A black cat alighted upon the fence in the alley, watching the night sky. His tail twitched eagerly, awaiting the arrival of his master. A flutter of movement obscured the sky only for a moment, and the cat leaped up on a fire escape, running after the shadow. He glanced behind his shoulder, delighted at the sight of the teen in pursuit. For now, he was the hunter; it was deliciously ironic that he would soon become the hunted.
The Queen leaped agilely to the rooftop of the pet store; exactly where they wanted to be. The cat spun around, pouncing on the boy and scratching furiously at his face. The feline hissed with joy as the boy cried out, clawing blindly at the small creature that attacked him.
"Hecate, now!" The cat snarled triumphantly as he pushed off the boy's chest, landing beside him. He winced as there was a blinding flash of light, the momentary unconsciousness and the following feeling of vertigo. Hecate took a deep breath, stretching out his limbs. They were longer, leaner.
He found that laying on his back was somewhat comfortable, at least in this form. He opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. He didn't appreciate the weakness of this vision, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Slowly he rose, wincing at the pain of his onslaught. He knew the scars would heal soon; a trifle sacrifice for the greater good of the plan.
"Hecate? Hecate, dear, is that you?" He turned to look at the Queen, though she wasn't so big now.
He nodded, struggling with the human voice. "Yes, majesty, it is me."
The Queen grinned wickedly. "Then our plan has succeeded!" She walked forward, ruffling his new black hair. "Now, you know what to do, Robin."
Hecate grinned with the boy's face, saying, "Yes, Catwoman." With that infuriating, mischievous chuckle, he turned and trotted back across the rooftop. Catwoman snarled with glee, crouching down to pick up the limp, unconscious cat at her feet.
It's going to be difficult remembering he's not my precious Hecate, she thought, cuddling the black cat in her arms. What a surprise he'll be in for when he awakes! She purred and strode calmly to the machine, pressing a button as the hologram disguised it. She chuckled as she carried the sleeping cat, into the silent pet shop that led to her secret lair.
Batman frowned as the Boy Wonder looked up at him. There was something… different about his protégé. The Penguin struggled in his bindings, muttering against the gag in his mouth. Batman ignored him, saying, "Robin, are you… alright?"
Robin didn't seem surprised by Batman's voiced worry. "I… the Catwoman, while we were fighting, knocked me unconscious briefly and… I think I got a little amnesia. I don't remember my real name, or yours, or really anything except that you're Batman and I'm Robin."
Batman narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but he appeared to buy the story. "Your memory should be refreshed when we get back to the cave. For now, how did Catwoman get away?"
"When I woke up, Hecate attacked me. I tried to get him off, but when I did, she was gone."
"Who?"
"Her cat. I… heard her call him… Hecate."
Batman, without a word, motioned to Robin's motorcycle. "The police will be here soon. It's best we leave."
Robin nodded, walking slowly to the bike. He followed the batmobile diligently back to the cave, though Batman was still suspicious.