1. Notes: 1 / 1 day ago 
    I think Selina just had one…Treasures from India: Jewels from the Al‑Thani Collection, opening October 28 at the Metropolitan Museum.  Think it can’t bet any better than that?The exhibition is made possible byCartierPictured here: A finial from the Throne of Tipu Sultan | ca. 1790 | South India, Mysore | The Al-Thani Collection

    I think Selina just had one…
    Treasures from India: Jewels from the Al‑Thani Collection, opening October 28 at the Metropolitan Museum.  Think it can’t bet any better than that?

    The exhibition is made possible by
    Cartier

    Pictured here: A finial from the Throne of Tipu Sultan | ca. 1790 | South India, Mysore | The Al-Thani Collection

     
  2. Notes: 21 / 2 days ago 

    This Feels Like it Could be Cat-Tales Panel submitted by

    Bruce and Selina in…

                                        I’m Being Punished

    Selina peered at Bruce’s plate as if she’d never seen a gnocchi before.

    “Are you going to eat this?” she asked, appropriating his fork.

    “Apparently not,” he graveled.  “I’m… sure Alfred will bring you some.”

    “I’m sure he won’t.  I’m being punished.”

    Bruce bit his lower lip thoughtfully before asking “What did you do?”

    “I’m not sure,” Selina said with a strange pout.  “Which is new for me.”

    Bruce took a cautious sip of wine, which in the dining room was as effective as Batman’s rooftop glare to obtain more details.

    “He called me a thieving colonial.”

    “Did you try to steal the crown jewels?” he asked.

    “Twice.  But not since breakfast,” she pointed out.

    “True,” Bruce admitted, reclaiming his fork and taking a bite for himself.  “And you certainly didn’t have time to go to China.”

    Selina blinked.

    “I had lunch in Chinatown,” she said suspiciously.

    “Oh.”

    Bruce slid his plate over to her silently and handed back the fork. 
    “You eat,” he encouraged, like it might be her last chance for a while.  “I’ll get something on patrol.  And we’ll go to breakfast in town tomorrow.”

    “Why?” Selina asked suspiciously.  “Bruce, I had lunch in Chinatown with Jason Blood.  What gives?  Why won’t Alfred feed me?”

    “Did you happen to buy some tea while you were in Chinatown?  Perhaps bring him a little gift?”

    “Narcissus Oolong,” she said. 

    “M-hm,” Bruce grunted, the detective’s darkest suspicion confirmed.

    “What?  This is good stuff.  Jason actually knew the tea master’s family.  Lin Qu of Fujian Province.”

    Bruce scowled.

    “Selina, I trained in Yunnan where tea was basically invented.  I brought him aged pu-erh from four hundred year old trees.  He called me a faddish colonial and gave me a lecture on the East India Company that I will never forget.  We drink India tea in this house as long as Alfred’s doing the buying.”

    “So that’s where you learned it,” Selina said, her eyes suddenly twinkling with delight.

    “About the loss of the China tea monopoly in 1833, yes.”

    “Not that, jackass,” she laughed.  “The whole ‘Do it my way or I’ll make your life miserable until you do’ thing you use to keep every superpower in the Justice League in line.”

    Bruce scowled.

    "A challenge," she purred.  "A Bat-challenge right from the source.  Meow."

  3. Notes: 10 / 5 days ago 
    Oh look, they’re making a Lego Batman movie.  I do believe that’s the sound of the first shoe dropping. 
Originally posted as Batman vs Superman: One Eureka Moment

    Oh look, they’re making a Lego Batman movie.  I do believe that’s the sound of the first shoe dropping.

    Originally posted as Batman vs Superman: One Eureka Moment

     
  4. Notes: 2 / 1 week ago 

    Anonymous said: Hi, loving darth Ivy and this whole run of stories so far. Reaching into the way back machine, I was curious if we're ever going to find out about what the original plans were for, you know the ones Luthor hired Catwoman to steal only to be duped with JLA teleporter pad schematics. Happy (early/late depending on when you read this) Thanksgiving.

