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❝DAMIAN WAYNE, OH KID OF MONEY; I LIKE YOUR MOVES, BUT YOUR ATTITUDE'S CRUMMY❞ She felt it, at first, as an arrogant tingle at the base of her scalp, moving there like gold and silt kicked up by moving current. It wasn't a human feeling; Cristen had felt it long enough to know that none of her feelings were entirely human. And yet because it was him, she felt like she could drown, could hurt, could bleed--could be human, simply because Damian made her so. And he had no idea. "I know you're there," she smiled, devilish. A cape shifted, a symbol caught the light. Robin looked at her. His voice was hard. "Catgirl." "You should know better than to try and sneak up on me," her green goggles flashed, and the reflection of her extended claws shone in them, crescent moons. "Cats like me eat birds like you, boy." Damian Wayne x OC I DO NOT OWN ANY OF DETECTIVE COMIC'S CHARACTERS, STORYLINES, PLACES, ETC. ALL OCs ARE MINE. ©: Ivy, 2018 *Marked Mature for violence, mentions of triggers, etc, not sexual themes.
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