catwoman returns - redeux

[johnnygobbs]

i took it out. quit commenting on this off topic sh*t and comment on the story! lol

Write some more chapters instead of fiddling around with your signature and identity then!

[Catwoman]

did you miss the new chapter?

[Batnar]

okae so I'm late.. sue me.

I'm reading the last 3 chapters right now. ^_^

[Catwoman]

and your verdict is?

[Catwoman]

chapter 11

halloween had come and gone and gotham city was well into the first week of november when maggie burton's book event arrived. precipitation continued to fall, but now snow flurries and sleet had joined the rain, making driving conditions extra trecherous. selina had nearly slid off the road twice on her way to the gathering.

she was intrigued by the premise of the book, a young woman trying to make it in the big city. it reminded her of herself. unlike selina, however, the young woman HAD made it and become wealthy and successful. the book interested selina far less than the actual book event itself. she was anxious to meet maggie and to spend time with her. meeting claire mitchell, the lesbian feminist who had written the book and was the star of the event, also intrigued her. many of gotham city's rich and famous women were going to be there as well, so she wasn't sure how well she would fit in, but just by speaking to maggie on the phone, she already felt at ease.

as selina entered the museum, she saw maggie standing right there. maggie recognzied her immediately. "selina! hi!" she called, walking up to her. she signaled one of her friends to follow. maggie gave selina a hug, which took a little bit of shifting by both because of maggie's large tummy. they both giggled at the trouble it took. "selina, this is claire," maggie said, gesturing. claire mitchell was rather tall for a woman with a short, dark haircut and wearing a burgandy pant-suit. selina wondered if she'd overdone it by wearing a black dress when she saw claire's outfit, but was reassured by maggie, who was wearing a white gown.

claire studied selina for a moment. "nice to meet you miss..." she said with with her french-canadian accent, stopping short. "kyle, selina kyle," selina replied. "ah, miss kyle. i've heard that you are tied to bruce wayne, is that correct?" "well..." selina blushed, drawing another giggle from maggie. "well selina, come on! let me introduce you to everyone!" maggie took selina by the arm and was pulling her towards another group of women who were standing and conversing.

suddenly the museum doors burst open. two men stepped in, armed with automatic rifles and sprayed the ceiling with gunfire. the guests all screamed and ducked towards the floor. one, a woman in her late forties, ran for the stairwell. one of the men aimed and shot her in the back. selina watched in horror as the woman tumbled down the stairs to the floor. the other man sprayed a line of bullets just above the heads of the women, destroying several pieces of art.

the two men were joined by several others, also carrying automatic weapons. they lined up along the wall on either side of the door, guns aimed at the crowd. one shouted out the door, but as he was speaking russian, none of the women had any clue what was said. their confusion and anxiety reached a new level seconds later as another figure stepped through the door: a beautiful woman, clad in a red suit, a passive expression on her face. she looked at the men, whom the women assumed were her followers, and barked an order in russian. the men lowered their weapons and scattered, apparently to block any potential exits by the women and any entrances by police. then she turned to the crowd.

"where is maggie burton?" she said with a thick accent. selina grabbed maggie's arm and held it tightly.

the russian woman looked the crowd over, staring sternly into the eyes of each of her hostages. "where is maggie burton?" she said again. selina's grip on maggie's arm tightened even more. again the woman scanned the crowd. "i will not repeat myself again. i will simply eliminate maggie burton by eliminating each of you." she drew a silenced pistol from a holster in her jacket and lowered it to her side. her eyes seemed to burn through every one of the women as they passed over them. finally she aimed the pistol at a younger woman on the far end.

"stop it," maggie said, standing up. "i'm maggie burton." the woman slowly turned to face maggie. the crowd gasped as she aimed her pistol at maggie's pregnant belly. "it's a pleasure," the russian said, walking towards her. she grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her away from the other women, towards the stairwell. claire jumped up and rushed towards them. "let her go!" she cried, grabbing maggie's free arm. the russian turned and fired two shots into claire's stomach. selina, maggie, and everyone else screamed as claire fell backwards. another woman started towards her, but the russian stopped her with a bullet to the chest. as the women scrambled back away from the two bodies, the woman shouted in her native tongue at two of the men. they raised their guns and herded the women into a crowd against a wall as maggie was pulled up the stairwell.

