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when i was twelve years old, my father didn't come home from work. i was devastated, to say the least, after my mother informed me that he had died in a plane crash on his way to a business meeting in chicago. it was rough, as i was his princess. my mom took up a job as a receptionist at one of the many law firms in manhattan and we moved from our somewhat plush life in the aforementioned borough to a two room apartment in queens. it wasn't that bad, now that i look back on it, but it was much less exquisite next to what i had grown up with. i transferred to a less-prestigious middle school and had to make brand new friends, so practically a fate worse than death for a pre-teen.
however, a discovery that i made several months after my dad's passing changed my life. in his files that i had been snooping through, i found one talking about his real job. walter hardy was no stockbroker on wall street, but a professional cat burglar, breaking into people's homes, stealing their jewelry, and selling it for money. he had not actually died, rather been incarcerated for his crimes, which was a relief, as i had yet to let go of him. i knew that i wanted to be even more like him once i learned that, but better, as i wouldn't get caught.
i stewed my feelings for weeks, refusing to change the ratty old sweatshirt and yoga pants that i had donned the moment that i had returned home. after a lot of thinking about and overanalyzing what had happened, my grief transformed into rage towards that fucker ryan. i couldn't stand the idea of him, well, living after what he had done to me. i took up classes in kickboxing and martial arts and acrobatics, determined that i would be the one to end his life. months and months of training passed by as i threw myself into it, growing physically stronger and more agile that i had ever been. my vengeance would come, even if it ended up killing me in the process... and yet it never did. ryan was hit by a drunk driver on the way home from picking up booze at the corner mart. i knew that i should have been happy that he had died, but no. i couldn't be, as it wasn't me making him confront death himself.
i became the black cat for the first time on a chilly november evening. my first mission was not simple, but i knew what i was getting myself into. i planned on attempting to break my father out of prison, which i knew would prove to be quite difficult seeing that he was in maximum security. however, it would be wonderful for my mother, as he was dying. she had visited him, as she was now aware that i knew about his actual location, and had been told that he had gotten tuberculosis. the doctors at the prison had tried everything but it soon became clear that he only had a few weeks to live. i was willing to do anything for the woman that raised me and had comforted me in my darkest hours, so this was for her. she deserved to be around her husband during the last few days of his life on earth. it was going half decent. i had found his cell and was in the process of breaking him out. and then i met him.
naturally, i made the first move, kissing him impulsively on the top of the chrysler building. it was so goddamn exhilarating. we began dating soon after, me abandoning my life of crime for him, to show him that i cared. we became vigilantes that worked together and i didn't want it to be marked up by me learning about his true identity. that would ruin the fun in it all.
when i met peter for the first time, not as spider-man, i was disappointed in how fucking normal he was. he wasn't as alluring as his superhero counterpart, but i couldn't let that show. that was just wrong. this relationship was clearly doomed from the start, but could i see that? absolutely not. it only became more strained once both doctor octopus and the owl attempted to kill me, failing obviously, but i felt that i had nothing to offer to peter except being a damsel in distress that he could save. i didn't like it at all.
so peter left, not forever, but to fight in the superhero wars. i was lonely and desperate. i wanted to feel worthy of his love and affection and was certain that we could be the next crime-fighting duo that was also romantically involved with each other. so i did it without second thought. i made a deal with kingpin so that i could have actual powers and so that i could actually mean something. i didn't really specify as to what i wanted necessarily, which would end up being my downfall.
i honestly didn't want to end things with him, as he was the first person that i could actually love since i was in college, but it was for the better. peter was getting frustrated to, with my short-sighted decision to make the deal with kingpin and me apparently loving his spider-man persona more than the real him. i was hoping to have a dinner with him so we could talk things out then end it mutually, but i wasn't given that benefit. my heart broke in two before being smashed in a billion little pieces after the one minute phone call that occurred ten minutes before our reservations.
because this jinx was so bothersome even though we weren't together anymore, peter took me to see doctor strange, leaving shortly after i met him. the doctor did something, i'm not entirely sure what. but it made my bad luck dissipate as quickly as it was thrust upon me. however, the spell or whatever he did affected me... i was given more cat-like abilities, like infrared vision and retractable claws in my suit. pleasantly surprised despite my bad experience with powers, i was determined to use them for good, so that i could win back peter.
This girl is definitely reserved and keeps to herself for the most part, as to not jeopardize possible future heists. She doesn't let people in, especially after what happened to her in college, and really has no plans to do so. However, deep down underneath the greedy and cold exterior, she's a lonely girl that just wants to feel loved by those around her and secure. When she's not in her Black Cat persona, she's a snarky and intelligent woman, with little bits of flirting thrown in there when she sees fit. Someone just please love her since she desperately needs it in her life.
If he never finds out even better maybe they can be friends when he visits that area because he's still a pretty chill dude to hang out with.
while i imagine their relationship might be a slow burn friendship she seems like the person who would tell him he's a goddamned idiot and he needs that so badly in his life. He's a listener and he will do his best if she needs someone to listen but he rarely ever gets advice. I see them with meetups at nice restaurants and coffee shops to just gossip about whatever. anyway this is dumb but he's dumber and i feel like she can tell him that and he'd believe it cuz that's how she is.