Heather OC: Week 44 of 208

Catwoman as Leonine

You were the only villain

I longed to be. Tight, black leather,

Whip. And, oh, those ears! So

Soft to the rub. Little girls

Are supposed to dream of being

The heroine - or even that damsel -

Distressed and waiting for rescue.

No one confesses the power of

In the anti-hero. That, sure, although

The audience may despise you

On the foamy surface, that under

It all they cheer for your demons. Batman

Is in love. Bruce Wayne sleeps next

To those damsels he has collected -

But they are so fucking boring.

You are the one he senses,

Prowling in the night. Giving

Him reason to answer the Signal.

Leave her in the wee hours, when

The cats all sing and the world

Presents herself to us.