"Right in here, baby," he said to his girlfriend, holding her hand as they stepped into his bedroom. "Over here."
He led her over to his bed, then spun around and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She returned the kiss and then some, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Their tongues remained locked together as he eased her down onto the bed, his hands gripping her side. He slid one up the length of her torso, along the side of her face, and stroked her blonde hair while they continued to kiss. The only sounds in the room were their moans and the occasional pop of saliva as they repositioned their mouths.
Finally he pulled away once more and looked down into her steel blue eyes. She sensuously licked her lips, arousing him. He leaned down and kissed her yet again as he reached for the zipper on her leather jacket and tugged it down. He then moved his mouth from hers, placing his lips to the side of her neck. He moved them down past the lace bra she'd worn under the jacket to her stomach and began kissing down it. Finally he reached her navel and let his tongue slide down into it. She moaned and pressed his head down harder against her stomach, silently willing him to push his tongue in as deeply as he possibly could. The further it went, the louder she moaned, the more aroused she became, wrapping her legs around him and pressing her hips against his chest.
Finally satisfied that he had her in prime position, he pulled up and prepared to slide down further. As he looked back down at her navel, however, he noticed a couple of marks next to it.
"Hey, what's this?" he asked, poking one.
She wretched violently, yelping as she did. Frightened, he jumped back and watched as she contorted onto her side, her eyes clenched tightly, a pained expression on his face.
"Do I-do I need to call an ambulance?" he asked frantically. After a moment she finally opened her eyes and looked at him. "No, no, don't worry about it."
He wore a bewildered face as she sat upright, looking down at the marks. Then she looked back up at him.
"What the hell was that all about?" he asked.
"It's a long, long story," Selina Kyle replied.
obviously the R rated version of forever; instead of them finding out each other's identities whilde dancing, they learn them.... doing that
Quote from: riddler on Sun, 15 Jan 2012, 14:45
obviously the R rated version of forever; instead of them finding out each other's identities whilde dancing, they learn them.... doing that
takes place long after forever. but yea. lol.
sorry i actually meant returns, is that in the same continuity of returns or a different one? Meaning do they know each others identities yet?
Very well done, glad to see you're still writing.
that isn't bruce wayne. he comes in later. that just the intro. its supposed to show that she's still alive but still haqsa her wounds and is traumatized by them.
oh wow I was way off!
I could see her having relationship trouble afterwards. She'd be after an assertive man such as Bruce. He had a unique way of being assertive while respecting women; gave catwoman a good fight without purposely hurting her.
Chapter 1
"I don't know how but I think Alfred's cooking gets better every time," Dr. Chase Meridian said as she stuffed a bite in her mouth. "He certainly is a wonder," Bruce Wayne replied from across the table. He smiled across at her as he sipped at his glass of wine. He then sat the glass back down, but didn't take his eyes off her. Chase looked back as he stared at her, growing slightly uneasy.
"What is it?" she finally asked, setting her fork down.
"Chase I..." he began. "I think I'm ready." "Ready for what?" she asked.
Bruce looked at her for a moment, trying to muster up a complete, well-thought out response, but he finally settled on a single syllable.
"Us."
"Us?" Chase asked, genuinely taken aback. "How can you, you know, do that, when you have to, you know..." She placed her index fingers on either side of her head, mimicking a Bat's ears.
"Dick'll take care of that," Bruce replied. "He's got everything it takes. And with Barbara, they can handle anything this city throws at them. It won't be long now, maybe weeks. Maybe less. But I can see the day I take that cowl off and never put it back on. It's coming."
"Bruce, it's such a part of you," Chase said. "Hell, it IS you. You won't be able to put that away. Batman isn't just a costume. He's flesh and blood. YOUR flesh and blood."
Bruce pondered her words for a moment, but before he could respond, the door to the dining room swung open. Dick Grayson poked his head in.
"Batsignal," he said before leaving. Bruce looked at Chase.
"Don't wait up," he replied with a sigh, standing. Chase tried to smile. "Just come back to me in one piece tonight, okay?" she said as he stepped out the door. He looked back at her for a moment, then, without replying, headed up the hall towards the Batcave entrance.
"Couldn't you and Barbara have taken care of this?" Bruce gruffly asked as he joined Dick in the cave. "She isn't here," Dick replied. "And besides, it's the BATsignal. Not the Birdsignal." "Just suit up," Bruce said, peeling off his shirt.
Meanwhile, atop Gotham Police Headquarters, Comissioner James Gordon and Detectives Harvey Bullock and Renee Montoya leaned against the Batsignal. They had been there less than 20 minutes when Batman and Nightwing arrived.