"if you do as i say, i will release you," the russian said to maggie as they climbed the stairs. they came upon a door, which the woman kicked in with ease and dragged maggie through. they climbed more stairs and found themselves at another door, which the russian opened from the inside. it led to a series of catwalks high above the museum floor. "we can't go out there!" maggie screamed. the russian backhanded her across the face and pushed her her out onto one of the catwalks, ordering her forward with the gun to her back. "oh my god!" maggie screamed. below her, the women screamed as well. "maggie, no!" many of them shouted. selina, however, was stunned, frozen as she looked upward.

the russian and maggie had just about gotten a quarter of the way across one catwalk when the glass skyroof above them, which the first two hostage-takers had somehow missed when they'd fired in the air, shattered. glass fell down upon both of them. maggie screamed, almost certain she was going to fall, but the russian didn't flinch. she merely smiled as she watched batman swoop down onto a catwalk just above them. she could see the surprise in his eyes when they met hers. "no...it can't be," she heard him whisper.

batman's mind quickly snapped back onto the situation at hand. he whipped out a batarang. "let her go," he said sternly.

the woman merely smiled and pulled the gun from maggie's back and placed it to the side of her head. "leave us be, batman," she ordered, "or i'll kill her. my men down there will kill the others." batman looked down, scanning the faces of the women. his eyes met selina's. he stared into them for a moment. then he slowly looked back at the woman before tossing the batarang harmlessly behind him.

the woman laughed and moved her pistol from maggie's head towards batman and fired twice. he stumbled off the catwalk but managed to grab the edge with one hand. as he tried to pull himself up, though, the woman shot his wrist, breaking his grip. maggie and the women watched in horror as batman hurtled towards the ground. he slammed onto a large steel ventilation pipe before hitting the floor. selina covered her mouth to keep from screaming, though many of the others screamed, because she wasn't seeing batman. she was seeing bruce, and knew anything that left her mouth in that moment would reveal his identity.

the russian watched batman for a moment. he didn't move. she smiled and called down, again in russian, to the men. all at once they rushed out the door, in effect releasing the women. "and as for you," she said, slowly turning maggie to face her. "i stick to my word. now, i will release you." she tossed the pistol down and grabbed the collar of maggie's gown in both hands. then she shoved her backwards at an angle. she laughed cruelly as she "released" maggie, letting loose on her grip on maggie's gown.

batman, having finally come to, heard maggie's scream. he turned over just in time to watch her fall, arms and legs flailing, and to see her slam down through a glass display case. he looked up towards the ceiling. the russian gave him a little wave and then went on her way, climbing the catwalks and ladders, as she exited the museum.

[johnnygobbs]

Wow Cats.  You've really surpassed yourself this time.  Have you been taking writing classes?  This is some of the best fanfic I have read.  I hope others are reading this stuff.

[Catwoman]

i've got good help. i would get the guy helping me write it to join since he likes batman but his head is so far into a race car (which is why his fake name is a race car driver and me and my sis are catwoman and poison ivy lol) that he wouldn't.

[johnnygobbs]

i've got good help. i would get the guy helping me write it to join since he likes batman but his head is so far into a race car (which is why his fake name is a race car driver and me and my sis are catwoman and poison ivy lol) that he wouldn't.

I thought I was going to help with the story!      

[Batnar]

I agree about surpassing. Sorry I completely forgot to come back with my review. But these were great. And I don't want to sound stagnant with my reviews, but I have to say the same thing about these that I did about the first part of this fanfic... Very well thought out, immersible, imaginative and good follow ups.

I mean seriously, you two can make a profession out of this. I've had a much better time reading this than I ever have with current sloppily written comics over at Marvel. =/

I really wish I had time to draw a full fan fic for you guys.

Keep em' coming Catwoman!  

[Catwoman]