When my friend was a kid she used put on high heels and practice running around and jumping off stuff because Catwoman could do it. Now she can practically sprint in stilettos. Like…I’ve seen her chase after animals and run up hills and climb shit with 0% hindrance, and I will forever and always admire the hell out of her for it because when asked to choose between practicality and fashion she literally just chose “no be Catwoman” instead, and for some reason that actually worked.
I love your writing! Could I request a fic please? Where McCree has a secret fiancé, living somewhere safe and reminding him that he has something to live for? But the remaining Deadlock members find her and kidnap her? And she's terrified when she realizes how much they hate Jesse and how they're willing to do anything to her in order to hurt him.