"Yes, Commisioner?" The Dark Knight asked as he stepped up to the trio. "You're getting slower every time, Freak," Bulloch said. "Eighteen minutes tonight." "Bulloch, that's enough," Commisioner Gordon said. He then turned to Batman and Nightwing.
"I thought this might interest you," he said, handing a folder to Batman, who opened it and scanned its contents. "I didn't give it another thought until I saw Alberto Pavilli's name."
"One of Carl Grissom's old partners," Batman said, closing the folder and handing it to Nightwing. "Exactly," Gordon replied.
"All these sales were in Italy," Nightwing spoke up. "How can it apply here?" "Grissom had most of Gotham bought and paid for before Jack Napier took him out," Gordon said. "If Pavilli is building up an empire, there's probably at least a chance he wants to include Gotham in it."
"I see," Nightwing replied. "So what do you want us to do?" "Right now, just keep your eyes peeled," Gordon said. "Bulloch and Montoya here will be doing the same, and we've got some of our best guys trying to find if Pavilli has any parnters here and if he does, who they are. We'll update you when we here anything more."
"Likewise," Batman said, turning to leave.
"Wait a minute," Gordon called out. "We found another ex-con in an ally down near the cathedral. Same as the rest, neck snapped." "Let me guess," Batman said. "Sexual offender?" "You guessed it," Gordon said. "We've got some female avenger out there."
"Any suspects?" Nightwing said. He looked at Detective Montoya, attempting humor. She just rolled her eyes.
"Not a one," Gordon said. "There's no surveillance there, and we've got too much work to do here that there's no time to dedicate it to watching that alley." "Maybe you should let him or her keep it up," Montoya said. "They're just taking out the trash."
Nightwing cleared his throat. "I will repeat: any suspects?"
With that, he and Batman turned, fired their grappling hooks at the same time, and swung out of sight.
Later, as they drove back to the Batcave, Nightwing turned to Batman. "Hey, think that old flame of yours could have had something to do with this?"
"What do you mean?" Batman asked gruffly.
"Well, it just sounds like something she'd do," Nightwing replied. "I mean, you did say she spouted a lot of feminist BS. Maybe she decided to kick back into old habits. Hey, there's at least a chance."
"No there isn't," Batman said, his tone now softer, with a stain of grief.
"Huh? Why not?"
"Because I watched her die."
Chapter 2
"We've found four ex-members of the Red Triangle Circus gang that are still living. They're all in or near the Gotham City area."
"Good. I want them all dead," Charles "Chip" Schreck said as he leaned back in his chair, puffing at a cigar. His secretary, Hillary, nodded as she handed him a piece of paper. "All their last-known addresses and aliases," she said.
Chip scanned it, then looked at his bodyguards. "I can't get The Penguin for what he did to my father, but we can make his accomplices' lives absolute pure hell."
He paused, looking down. After a moment, he finally raised his head, grinding the cigar into an ashtray. "Go home. Be here at daybreak. We've got work to do."
As the guards made their way out, one of them said "We'll get them for you, boss." "Indeed," Chip replied as Hillary closed the door.
"Well, I'm glad that's over, at least for now," she said with her back turned to Chip. "Now we can move on to...more important things." "What do you mean?" he asked, looking over the paper.
"What do I mean?" Hillary repeated his question. She turned towards him. "THIS is what I mean."
She reached up and ripped her blouse open, uncovering her bare breasts.
"Holy sh*t!" he exclaimed. "Hillary, I..."
"Shhh," she said, sauntering towards him. "Don't say a-"
All of a sudden, a whip swung out of a shadowy corner. It snapped around Hillary's stomach. She yelped as she was tugged backwards, then knocked unconcious.
"Who's there?" Chip shouted, jumping up. He tried to reach for his desk, where he kept a pistol, but the whip cracked against his hand. "Argh!" he cried, gripping the wound.
"You want the Penguin's men?" he heard a female voice say. "What?" he replied. "Yes, yes I do. What is that to you."
"I want them too."
"Now look here, lady," Chip said. "I owe these bastards all the hurt I'm going to give them. I mean, their boss took my father away!"
"He took someone from me too," the woman said, finally stepping out of the corner. She was wearing skintight vinyl and a cowl with cat ears.
"The Catwoman!" Chip exclaimed. "You blew up my dad's store!"
"No, I didn't," she replied. "The old Catwoman is gone. I decided it was high time someone finally took up her mantle and fought the injustice against women, since no justice system run by men will do anything about it."
"So what do you want with me?" Chip said nervously. "I haven't hurt any women. My dad was kind of rough on some, but I haven't."
"It's right there in your hand," she said. Chip looked down. He was still clutching the list Hillary had given him.