    This is asking about one of my favorite Book 5 tales, War of the Poses, which brought the World’s Finest together for a crossover with the Queen of the Underworld storyline that began (fittingly) at the very end of Riddle Me-Tropolis

    Unfortunately, the little detail teased about the real Justice League blueprints would have played out in the spinoff series, JLAin't, which is discontinued.  It's possible that I will tie up that loose thread at some point in the main series, but if so, it will be certainly be changed in nature, for a Cat-Tales plot rather than pursuing what Myk may have had in mind.

  5. 1 week ago 

    Hashtags, creating thin hashed line between a fun and folksy Artist Alley tweet and nightmare porn, eh christopherjonesart?

    RT @ChrisJonesArt I wanted to do something graphically interesting with The Punisher. #NYCC #ContextIsAll

  6. Notes: 2725 / 1 week ago  from sdzsafaripark (originally from sdzoo)

    sdzsafaripark:

    Flashing back this Caturday to when the Safari Park’s Ken and Dixie were being hand-raised.

    Caturday cuteness from the Catitat, courtesy of the San Diego Zoo.  All together now:  Awwww

  7. Notes: 1 / 1 week ago 

    Anonymous said: Does Dick still have his private investigation agency?

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    First, some background: Grayson Associates was a private investigation firm that Dick founded immediately after returning from his honeymoon in Knightlife at the urging of city councilman Brian Everwood who promised an inside track on corporate and city contracts (and really working Dick’s ego in terms of establishing himself in Gotham outside of Bruce’s shadow.)  Alas, Everwood turned out to be more than he appeared, and when the whole thing blew up, Grayson Associates was forced to scale back, moving to less prestigious offices in What’s New Pussycat.   It was last referenced in Book 3’s Women Lacking Complexity when they had scored one prestige client through Everwood’s replacement, Councilwoman Montoya, but alas, that is the last we heard of the firm.

    Basically, Dick shut it down quietly for a number of reasons.  He really had little aptitude for the schmoozing side of the business necessary to find clients.  Maintaining even the smaller offices was an expensive proposition, and he rightly surmised he’d lose Selina’s help if he downsized again, as she would naturally have nothing to do with a low-rent P.I. that resembled the bottom feeding sleaze in the Gotham Post. (She might, in fact, be vindictive enough to withdraw his favorite pork chops from the family dinner line-up, which was not to be risked under any circumstances.)  But most of all, he realized that he had started the firm for the wrong reasons, and it was a dodgy proposition building a business on such a foundation.  He has yet to find a daytime calling to to warrant the same kind of blood, sweat and tears that he puts into his night life, but the current project for Gordon may be a first step.

  8. Notes: 25 / 1 week ago 

    Prelude to a Kiss

    This Feels Like it Could be Cat-Tales Panel submitted by

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    Bruce and Selina in…

                                        Prelude to a (Batcave) Kiss

    Bruce noted the short skirt but said nothing.  Selina’s new game.  She knew he liked it when she came down to the cave during the day.  She knew he was a leg man.  She knew he liked her to tempt him.

    “Forget it,” he said in a gruff show of Bat discipline.  “Whatever you want to do, I’m far too busy this afternoon.  Police feeds for the last quarter have to be integrated into the database.  Interpol’s Crime Bulletin for Western Europe downloaded last night, has to be broken down and cross-checked against the aggregator slush pile.”

    “Sounds like a job for Barbara.  Or Tim if he’s still being punished for that Marquez business.  Pheromones if both of them are busy, seeing that it doesn’t require communication skills beyond touch typing.”

    “I like to do it myself now and then,” Bruce lied.  “I skim as I go.  Pick up some useful data.” 

    “So you’re not ‘far too busy’ to help me, you’re just being difficult,” Selina said.  Her tone was amused, but Bruce turned abruptly, like one of the cats towards an unexpected noise.

    “Difficult?” he repeated.  “Not ‘a jackass.’”

    “They’re not mutually exclusive,” Selina grinned, but Bruce had already swiveled the chair to face her completely and was giving her his full attention.  ‘Difficult’ and not ‘jackass’ meant that he’d misread the encounter.  Despite the skirt, she hadn’t come to play.

