untitled batman fanfic

[Catwoman]

hot indeed. 

[Catwoman]

chapter 2

"did you see that old fart?" the joker laughed maniacilly. "he pissed his pants!" shouted harley. the killers and their moll all laughed coldheartedly recalling the demise of commisoner gordon. "hey boss," said one of the joker's goons. "why didn't you shoot that rich bitch wayne in the head?" "that nancy boy isn't worth it," said the joker. "he was barely worth the slug in his arm." the joker pondered for a moment. "sh*t he wouldn't even have been worth one in the ass!" he slammed his fist on the table and grumbled to himself. harley strutted over to him, still scantilly-clad. "y'know mister j, they say motorcycle riding can clear the mind. she jumped up onto the table, right in the spot he had just hit and shifted into a sexually-prone pose. "why don't ya ride your harley for a little while and get your mind right?" the joker looked at her and climbed onto the table. the goons standing around stood up, expecting to be ordered out of the room. instead, the joker punched harley, knocking her to the floor with a cry. "you're right, all better," the joker said, climbing off the table and leaving the room.

bruce wayne lay on a sofa in the huge living room of wayne manor. the tv was on but he wasn't watching. he just lay stairing up at the ceiling. "master bruce," said alfred. "selina kyle is on the other line." "take a message" bruce replied without looking at alfred. "it was to inform you that she is very sorry, she will not be able to make the 'extravegant' evening you had promised her and wishes to reschedule as soon as possible." bruce said nothing. alfred thought of confronting bruce on his brooding nature of the last few days but thought better of it and just left bruce alone. it'd didn't matter. bruce himself knew he was doing himself no good dwelling on jim's death and that he was doing gotham city no good by just lying on the couch instead of finding the joker and bringing him to justice.

the gotham times headline for the morning had read "where is batman?" an editor for the paper had criticized batman for not showing his face after the murder of such upstanding citizens, including a police department legend. bruce simply had not had it in him to go out as batman since jim's death. he felt ashamed. bullett wounds, broken ribbs, concussions, even temporary blindness had never stopped batman from doing his duty. jim might've been bruce's friend but he was also an officer and though his death wasn't in the line of duty, he knew the risks. perhaps even worse, his absence could lead to the outting of his secret identity if someone thought of bruce's still painful arm injury lasting in almost equal time as batman's absence. he had to go back out, and he would tonight.

"where is batman?! where is our great savior now?! where is the man james gordon entrusted our city?!" district attorney ronald pierce shouted angrilly as he held a press conference in front the gotham court house that evening. "eleven great men are dead and he can't even show his face and tell us why the hell he isn't doing anything about it! i swear to hold this 'man' responsible for this!" as the press bombarded him for a remark pierce turned and walked into the courthouse, an aide joined him. "mr. pierce, that was another stirring press conference," she said. "toots, take your lips off my ass long enough to do something productive. get me some coffee." pierce walked into his office and sprawled into his chair. he was an expert at putting on the crusader facade and wiping it off in an instant to show his arrogant and concieted true colors. as his aide brought his coffee, he looked at a newspaper clipping announcing gordon's death. "hero. my ass." "he helped a lot of people," the aide said. pierce stood up and shoved her against the door. "if i want your opinion i'll give it to you!" he shouted angrilly. "now get the hell out!" the aide hurried out. "stupid bitch," he said. he took a sip of coffee. "hmm, she makes a hell of a cup of joe, though."

that night the aide, named maggie, was walking down the sidewalk towards her apartment. she had brushed off her confrontation with the arrogant and hot tempered pierce and was actually in as good a mood as any good-hearted gothamite could be after gordon's death. as she walked past an alley someone called out. "hey lady. hey lady, come here for a minute." maggie stepped in. "yes?" she asked. suddenly a hand cupped her mouth and dragged her deep into the alley. whoever had her shoved her into some trash cans at the back of the alley and then climbed atop her, ripping her blouse open. she tried to push him off and screamed loudly but he punched her. he was about to rape her when she heard him begin to gargle and choke. he reached for his throat as something around his neck like a noose pulled him back. maggie heard a sickening snap as his head whipped back and watched him sag lifelessly to the ground. looking before her, maggy saw a shadowy figure. "b..b..batman?" she asked. she heard a snicker and a female voice say "damn weak pigeons." the figure began backflipping away from her. it was in the glow of a street light for just a second but she could see that it was a thin, leather-clad woman. she looked at the body in front of her, gasped, and scurried out of the alley holding her shirt together.