"No, this is mine! I've dreamed of making these people suffer for years. I'm not about to miss out on it now."
"I don't want to deny you your revenge," she said. "Just don't deny me mine."
"Are you saying you want to be partners?" Chip asked. She simply nodded. With that, she somersaulted out the window, leaving him and a still-out cold Hillary by themselves. Chip just shook his head in bewilderment. Then he looked over at Hillary, her breasts still in full-view.
"She'll wake up soon enough," he said to himself, unbuttoning his pants as he walked over to her.
This is heavy stuff!
Quote from: Catwoman on Tue, 17 Jan 2012, 06:21
"She'll wake up soon enough," he said to himself, unbuttoning his pants as he walked over to her.
Did Chip Shreck just rape his secretary?!? Maybe Catwoman should have stuck around to sort out the spoiled little punk. "I haven't hurt any women"...yeah right... ::)
Quote from: johnnygobbs on Tue, 17 Jan 2012, 21:51
Quote from: Catwoman on Tue, 17 Jan 2012, 06:21
"She'll wake up soon enough," he said to himself, unbuttoning his pants as he walked over to her.
Did Chip Shreck just rape his secretary?!? Maybe Catwoman should have stuck around to sort out the spoiled little punk. "I haven't hurt any women"...yeah right... ::)
obviously she wanted to do something with him so he's just waiting till she's ready. lol.
Hope we don't have to wait too long til th next chapter... ;)
By the way, it's good to see you back on thse boards and banging out the fanfic.
i'll disappear again soon enough. :P
chapter 3
"Mmm, I could lie here all day," Selina said to herself as she lay in her bubblebath. Her feet were propped up on one edge, her head leaned back against the other. Gentle saxaphone music played on the little stero she had sitting on the sink nearby.
She loved stress-free times like this. And thankfully for her, they seemed more and more common now that she had moved back home. The burdens of her past had been left in Gotham City, a hellhole that might as well have been a million miles away. Now she was just the simple small town girl she had been before taking an internship that took her to the big city. She had reconnected with old friends, gotten a job at the old library where she spent many days as a child, and found romance at a coffee shop with a handsome man named Josh who made the best damned mocha latte in town. He also was a volunteer fireman.
Best of all, no one knew of her double life in Gotham. She had explained away the gunshot wounds in her stomach, left shoulder, and right arm by saying she was caught in the middle of a drug deal gone bad. Her boyfriend had no reason to doubt the story was true. How was he to know the shopping bag on the top shelf of her closet contained a tattered, blood-stained, bullet-riddled catsuit?
It wasn't that Selina was just pretending that she had never been Catwoman, had never blown up a department store, been an accessory to the Ice Princess's murder, and fried Max Schreck to a crisp. She just tried to think about it as little as possible and move on from that nightmare. Her wounds and the damange Max's bullets had inflicted provided constant reminders, though. Several surgeries had repaired her insides and her shattered collarbone, but there were still occasions when the pain could nearly bring her to her knees.
Right now, she felt fine as she lay in the hot water. Steam rose from her exposed skin every time she would move the least little bit. She was so soothed and relaxed that she almost feared falling asleep and drowning herself.
Suddenly, the serenity was shattered when she heard the doorbell.
"sh*t!" she exclaimed, flailing wildly, sloshing water and bubbles in every direction. Finally up right, she stepped out of the tub and took two steps towards the door. The combination of a wet floor and her wet feet sent her sliding out of the bathroom onto her bedroom carpet.
"Ugh," she groaned, trying to get up from the soaked, soapy inprint she had left on her floor. "What a mess."
Once finally upright, she grabbed a robe and pulled it on, not concerned with the fact that she was still very wet. Then she headed to the door. "Okay, damnit, okay!" she shouted, trying to stop the incessant ringing of the doorbell. When she ripped the door open, she was surprised to see Josh standing before her.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you at work?" she quizzed her boyfriend. He just studied her, seeing the soap bubbles still filling her hair and dripping down her legs.
"Problems?" he asked." "Shut up," she grumbled.
As it turned out, Josh had come home early. It was Friday, and he wanted to get ready for a big night he had planned for Selina. Little did she know he had bought tickets for a huge charity gala in Gotham City and was taking her as a surprise. Little did she also know that he didn't know that she never wanted to see that wretched place again. She had no clue what he was planning until the City's skyline came into view.
"Okay, just what the hell is this surprise you've got planned for me?" she asked with more than a trace of hostility as they sat, stuck in traffic. "Wow, simmer down," he said. "Don't tell me to simmer!" she cried angrilly. "What the hell could there possibly be in Gotham City that would make you drag me to that hellhole?"
"I...I.." Josh stammered. "I thought you would enjoy it." He hanged his head. Selina hanged hers as well.