    “Maybe not, but you’ve got something more serious on your mind than getting me to come upstairs for lunch or going with you to the Crispin auction so Richard Flay can’t monopolize you.”

    “I love the guy, Bruce, I really do.  But he’s like the social register Jervis.  I bought five pieces of Georgian silver in an afternoon, which is five more than we need.  I still don’t know what happened.”

    “You’re not the first.  Trip Corcoran has the most important collection of Chinese Bronze Mirrors in the country, it’s featured in textbooks.  That’s Richard’s handiwork.  I don’t think Trip knew when the Song Dynasty was before Richard got his hands on him.  Same with Tabitha Hamilton’s Roman glass.”

    “Did he ever get you?”

    “And you made Alfred very happy.”

    “That’s a yes.”

    “He can finally put something different in the Adam breakfronts.”

    “Bruce what did Richard make you buy and when?  Spill.”

    “Course we’ll have to make some room.  Some of those serving pieces are pretty big.”

    “You’re a grown man who goes out at night dressed as a bat.  How bad can it be that you won’t tell?”

    “Alfred, what’s in the big double breakfront in the Adam Room that you’re tired of looking at?”

    “The Paul de Lameries, sir,” Alfred said without hesitation.  “While fine examples of the French style by an undisputed master of the craft, the pieces display a continental lack of restraint which is, in my opinion, at odds with the rest of the room and indeed the rest of the Wayne collection.”

    “Those are the ones with the lion head handles?” Bruce asked.

    “Yes, sir.”

    “Those are the ones with the lion head handles,” Bruce repeated quietly to Selina. 

    Her eyes began to shine with a cat’s love of mischief, though she tilted her head at a confused-kitten angle, wondering what he was getting at.

    “I’m thinking I should lend them out.  To the Freemont House.  Vote of confidence in that new Foster and Forsythe system they just installed.  And if the pieces did just happen to get stolen, and then subsequently recovered, well, I imagine they’d just… wind up in the trophy room.”

  9. Notes: 1 / 1 week ago 
    Hey, she’s purple!  Final Fantasy’s Tetsuya Nomura Catwoman design reminds me a lot of the one-shot where she had a very Azrael/Azbat style armor for an issue. 
via IGN

    Hey, she’s purple!  Final Fantasy’s Tetsuya Nomura Catwoman design reminds me a lot of the one-shot where she had a very Azrael/Azbat style armor for an issue. 

    via IGN

    (Source: ign.com)

     
  10. 1 week ago 
    Who does Jack Skellington dress as for Halloween?  Batman of course!
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    Who does Jack Skellington dress as for Halloween?  Batman of course!

    by Bansheemilk.

     
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Cat-Tales is the real story, a Catwoman metafiction series by Chris Dee. Let’s say nearly everything you’ve ever read in a comic book is wrong. The identities are correct: Bruce Wayne is Batman, Selina Kyle is Catwoman. They live in Gotham City. There is a Wayne Manor, a Batcave and Batsignal, etc. But the rest is all exaggeration, distortion, and often the outright lies of a sensationalist tabloid called The Gotham Post, otherwise known as DC Comics. Cat-Tales tells the truth behind that fiction, revealing characters that are more complex and fully-human than anyone thought possible. Heart-stopping romance, side-splitting humor, and poignantly understated tragedy, it’s all here: the man inside the Bat, the woman within the Cat, the life between the panels, the truth behind the masks. * * * * * *

Chris Dee is an award-winning playwright, entertainment consultant, and metafiction author who brings real life experience to her storyverse, fusing it with unimagined truth and depth.

She is a woman who has squatted down next to a 500-lb Bengal tiger and petted its fur.  She has held an ocelot in her arms and allowed it to ‘groom’ her forearm.  She has spent the night in a cabin with two rambunctious caracals.  She studied art in Florence, Italy, worked in a museum and walked through its galleries after closing.  She knows the difference between Picasso and Pissarro, Manet and Monet.  She has been inside Cartier.  She has been inside a corporate board room.  She has been on a yacht and in a private plane. 

The life experience Chris Dee brings to these tales brings a depth to the characters unseen in any previous incarnations.


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