw a flicker of light and he opened his eyes. He sat up quickly with a scream to see blurry darkness before his eyes adjusted. He was in his bed, covered in sweat as his heart raced.
"I…Lina…" He sighed, raising an eyebrow at her. "You really don’t gotta say stuff ya don’t mean, ya know. I know ya like me already."
"People are going to get involved, Clint," Selina shouted, standing and slamming her hand down on the table between them. She exhaled loudly and set her friend with a hard stare. "They are, and there is nothing you can do about that."
He growled, slipping past her, grabbing a jacket, and squirreling out the window, leaping away from the fire escape to the next building.
Selina cursed and slumped back into the chair she had been sitting in before. She ran a tired hand over her face, her icy finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake. The smoke from her discarded cigarette burned her nose. She picked up the burning stick and looked at it through half lidded eyes. Smoking had never been a terribly prolific bad habit of her. Compared to her other habits it was really quite insignificant. She only ever smocked when well and truly stressed.
Selina pushed one end onto the tabletop and watched as the smoke slowly died out.
Jessica Rey presents the history of the evolution of the swimsuit including the origins of its design, how it has changed overtime and the post-feminist association of the bikini symbolizing female empowerment. She refers to neuro-scientific studies revealing how male brains react to images of scantily clad women versus images of women deemed modest and what the implications of the results are for women in society.
(Note: As the OP, I disagree with Rey’s approach to putting the onus on women to alter ourselves rather than to alter the male perception of women – brain wiring has plenty to do with socialization and if we worked against the culture that fuels men’s objectification of women, women’s clothing choices would matter far less in terms of how men perceive us and determine how to interact with us).
Clark: Could you two keep it down? I can hear you from Kryton.
Bruce: Then stop eavesdropping.
Selina: Don’t you have a fire you need to throw that wet blanket on?
Clark: You guys deserve each other.
Bruce: Shut-up Clark.
Ohh i want this…. but first… i need a boyfriend xb
Here i leave the link where you can buy it (if you want):
Catwoman v3 #52
written by Will Pfeifer
art by Pete Woods