"Look, I'm sorry. You didn't know. I just-"
"No, it's okay," he said, cutting her off. "I know why you hate it. I mean the ganglife and stuff and you getting caught up in that and all. I should have asked you first."
"Well where are we going," she asked. He said nothing, just handing her the tickets. "Millenium Charity Gala, Benefiting The Wayne Foundation," they read.
"Oh God," she said aloud. "Want me to turn back?" he asked.
Selina scanned the deluge of traffic around them. She wanted to say yes, but it simply wasn't practical.
"Let's just go," she sighed. "You bought the tickets, we can't afford to waste the money by not going."
As they slowly trudged along, she propped her elbow up on the door of the car and put her head in her hand. Her heart dropped into her stomach.
"What if he sees me?" she thought to herself.
Another great chapter Catwoman. Your writing has really improved since you've been away.
Presumably the Josh in this chapter is ot the Image Consultant who had his nose bitten by the Penguin? ;)
Also, I can't wait to read some more about the 'new' Catwoman.
Quote from: johnnygobbs on Sat, 21 Jan 2012, 09:06
Another great chapter Catwoman. Your writing has really improved since you've been away.
Presumably the Josh in this chapter is ot the Image Consultant who had his nose bitten by the Penguin? ;)
Also, I can't wait to read some more about the 'new' Catwoman.
so it wasn't good before? >:(
and nope. i said he was handsome. idk about in the uk but in the states being handsome means you have to have a nose. lol.
Quote from: Catwoman on Sat, 21 Jan 2012, 10:04
so it wasn't good before? >:(
That's not what I meant Catwoman... ::)
Quote from: Catwoman on Sat, 21 Jan 2012, 10:04and nope. i said he was handsome. idk about in the uk but in the states being handsome means you have to have a nose. lol.
No, we obviously have different standards of beauty in the UK. We don't have noses and we all have crooked teeth, don't you know? ::)
It's just funny he's got the same name as a previous character. It could be very confusing... ;)
Anyway, what about the new Catwoman, and some more Chip Shreck, the over-sized, spoiled rich dummy (whose birth weight was bigger than his IQ... ;D)?
chapter 4
At the exact same time, Bruce of course was riding with Chase to the same gala at Gotham Center.
"I hope that Gossip Gerty isn't here," Chase said, referencing Gotham's most infamous reporter on the lives of the rich and famous. "I can't stand her. Why can't she get her own life instead of worrying about ours?"
"Come on, Chase," Bruce replied. "It's just her job, same as you have yours." He paused. "In fact, I'd go as far to say as your lines of work are almost the same. One deals with crazed wackos and what makes them tick...and the other is a psychologist." He flashed a sly grin. Chase rolled her eyes as they reached the VIP arrival area. She scanned the red carpet, and sure enough, there was Gerty, sporting a her trademark extravagent hairstyle and dress.
"Oh hell," Chase groaned.
"If it's quite alright, Mr. Wayne," Alfred spoke up from the front seat, "I will wait in the car." "Alfred, we'll be in there for hours, maybe longer," Bruce replied. "Then perhaps I can catch up on some much needed rest," the old butler said with a warm smile as they reached the red carpet.
"Look at all the cameras and reporters," Chase said. "Oh hey, there's your good friend Alexander Knox." Now it was her turn to flash the sly grin and Bruce's turn to roll his eyes with a groan.
As soon as Alfred opened the door, Bruce and Chase were inundated with a barrage of camera flashes and shouts of both of their names.
"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne!" Knox called out. "Hello, lovely Miss Meridian! Or should I say MRS. WAYNE!" Gerty bellowed with her nauseatingly exaggerated laugh.
"I'm going to punch her right in her mouth," Chase said to Bruce through her clenched-teeth grin. "What?" he asked, feigning hurt feelings. "I liked the sound of that."
He smiled as she again rolled her eyes. Then he took her hand and led her up the red carpet, waving at all the photographers and reporters but not appeasing any of them with a soundbyte or a posed photograph. They wanted to get inside before the forecasted rains hit, and if they gave one reporter or photographer what they wanted, they would have given ALL of them what they wanted.
Once inside, they scanned the massive arena. It had been so well prepared for the gala that there was no way a tourist would've known that just two weeks earlier, it had hosted a monster truck meet. Black and white balloons were everywhere, along with banners. A number of small booths were set up around the floor where patrons could play games or buy any number of items made by Gotham City companies, will all the money going to Bruce's foundation.
A wrestling ring was set up in the middle of the arena floor, where local R&B and hip hop groups were providing the night's live entertainment.