climbing into her apartment through her window, catwoman tossed her whip onto her sofa. peeling her mask off, she revealed the beautiful face of selina kyle, bruce wayne's would-be date. "home already, selina?" a voice called. "yes, karen," she replied. karen, selina's assistant and secret lover greeted the leather clad beauty with a cup of tea. selina drank it down and then walked into her bedroom to remove her outfit. when she returned she was wearing a black mini-gown. selina sat onto the sofa, joining karen. selina leaned over and kissed her and then licked her nose in a catlike manner. "mmm brown sugar, tasting just like a black girl should," she said. karen laughed as selina climbed onto her, meowing between kisses.

[Catwoman]

yea i was a lil immature back then with piling on the cussing. plus i based selina a bit off of me, lol.

[Batnar]

wow that was interesting. Especially the last part. I don't know what you were imagining when you wrote this, but i was picturing all the cast from Batman Returns for this, which added to my delight while reading it.

I didn't expect Joker to punch Harley. A good twist of emotions there. If I were him, I would have taken that ride myself, but he is the Joker and one couldn't never know just what he might do next. Very good.

This is definitely more rated R. But it works really well for the fan fic.

I'm really wondering if Selina swings both ways, or if she is only playing Bruce to cover up her true self.  Its going to be very interesting to see Bruce's reaction when he finds out Selina has a taste for the same sex. Will he be bothered? Will he embrace it?
I hope to find out soon enough. Thanks for sharing this. Very good stuff Crystle!

[Catwoman]

well i told johnnygobbs that it was like an r-rated episode of the cartoon, not any of the movies. but thanks!

[Catwoman]

as selina and karen kissed, little did they know that in the skies above them batman had made his return. flying his batjet over gotham city, batman scanned the streets below for any sign of the joker. his hightech bird had long range cameras hooked to high-definition monitors to allow him to pinpoint what was going on with stealth. his batmobile provided a more up-close-and-personal expirience but for now he was just on a night watch. as his camera panned through a dark alley it spotted a shape...a body! batman positioned the silent batjet above one of the city lofts. lowering it to the rooftop, touching down so softly that no one would've noticed even if they were standing with their back turned on that very rooftop, batman opened the canopy and climbed out. "security system - on," he said into a control on his wrist. the batjet was now protected from any potential joyriders with instant but inlethal electric shock welcoming anyone who dared touch it.

batman fired his grappling gun against a higher rooftop alongside the alley where he spotted the body. swooping in, he landed just as quietly as the batjet had. putting his grappler into his utility belt, he walked to the back of the alley where he'd spotted the body. standing over it, he instantly recognized it. it was kurt, a troubled twenty-five year old who had already been convicted twice of rape, one of which batman had stopped himself. batman knelt beside kurt's body. he was obviously dead as his face was pale, his lips blue, his eyes vacant. batman studied his neck. he could see that it had been broken from behind with a rope or a chord or...a WHIP. "selina..." he whispered to himself. as he stood, the censor in his left glove vibrated. he lifted a panel on his glove, revealing a small tv monitor. "alfred?" he asked. the butler's face appeared. "master bruce, i saw this and thought you might find it of interest. alfred's face moved to the side and another image field the screen. it was pierce at the day's news conference. "perhaps you might pay mr. pierce a visit?" alfred asked when it was done. "not now," batman said. "i've got a meeting with selina kyle." "but i thought the date was cancelled," alfred replied. "strictly business," said batman, turning off the monitor and closing his glove.

back in the apartment, selina and karen were now kissing one another passionately. selina had stopped her cat-like screams of pleasure and now was engulfed in one long, passion-filled kiss. karen's eyes opened as she looked up at selina. selina's eyes were open too. she saw karen's eyes move around the room and then to the window. they widened. karen started trying to push selina off and get off the couch. selina pulled off and turned. the sillohuette of batman stood in front of the window. "am i inturrupting?" he asked. "no, not at all," said selina sarcastically. karen scurried backwards into a wall and stood, trembling. "its all right," said selina. "just go in the bedroom and wait for me." karen almost tripped on the carpet as she ran into their room and slammed the door. selina looked down and laughed, shaking her head. then she looked at batman. "what do you want?" "where were you tonight?" he asked. "right here with ka-" "wrong!" he said. he picked up the whip. "you shouldn't leave your handywork lying around." selina brushed him off. "you weren't doing anything so i did." she took the whip from batman and tugged on it it opposite ends, making it snap tight. "i like my way better." she laughed.

