𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙤.
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KLEPTO.
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She was always attracted to shiny things. Beautiful things.

Things that didn't belong to her.

Things that were worth their weight in gold.

Things that weren't worth quite as much.

It was the thrill. The excitement of her heart racing, her adrenaline pumping before she--

Cracked the safe. Disabled the lock. Tampered with the security systems.

She mused about this quite proudly in her involuntary confinement at Arkham, sitting upon an uncomfortably hard chair in a small, ghastly-lit box of a room...while a degreed know-it-all peered at her in blank-faced judgment. How could she obtain joy from taking things? What was once a necessity to live evolved into something more akin to a nasty habit.

Kleptomania. Kleptomaniac.

An official diagnosis that Selina Kyle paid no mind to. Labels made doctors feel good about themselves. Made them feel like all those years of study paid off in the form of being able to call their patients some form of unwell.

Accurate it may be, the klepto would be eventually be released from her confines.

She wasted no time being back at home on the streets. In the alleyways.

Still attracted to those shiny things.

Beautiful things.

Things.

 

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