"So, do you want a drink or something?" Bruce asked. Chase scanned the very crowded, very loud arena, and looked back at him. "I think I need about 10 or 12 drinks if I'm going to get through this night," she groaned. Bruce laughed and turned to head to the refreshments table, but instead he walked right into one of his fiercest business rivals.
"Bruce my boy, how are you?" Derek Powers said, an uncharacteristic warmth in his eyes and voice. "Derek, what are you doing here?" Bruce asked, taken aback. "Oh, it's for charity," Powers said with a shrug. "Plus, I heard they were going to drag your ass into that ring and I just had to see that."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Derek," Bruce replied with a half-grin, "but no wresting for me tonight. My date is a psychiatrist."
Right about then, Bruce's secretary Andrea Beaumont approached them. "Bruce, the crowd wants to hear from the benefactor of all this fun," the beautiful redhead said. "There's a microphone in the center of that ring. Go on, say a few words."
"Looks like they're dragging your ass in there anyway, Wayne," Powers said as Bruce followed Andrea up to the ring, where the R&B band had been cleared out.
As Bruce climbed in, the assembled crowd roared with applause and cheers...all except for Selina Kyle. She ducked in behind a tall, hulking man standing in front of her to protect her from Bruce's view. Josh tugged at her arm, trying to get her out from behind the man, but she jerked it away and shook her head.
"Good evening, everyone, and thanks for coming," Bruce began. "As you all well know, taking care of those less fortunate has been a hallmark of the Wayne Legacy since long before I was born. Too many people in Gotham are falling behind, being left aside by progress. An event like tonight is designed not only to raise funds for organizations to help these people, but to bring awareness to the plight of the poor here in the city."
He paused, but before he could continue, a shout drew his attention.
"Young man, let go of me!" Mayor Hamilton Hill cried out. "You're making a terrible mistake!"
Everyone gasped as the Mayor came into view with a hooded man's arm wrapped around his throat and a gun pressed against his head. What looked like a bomb was strapped to his chest. "That's right, that's right," the masked intruder called out. "Everyone stay back, stay calm, and you've got nothing to worry about. Anyone makes a slip, though..." He turned up his arm that was grappling the Mayor, revealing a detonator in his hand.
"I want all the women lined up," he said. "Get your pretty little asses and line up next to that wall." Though most of the women - Selina included - heeded his demand, he noticed a few who didn't budge. "I'm not going to ask twice," he said, waving both the pistol and the detonator in the air. The other women hurridly joined the rest.
"Good, good," he said. "That's what I'm looking for, cooperation, and no one will get hurt." "You won't get away with this!" the Mayor called out. "Batman will be here any min-" Before he could finish, the man struck him in the back of the head with the gun, knocking him out cold. Most of the onlookers gasped in terror.
"He'll be fine," the man called out. "Just as long as everyone does what I say and gives me what I want." "And just what is that," Bruce called out from the ring. "That's for me to know, Nancy Boy," the man shot back, "and you to find out here shortly."
He looked around. "And for all you cops just dying to take a shot at me, keep in mind that my reflex will still push this button and blow Mr. Hill to bits." "Don't worry," Bruce said. "I never allow guns at my benefits."
"Too bad you couldn't do anything about this one," the man said, waving his back and forth. Though his face was covered, one could almost hear his hateful smirk in his voice. He walked over to where the women had assembled. He snickered as he saw many of them trembling with fear, openly crying. He pointed his gun at one, then scanned the entire wall with it, terrorizing the women and their dates.
"Which one to choose, which one to choose?" he wondered aloud. He looked each of them up and down, critiquing loudly as he walked by. "Too old. Too fat. Too skinny. Too ugly."
Finally, he reached Selina.
"Hmmm, I think you'll do nicely," he said. "Nicely for what?" Selina said, reddening not from fear for her life but out of horror at the attention drawn to her. "You'll see," he said, cocking the pistol.
He pushed it against Selina's stomach, right onto one of her old wounds. The sensory wire in her brain tripped and her eyes blazed with fury. Before the man had a change to brace himself, she lashed out. The gun went flying in one direction, the detonator in another. She unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks against the man that sent him sagging backwards. Finally, with a vicious blow of her heel against his skull, Selina laid the would-be assassin out cold.
Everyone else stood in shock for a moment, digesting the scene they had just taken in, before pandemonium ensued. Several men gathered around the man, pinning him down until armed police could arrive. One peeled the hood off his bloodied face. He was clearly an outsider, for no one recognized him. Meanwhile, others helped the Mayor to his feet. "This is no bomb," a weapons expert with the Gotham PD declared when he saw the contraption strapped to his chest. "It's no more dangerous than a child's toy." He ripped it off with both of his hands and tossed it aside.
