Part 3 of Series: Only a Universe Between us - A CrossOver Series
Part 1: Let's Keep This Between Us (Batman/Supergirl)
Part 2: You Complete Us (Deadpool/Harley Quinn)
(Stories overlap one another - and do follow that order.)
Selina's POV
My hand shook as I raised the tumbler filled with copper colored liquid to my lips. I took a light sip and placed the glass back down on the bar top, rubbing at my fingers in an attempt to stop the tremors coursing through them. How many drinks was that now? Six, seven? It honestly hadn't mattered; it wasn't like alcohol even had any kind of effect on me anymore. I ran a hand through my blonde locks, my eyes scanning past the bar top and up to the mirror, my orbs of blue staring back at me as I took another drink and then suddenly, my eyes shifted as I felt a body approaching me. The man leaned on the bar top – mere inches from me as I eyed his belt buckle and then scanned my way up to his face, bringing the glass back up to my lips to finish it off.
"You here alone, Darlin'?" he asked and I rolled my eyes, looking forward and not bothering to gratify him with eye contact.
"My date is in the bathroom," I said, my words laced with monotone. The man smirked as he inched closer, my eyes dropping to gaze at his proximity.
"Well, he must have been in the bathroom for the past hour," the man said with a smirk and I finally lifted my eyes to his with a devilish smirk.
"So, you're a stalker too, you're off to a wonderful start," I said, lacing my words with poison as I stared on at him, grabbing an ice cube from the glass and gliding it across my lips. The man suddenly grabbed my leather-clad arm, which made my eyes narrow.
"Look Sweetheart, we're all adults here; why don't ya let me take ya somewhere else aside from this hellhole?" My jaw clenched, my hands formed slowly into fists, and a light growl started to form in the back of my throat. The man's eyebrows furrowed as he stared on at me.
"Are you-,are you…growling?" he asked.
Three years ago…
My name is Selina Kyle and I am an expert at…acquiring things of an expensive nature. I'm something like Robin Hood, I steal from the rich and give to the-well, I just steal from the rich, or even the poor really – whoever has what I want or what I need. In another life, I go by the name Catwoman. Why a cat? Well that depends on what story you believe. Some will say it is because I am a "cat burglar" of sorts, others will say I move like a cat in the night, or others will say I am just as crazy as every other costumed individual calling Gotham City home. I'd say, everyone is pretty much right, more or less.
If you were to see me prowling the night, you'd see me in my infamous Catwoman costume, which consisted of: goggles, cat ears, a blacked-out, skin-tight, cat-suit, boots (no heel, that's a rumor I'd like to put to rest, as sexy as hell as that'd be – can't imagine trying to scale buildings in those things), and gloves that may or may not have glass cutters sewn into the fingertips. My weapon of choice? A bullwhip. My objective isn't to kill anyone, but I would if I had to. Self-preservation at his finest.
If you also knew anything about me, you would have heard about my on again, off again relationship with the Batman. We played that game of cat and mouse for years and good God did we have some good times. I'd steal something, he'd chase off after me in an attempt to get it back, I'd work my female magic, he'd tell me that I'm a better person than I think I am, and then eventually I'd get away – and he'd let me. This went on like this, I am not even kidding, for years. Sure there were plenty of sexy moments, action, suspense, in and out of costume as it were, and did I love him? Of course I did, but I think I was more in love with what we he had then the man behind the Bat, when you boil it down. We just were two different peas from two very different pods, and whatever he thought…there was just no way I'd ever be able to be a complete "good guy", it just isn't in my chemical make-up.
So, I moved on…he moved on, boy did he move on. I had just caught word that Batman was in fact shacking it up with Supergirl lately, which completely blew my mind. I mean, I knew he always had a thing for blondes, but the non-human variety? I should be really focusing right now however, considering that I was perched upon a gargoyle outside of the Merlotte crew's hide out waiting for the last goon to leave.
I laid on my stomach, my legs gripping to either side of the gargoyle statue, my chin resting atop my hand as I let out a deep sigh. This was one of those many moments that I wished I had gadgets like Batman. I could just grapple hook my way in there, drop a smoke bomb, grab the cash and be out of there before they could say, 'Meow'. I, however, was about 3 billion dollars short of the fortune that Batman maintained to continually afford said gadgets. My head slowly moved to rest atop my forearms until suddenly, it perked up, noticing the last guy finally leaving.