"what do you know about the joker?" asked batman. "green hair, white skin, NOT funny," said selina, sitting down. her ruffled mini-gown told batman that he certainly had interrupted. he stayed focused. "i mean where he is, where he's operating." "i dunno," said selina without looking. batman walked towards her. she glared up at him. "you think i care that he killed gordon? ha! i wouldn't shed a tear for that goat if he was my own father." batman looked down at her, saying nothing. her stare softened. "look, bats, i know you and him were like the bed-buddies that saved this town but i don't like people who won't let me be me, have a little..." she stood up and put her arms around his neck. "fun." batman pulled back. she laughed. he turned and walked towards the window. "hey," she called to him. he stopped. "i hope you find the clown before i do...for his sake." batman's acknowledgement was climbing out the window and swinging away with his grappler. selina looked down for a moment as tears welled in her eyes. "is he gone?" she heard karen call. "yes, yes, he's gone," selina replied. she dried her eyes and got her whip and walked into her bedroom, ready to give karen a night of painful pleasure.

pierce sat in his office. he had no idea of the attempted rape of maggie when he called her on his phone. "i need you here. i...i don't care what you did to your ankle. get your pink ass down here NOW!" he slammed the phone down. he could've easily filed the papers on his desk himself but his conceited attitude the position of power had brought him kept him from doing so. he stretched in his chair. "you wanted to see me?" a voice called. he turned around. it was batman. "what the hell are you doing here?" pierce said, standing. "you said you wanted me here. here i am." pierce looked batman up and down and cowered back against his desk. "well, i, uh, yeah i wanted you here. i want you to answer for allowing james gordon's killer to go free." "give me three days," said batman, "and i'll give you the joker." "i'll set the deadlines here," said pierce arrogantly. batman stepped towards him. "uh, i'll give you three, though, just to see if you can really do it." batman turned and left the same way he'd left selina's apartment. as he left the door opened. pierce turned quickly. it was maggie. "what are you doing here?" he said. "uh...you called for me," she said, confused. pierce looked around for a moment. "well i don't need you anymore. go home." maggie opened her mouth to speak but then turned and hurried out before pierce changed his mind.

pierce picked up his phone and dialed a number. "it's pierce," he said when the person on the other end answered. "the batman was just here." he listened for a moment. "what difference does it make?! he was here!" he listened again. "look, i don't want excuses," he said. "i want the batman in a box with gordon. that was the agreement." the voice on the other end spoke for a moment while pierce listened. "wait a minute, don't go threatening me. i hired you, you pissy little bitch. i -" he was stopped short as the person on the other end raised their voice. "listen to me. i'll add 50% onto what i'm already paying you. i want the batman DEAD goddammit." he listened some more. "oh no you don't," he said with a confident smile. "don't try to blackmail me. i'll rip you apart." the other end continued. "i don't care if you are the joker's moll. i hired you and i've got half the gotham city pd eating out of my hand. you jack with me,  you and the joker will be at the bottom of gotham bay." whoever was on the other line hung up. pierce took the reciever from his ear and looked at it, then hung it up.

[johnnygobbs]

That's great Catwoman.  You seem to be getting very positive feedback for your fanfic.  Just give it time and you'll get some response for this chapter too.   

[Batnar]

Hey very good read. It has me wondering and curious about Batman's feelings towards Selina. He seemed a bit conflicted with Selina's fun hour with Karen. I was beginning to feel Selina was becoming really heartless until the tears built up in her eyes.. Now we got something!
Very satisfying.

And the Joker's mole eh? Very intriguing. You have a great way of delivering cliff hangers that make a reader want to learn more.  Which is a great quality in a writer's ability.

This is good stuff. No lie. Worthy of a graphic novel or comic series OR animation. I can picture all these scenarios in panels.

Great job. Definitely look forward to more of your writing. Keep it up. 

[Catwoman]

moll. like the old mobs had a girl that was their moll. its harley, lol.