The people not holding the assailant in custody or helping the Mayor had gathered around Selina.
"You saved our lives!" "Who knows what he would have done!" "That was incredible!" "You're my hero!"
Selina's skin turned a deeper red as she became more and more embarassed at all the attention. She scanned the crowd, searching for Josh. She finally caught a glimpse of him and started towards him, when a man stepped in front of her. She ran face first into his chest, nearly falling backwards. When she regained her bearings, she looked up at Bruce Wayne's stunned expression.
"We...we have to talk," he said.
Chapter 5
"I thought you said she was dead," Dick said, gesturing to Selina.
"You said I was dead?" she asked Bruce. "He told me the same thing," Chase spoke up.
"I did it to protect you, in case you came back," he said.
"Good luck straightening this one out, Doc," Dick said to Chase. With that, he walked out and headed down the stairs into the massive den of Wayne Manor. Josh was sitting on one of the couches as Alfred tended the fireside.
"What the hell is all this about?" he demanded. "It's, um..." Dick began. He tried to come up with a good explanation to maybe ward off Josh's curiosity at least a little longer. "It's all quite technical," Alfred spoke up. "Yeah, that's it," Dick added, nodding. "Technical stuff, you wouldn't get it. I don't even get it."
Annoyed, Josh checked his watch and crossed his arms.
Back in Bruce's study, Chase sat down next to Selina. "So, I finally get to meet the famous Catwoman," she said. Selina sighed. "That's ancient history."
"Is it?" Bruce asked. Selina looked up at him. "And just what is that supposed to mean?" she spat.
"Do you know anything about the female avenger murders?" he asked. "Seemed like your calling card." "You're forgetting one thing," she said. "I never killed anyone. Well, except..."
She lowered her head as her voice trailed off.
"So you don't have anything to do with it?" Bruce asked. "How could I?" Selina replied. "This is my first night back in Gotham in seven years. I'd been living back home in Murrysville. My boyfriend bought tickets to your event and dragged me al-" She stopped mid-sentence. Her expression turned to one of horror.
"Josh! He doesn't know anything, does he?" "Not a thing," Chase said, putting her hand on Selina's knee. "Don't worry, he won't find out from us, right Bruce?"
He said nothing. Chase cleared her throat. "RIGHT, Bruce?"
"The Catwoman's crimes in 1992 have gone unsolved because I covered them up," he said. "Like I said, I did it to protect you. That's why I told Dick and Chase you were dead. The official report on what happened in the Penguin's lair says that he claimed to have killed the Catwoman just before he died, after he killed Schreck. I said that to keep people off your trail. I never told the Ice Princess's family that you were involved in her kidnapping and murder. In fact, the only thing linking you to any crimes are the security guards' account of what happened at Shreck's the night you blew it up and surveillance video that showed you backflipping out of the building just before it exploded. Only Max Schreck could have implicated you personally, and you killed him."
He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Out of my love for you, I LIED for you. Held back information. I betrayed my duty to Gotham City so that you could get off scot-free."
"Scot-free?" she asked. "You think I got off scot-free? You think I don't have flashbacks, nightmares, days of unending grief at what I did? Trust me Bruce, I'm serving life in prison. You just can't see the bars."
He looked down for a moment. Finally, he looked back up at her. "Alright. I'll keep the past in the past," he said. "But if you do anything else, I'll have no choice but to arrest you and confess my own transgressions."
Selina nodded in understanding, then looked at Chase. "Can I trust you?" she asked. Chase likewise nodded, clasping Selina's hand in hers. "What was said in this room tonight never leaves it."
Meanwhile, just beyond the outskirts of Gotham City, a black van with darkly tinted windows parked in front of a small one-room farmhouse. "This is definitely it," HIllary said as she, Chip Schreck, and two other men climbed out. They made their way up to the door, where Chip knocked. Inside, they could hear rustling, with the sounds of aluminum cans and glass bottles scattering about the floor as its occupant staggered to the door. After a handful of unlocking clicks, the door opened slightly. A pale, unshaven, gray-haired, lanky man with only one eye poked his head out.
"Yes?" he said in a raspy voice, the scent of alcohol on his breath so strong that it nearly knocked Hillary over.
"Are you Otto Nofsinger?" Chip asked. The man looked at him for a moment. His eye widened and he tried to slam the door shut, but the hulking Schreck forced it back open. He shoved the old man, sending him sprawling back into his chair. Hillary and the two men followed their boss inside.
"Yeah, I'm Nofsinger," the man said. "I don't know how the hell you found me, but you did. Just be sure to tell Boss Martini I'll see him in hell."