"Finally," I said to myself as I wrapped my whip around the gargoyle statue and lowered myself upside down to align with the window.
I extended my hand and used the claws within my glove to cut a hole big enough for me to slip through. I idly pushed the circle of glass free from the rest as I shot out a hand to grab it before it crashed to the ground. I gave the whip a tug as it loosened from the statue and slipped through the hole, landing on the ground with a very light thud. I knelt down to set the piece of glass on the ground without a sound and then stood up, winding the whip around my torso.
I reached up to flip a switch on the side of my goggles that allowed me to have night vision. I looked around the floor of the building that I was on, realizing I was a few floors to high.
"Damn," I whispered to myself as I began to look for the stairs. As I neared a door I thought was my best bet, my senses must have been off tonight, I'd blame the distraction on thinking about Batman with the Kryptonian school girl. I said I was distracted because suddenly, a man as big as a house started charging at me like a linebacker and I had about 0.03 seconds to avoid being tackled by him. I was about 0.04 seconds too late with my dodge as his body collided into my own and he sent me flying out the nearest window.
My eyes widened behind my goggles as panic immediately started consuming me, my body suddenly airborne. My head started darting in complete disorder around me, trying to find something, anything to latch onto. I undid the whip on my torso and snapped it towards a nearby corner of the building but it wasn't enough leverage and I was out of time. I closed my eyes as my body then collided with the pavement.
To say I was near death was an understatement. Nearly every bone in my body was broken and it was a wonder that I hadn't snapped my neck in two. As I laid there, I could barely even focus my eyes; much less feel any part of my body, which was probably a good thing. I tried to use my mouth to yell for help, but all I succeeded with doing was lying there now with my mouth agape unable to close it again. A single tear started to escape my eye when suddenly; I started to hear about a dozen different 'meow' sounds surrounding me.
My vision was blurry, but from what I could make out, dozens of alley cats started to walk around me, occasionally licking at my face and any other bits of exposed flesh on my body. It was one cat in particular who sat a moment, staring at me, canting its head back and forth. It was silver and spotted with black; the tip of its tail a one solid piece of black like someone dipped it in a can of paint. It's green eyes blinked once before it slowly made its way over to me and its mouth was suddenly over my own, and my whole world went black.
When I came to, it was with a large and audible intake of breath as my body sat straight up, hyperventilating. I quickly looked around myself, feeling my body with my hands, suddenly realizing that I was not broken. None of me was, in fact. I scurried to my feet and began to run, my legs pumping as hard as they possibly could until I reached the fire escape of my apartment building. I jumped and leaped up each set of stairs until I got to the window of my apartment. My grey cat Isis was there immediately to greet me with a purr as she began to rub herself on my legs, a little more than usual actually.
"Easy, girl," I said, as I whipped off my goggles and cat ears, my curly blonde locks popping out in disarray as I rushed to the nearest mirror. My eyebrows furrowed further as I stared at my reflection. I had light bruises, but other than that, I was completely fine. How was this even possible? I undid the zipper of my cat suit to further inspect my body and my chest began to heave as I was visually watching my bruises become lighter and lighter. I bit my lip and ran into the kitchen, fumbling with the handle for the drawer as I damn near ripped it from its runner. I grabbed the first knife I saw and raised it to my arm, my chest still heaving. I pursed my lips together and dragged the knife across my arm with a grimace, the familiar crimson liquid escaping.
My eyes grew as wide as saucers as I watched the cut that I had just inflicted on myself slowly start to heal itself and I dropped the knife, my body backing up until it hit into the sink, confusion overwhelming me. I should have been dead in that alleyway, how did this even happen? Suddenly, the power to the entire apartment disappeared and I closed my eyes with a sigh. Apparently, I had forgotten to pay the electric bill again. I heard Isis meow in protest as I opened my eyes to look down at her, only to find that I could see her plain as day, but in a slight green hue…as if-I glanced over to see my goggles were lying on the floor several feet away. My chest began to heave again as I rubbed my temples and began to pace.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled, clenching my fists.