[Catwoman]

three weeks had passed since commisioner gordon's death. the joker hadn't been seen since but his goons had made their regular rounds throughout the nights. batman's return to action had taken some of them out of circulation, but several minor crimes, no worse than robberies and assaults, had been commited. batman had left the goons to the gotham pd. his focus was on getting the joker. he spent many a night scouting the city from rooftops and from the batjet but there was nary a sign of his foe. the joker was safely in his hideout, converted from the basement of an abandoned dockside warehouse. he would stay alone most of the time, in an adjacent room to the main meeting area of the hideout. outside of his occasional maniacal laughter when an awful idea crossed his mind, it was eerily quiet. harley quinn had also stayed out of sight, and on this given night she was alone in her own room.

sitting in a chair in a t-shirt and shorts, harley looked neither like the brilliant and effective psyciatrist harleen quinzel or joker's psycotic moll, wearing her red and black court jester's outfit. she just looked like a cute 20-something-year-old woman playing with her blonde pigtails. harley wasn't easilly entertained, though. "this sucks. i'm soooo bored," she thought to herself. "hmmm, maybe my puddin' could use a lil lovin'," she thought. jumping out of her chair harley bounced over to the door and went across the hall to the joker's room. she knocked on the door. "hello? puddin'? its your lovin' gal!" there was no response. she knocked again. "puddin'? hellooooooo. mister j?" still nothing. harley turned the knob. it was open. harley thought nothing of it as she walked in.

the joker's room was fitting of a madman: very unkept. clothes, papers, books, video tapes, weapons, and many of the joker's killer gags were scattered across desks, the floor, several shelves, and on his bed, which was empty. harley's puddin' wasn't around, so she thought it would be safe to snoop. stepping carefully, make sure the soles of her bare feet didn't find their way onto something pointy or sharp, harley scanned the room. she saw a small toy soldier lying on his bed. she giggled. "what's this?" she picked it up. she wound it up and sat it down. the soldier pointed it's gun at the wall and began shooting. harley dove to the floor, covering her head. once the shooting was over she turned and looked at the wall, now with several small holes. she jumped up and grabbed the toy soldier. "what the hell is this for?!" she tossed it back onto the bed. it landed beside a video tape. harley picked it up. "oooooo my finest hour," she said, reading the label out loud. harley slipped the tape into her bra and tiptoed out of the joker's room back to her's.

she put the tape into her vcr and bounced into her chair, grabbing a juice box and sticking the straw into it. hitting play, she watched the tv intently, sucking on her juice box. it was the surveillence tape from the ball. "hey there's me!" she said at the sight of her moving up to the stage. the tape played out just as she remembered it. the wall exploded, and all but her dove to the ground. the goons rushed in shooting. the joker bounced in on her pogo stick. she ripped her clothes off. harley smiled as she watched. she leaned in as the joker raised his pogo stick on the screen. "here it comes," she gleefully giggled. commisoner gordon backed up, hand on his heart. "here it comes!" commisioner gordon's death played out on the screen. harley watched it and watched the joker shoot bruce wayne in the arm. her glee faded as she watched. she dropped her juice box to the floor. her mouth opened in horror and disbelief at what was taking place on her tv monitor. there was no sound, just images, but harley covered her mouth, horrified. the last remnants of harleen quinzel, the last little bit of good left in harley, had come to the surface.

she began sobbing. "what have i done?!" she asked herself through tears. "what have i become?" she buried her head in her hands. "oh God. what have i done?!" she cried and cried till she couldn't cry anymore. drying her soaked face with her t-shirt, she thought to herself, "i've got to get out of here." she sprung up and began filling two suitcases. one held the belongings of harley quinn, her boxing glove gun, her "bang" pistol, and her red and black outfit. the other held her normal clothes, a teddy bear, and other signs of the young sweet girl she had been and felt she was again. pulling on some tennis shoes, she grabbed her bags and hurried out. she escaped without the joker, who had been in the bathroom, or any of the goons noticing, but she'd made a fatal mistake: she had forgotten to return the tape to the joker's room.

harley rushed down to the bus stop and sat down on a bench. another young blonde was sitting with her. it was maggie. "where are you heading?" maggie asked? "away from here," said harley nervously. "me too," said maggie. harley was comforted in having another young woman wanting to break away from the dark world of gotham city alongside her. "what are you running from?" maggie asked. "i'm not running away from anything!" she said defensively. "okay," maggie said, not pressing the issue. "what about you?" harley asked. "all of it," she said. "the corruption, the hate, the depression. i hate this city. it's an awful, awful place." she lowered her head. "im with you, sister," said harley. they looked at one another and smiled. a voice called from behind. "hey, you two, you're wastin' your time." "what do you mean? maggie asked" "bus ain't running today." "sh*t," said harley. "we can always stay in my apartment till tommorow," maggie said. "are you sure?" asked harley. maggie took one of the bags from harley, who noticed maggie had none of her own. "follow me," said maggie.