"Martini?" Chip asked. "No, we're here about some different business. Something you did about, oh, seven years ago." Nofsinger rubbed the stubble on his chin. "sh*t, that's been a long time ago," he said.
"Maybe this would jog your memory?" Hillary said, holding up a photograph of the Penguin.
Nofsinger's eye again widened. "The Pen...no. I left that circuis gang a long time ago. I don't remember anything about that." "Not even that he brutally executed my father?" Chip asked. Nofsinger shook his head, reaching for his coffee cup. He looked down in it for a moment, then slung the hot liquid onto Chip's face and sprang towards a dresser against the wall. Before Chip could recover or the other men could do anything to stop Nofsinger, he had drawn out a pistol.
He aimed it right at Chip. "Yeah, I know what he did to your dear ol' dad. And I love it," he said with a sneer. Just as he cocked the gun, a whip wrapped tightly around his throat from behind. Choking for air, he dropped the gun and tried to pull it loose, but it only tightened further, nearly crushing his Adam's apple. "How about what he did to my sister?" he heard a woman's voice say.
A sickening sound filled the room as Catwoman snapped Nofsinger's neck. His lifeless body sagged to the floor.
"You don't f*** around, do you?" Chip smirked as he wiped at his face, the skin lightly burnt from Nofsinger's coffee. She said nothing as he turned to Hillary.
"Guess you can strike that one off the list," he said. Hillary withdrew a piece of paper from her pocket. It was the list of the ex-Red Triangle Circuis Gang members. Using a pencil, she marked through Nofsinger's name.
"One down, three to go."
Great stuff Catwoman. Really well written, although I'd have thought that Chip Shreck would have been getting sloshed at the party. Also, I'm surprised that this Catwoman is so brutal.
Any idea when we can expect the next chapter please? ;)
soon. wish other people were reading too though :(
Not to be rude, but...
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did you read the story?
Chapter 6
Selina's heroism at the gala made her a relunctant mini-celebrity. Several news and radio stations in Gotham City tried to book interviews with her, but she declined them all. A few who didn't get the hint managed to find her address in Murrysville and tried to get a scoop. Little did they know she was staying in Josh's home, from which they could both watch the incessant flow of news vans to her driveway, until the media storm blew over.
"Nosy sons of bitches," she said over a glass of orange juice one morning as another van pulled up in front of her house. "Want me to go over there and give them what for?" he asked. She sighed and shook her head.
"I will. Lucky them, they get the big scoop." She put her orange juice down, stood up, and walked over to the couch she had been sleeping on. "It's not far, I'll just walk," she said, picking up her pink lounge pants and pulling them on. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head and walked to the door.
"No shoes?" Josh asked, referencing her bare feet. "Nope," she said. "They want the real Selina Kyle, they're gonna get her." Josh looked at her clean but messy hair, wrinkled t-shirt, and wrinkled pants, which she unwittingly had put on backwards. "You aren't kiddng," he said. Selina flipped him off before heading outside.
As she strolled to her house, she noticed there were no news logos on the van, and there weren't any cameramen around. There was just a solitary woman, blonde like her, knocking at the door.
"Can I help you?" Selina called out, walking up to her. The woman turned towards her. She had a familiar face, though Selina couldn't place where she'd seen her before. "Yes, I'm looking for Selina Kyle," she said. "You found her," Selina replied. "Well yes," said the woman, "but it seems no one is home." "I mean you found her now. I'M Selina Kyle. And you are?"
The woman smiled and stepped off Selina's doorstep out into her grassy lawn. She took Selina's hand in hers. "You're my hero!" she exclaimed. "What you did was fantastic! It's so great to see a woman stand up and be strong for a change, instead of waiting for some Batman to come save her!"
"Gee, where have I heard that before?" Selina thought to herself. Without paying attention, she rolled her eyes. The woman stepped back, a hurt look on her face. "I-I didn't mean to bother you," she said. "Hmm? Oh no you didn't!" Selina replied. "I was just thinking of something from a long time ago that you reminded me of. I'm an idiot, don't pay me any mind."
The woman cocked her head in confusion, like a bewildered puppy, causing Selina to laugh. "So what is your name?" she asked. "Sheena," the woman replied. "Sheena Clifford." "Well nice to know you, Sheena," Selina said. "Do you live or work in Gotham?" "Live there, yes, and you could probably say I work there too," Sheena replied. "Great," Selina said. "We should meet for coffee some day."
"That would be nice," Sheena said. "Anyway, I should be getting home. Here's my number." She scribbled her phone number onto a piece of paper and handed it to Selina. "Okay," Selina said, taking it. She tried to put it in her hip pocket, but there was none there. "Huh?" she asked, looking down. "What the hell?! I put my pants on BACKWARDS?! And Josh knew and didn't say anything! That bastard!" "Josh?" Sheena asked, snapping Selina back to attention. "Oh, he's my boyfriend," she replied, sticking the piece of paper in her back pocket, now up front. "I'm staying at his house up the street," she continued, pointing towards Josh's house, "until news people quit showing up at my house."