Present day…
I was in fact growling, as this walking douche bag was beginning to get under my skin. I started to stand from my stool, my own hand wrapping around his as it began to squeeze. The man's face began to form into a grimace, when suddenly another man stepped in between us, his hand lightly placing atop my own.
"Hey babe, sorry I took so long, I actually got a phone call while I was back there," the man said to me as my face contorted into confusion and deeper anger. The man had dark hair and a mutton chop type of beard and as I scanned further, I noticed his jeans, flannel shirt and leather jacket and it made me even more confused. I opened my mouth to retort and he bent down, slipping his face next to mine to hide his mouth from the other man. His lips pressed against my ear and I attempted to pull away, but his other hand rose to keep me put. Holy hell, this guy was strong.
"I know…what you are, and I suggest you play along to keep yourself from doing something stupid," he said to me and my eyebrows rose. How did he know? I couldn't afford to not believe him as I cleared my throat. The mystery man backed away and stared down at the douchebag. I stood from my stool, glaring on at the sorry excuse for a male existence and I bent forward, speaking through gritted teeth.
"You're lucky he came back or I would've broken your fucking arm," I growled as the man's eyes widened, looking from me to the leather-clad lumberjack. I felt my arm being tugged then.
"Come on, I got us a table in the back," he said as he escorted us to the back corner of the establishment and all but shoved me in the seat opposite him. I let out a grunt as my body hit into the chair and I ran a hand through my hair, glaring over at him as he sat down and lit up a cigar.
"Who are you anyway, and how-," I leaned forward before saying the next part, "how do you know what I am?" I asked, trying to hide the idle bit of fear starting to consume me. He puffed on the cigar a few times before resting it between his teeth, his form leaning back into the chair.
"My name is Logan, but more importantly who are you? I've never seen you around here before, and trust me, I'd know. New here and already acting like an idiot, great start," he said as he reached for his beer, only taking a break from the cigar long enough to swig back some of its contents. I scoffed at him and his words as I crossed my arms across my chest.
"That asshole was about to try and assault me, what did you want me to do, scream? Play the helpless little victim?" I asked, rolling my eyes at the thought. He looked from left to right and then nodded once.
"Actually, yeah…anything to not draw attention to yourself." He leaned forward then, his nostrils flaring as he seemed to be…was he sniffing me? All of the emotion suddenly dropped from his face and he nearly dropped the cigar from his mouth before he took it into his hand. I eyed him suspiciously.
"What the hell is your problem and why are you smelling me?" I asked, lifting up each of my arms to do a quick test. My eyes then moved past him to watch as the douchebag approached, followed by four of his friends.
"We have company," I said, not taking my eyes off the five men. Logan looked over his shoulder and let his head drop for a moment with a sigh.
"Shit," was all Logan said before the men approached, cracking their knuckles.
"I hope you're ready to pay for your girl's wicked little mouth here, guy," the douchebag said as Logan smirked, still holding the cigar in his mouth.
"Well then, it is just like any other Tuesday, bub," Logan said and I rolled my eyes at him before one of the men moved in to attack Logan as he immediately raised his fist in an uppercut that instantly incapacitated him. Wow, just from an uppercut? That didn't make any-but before I was able to finish my thought, I saw one of the men approach me. I didn't give him time to make any kind of decisions as I leaped from the table and threw a punch right across his face. It was when another man started to approach from behind me with a knife that I lost my cool. Five silver colored, slightly curled claws suddenly protruded over my fingernails as I turned and slashed down the entire front side of the man, sending him toppling back, screaming like a little girl.
Logan whirled around, eyes wide as he looked on at me and then down to the bloodied claws of my hand.
"Shit," he said as he grabbed onto my arm and started pulling me towards the back door.
"We need to get the hell out of here!" he yelled as he continued to pull me, and I let him as I was too shocked at what I just did and my hand was throbbing in pain. We ran from the bar and out into the parking lot as he led me over to a motorcycle.
"Get on!" he yelled to me and I hesitated for just a moment before I crawled on behind him. He roared the engine to life as he looked over his shoulder and lifted up my hand with the crawls still extracted.
"We…need to talk,"was all he said before we took off into the night with a growl of the engine.