"I see," Sheena replied. "Well, I really need to get going. It was nice meeting you." She gave Selina a hug and got into her van. "I'll be talking with you soon," she said with a smile. "Take care." "Bye bye," Selina called out, waving as the van pulled away and headed up the street. "She must think I'm a looney toon," she groaned as it disappeared from view.
Realizing she needed to get back up to Josh's house before anyone else showed up wanting to interview her, she then broke into a jog. Josh was still sitting at their table when she walked in.
"How'd it go?" he asked. Selina just stood, hands on her hips for a moment. Then she took off the pants and threw them in his face.
"Jerk," she said, walking past.
Great stuff Catwoman. Is it possible to have some more descriptions of the characters though? As in what they look like etc?
Quote from: johnnygobbs on Sat, 28 Jan 2012, 11:49
Great stuff Catwoman. Is it possible to have some more descriptions of the characters though? As in what they look like etc?
eh. i've already introduced most of them. i'll find pics of actors or other real people that you can use to guage what they're supposed to look like. except of course for selina, bruce, chase, dick, chip, gordon, alfred, knox, and the rest of the ones you already knew. they all look like they would've looked circa 1999, lol.
here's a 2000 michelle pic, proof she still had it goin on ;)
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Nice pic of Michelle. I look forward to your next chapter and more concerning Chip and the new Catwoman...
Quote from: johnnygobbs on Sat, 28 Jan 2012, 16:21
Nice pic of Michelle. I look forward to your next chapter and more concerning Chip and the new Catwoman...
they're not in it ;)
Gerty? Is that the THE Gerty? THE Gossip Gerty? The first and only time in my life I ever cursed on a screen character like they were real?
Quote from: SilentEnigma on Sat, 28 Jan 2012, 20:49
Gerty? Is that the THE Gerty? THE Gossip Gerty? The first and only time in my life I ever cursed on a screen character like they were real?
the one and the only! and that's was the desired effect in the story too, lol.
Quote from: Catwoman on Sat, 28 Jan 2012, 22:51
Quote from: SilentEnigma on Sat, 28 Jan 2012, 20:49
Gerty? Is that the THE Gerty? THE Gossip Gerty? The first and only time in my life I ever cursed on a screen character like they were real?
the one and the only! and that's was the desired effect in the story too, lol.
Forget that shrill, over-bearing hack. What about 'Gotham's Favourite Son', and this new mysterious Catwoman? :) And who's this 'Sheila Clifford', and why does Selina Kyle recognise her face? What is it about her she recognises? Does she or her beau, Josh think this blonde woman is beautiful?
Quote from: johnnygobbs on Sat, 28 Jan 2012, 23:48
1. And who's this 'Sheila Clifford',
2. and why does Selina Kyle recognise her face?
3. What is it about her she recognises?
4. Does she or her beau, Josh think this blonde woman is beautiful?
1. her name is SHEENA. not sheila. sounds similar, little bit different.
2. you'll see why she does soon.
3. you'll see what she does soon.
4. yes and yes.
I like that it develops returns without ignoring forever; obviously Chase Meridian is there and Batman is acting more social; remember his party in the first film, he hid in the shadows, nobody knew who he was.
I gather she's been following gotham since she left, she knows about Chase and Dick. Realistically seems she would want to leave her old life behind. Most of that was built upon the 'old Selina' and while she didnt become a hero, she's not quite a villain in the sense that the penguin was. Interesting twist that Penguin framed Batman and Batman does the same to the Penguin.
Quote from: riddler on Sun, 29 Jan 2012, 23:04
I like that it develops returns without ignoring forever; obviously Chase Meridian is there and Batman is acting more social; remember his party in the first film, he hid in the shadows, nobody knew who he was.
I gather she's been following gotham since she left, she knows about Chase and Dick. Realistically seems she would want to leave her old life behind. Most of that was built upon the 'old Selina' and while she didnt become a hero, she's not quite a villain in the sense that the penguin was. Interesting twist that Penguin framed Batman and Batman does the same to the Penguin.
except for suggesting selina's been following gotham, you're spot on. she left that all behind, like you said after.
glad you caught the twist. that is expanded on as the story goes on.
When's the next chapter please?
Quote from: johnnygobbs on Wed, 1 Feb 2012, 04:39
When's the next chapter please?
when its written. lol.
I hope there is more of this wonderful fanfiction. :)