AN. This is a Selina centric story. Bruce Wayne will have a scene at the very end.
Chapter One
Gotham City
Six months after the events of Dangerous Obsessions
8:00PM
The side door of the nightclub was opened and Selina Kyle was unceremoniously thrown out into the alley. The two thugs that threw her through the door followed and forced her back to her knees as she tried to get up. Two more men quickly joined
"Humph, It looks like you're out of lives kitty cat," one of the thugs said.
"Stow it. This is the part where I do the talking," his boss declared then looked down at Selina. He was a big guy who went by the name of Sylvester, the club owner and the guy standing next to him was Scotty, the club manager.
"So you're the one who has been stealing the profits from my club?"
"If your safe wasn't so easy to get into, maybe your profits wouldn't be so easy to steal."
Enraged by her retort, Sylvester delivered a hard slap to her face. Selina took the hit like a champ and didn't shed a single tear.
"This is the end of the line for you, Cat. Your death tonight will serve as a message to all of your fellow gutter trash brats not to mess with my business. In fact you will have a sign around your neck that will state that message loud and clear," Sylvester said then pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Selina's forehead. "Any last words?" Selina took notice of the red dot that suddenly appeared on his head.
"Uh, I think something just landed between your eyes."
"What are you-,"
The next thing Selina saw was Sylvester's head snapping back and the pistol falling from his hand as he fell to the ground Three more shots followed in quick succession and Scotty and the thugs restraining her fell too. Selina spun around and saw four figures emerging from behind the trash piles and walking towards her, sweeping the area as they approached.
All black attire, tactical gear, facemasks, helmets with those ominus red glowing infrared night vision googles, M-23 assault rifles and black American flag and unit patches on their right sleeves. Yep, there was no mistaking who these men were and who sent them.
"Nice timing fellas."
"Are you alright?" the team leader asked.
"Yeah, so does the Ice Queen have a job for me or what? It's been a while since I signed the dotted line at the five sided foxhole."
"Affirmative, let's go. We got a jet waiting for you at Marvin."
Once in the up-armored Chevy Suburban and on the move, the team leader and his men lowered their masks. "I am Major Reddington, U.S. Army. Nice to meet you, Selina."
"Same here. I saw the footage of your raid on that warehouse by the docks when I was at the Pentagon on the day I joined. Good job saving those girls."
"Thanks, we took out twenty-seven men in total and I personally gave the ringleader five to the chest and one to the head after my team got the girls to safety. His name was Officer Obrien."
"Dirty cops, the GCPD is full of them. But there is one I do have a small modicum of respect for."
"Ah yes, Detective James Gordon. I hear he has finally returned to the force."
"Yay," Selina replied in a dismissive tone.
With nothing else to talk about, Selina just sat back and focused on enjoying the ride with her rescuers from Division Nineteen.
Once they reached Marvin Air Force Base, Selina boarded the waiting Gulfstream G-650 and was off to her first assignment as a Division Nineteen operator.
When the pilot asked if she wanted to know where she was going, she told him to let it be a surprise.
Shortly after takeoff, Selina reached for the two bags in the compartment above her, one was labeled attire and the other one said gear and weapons. The first one consisted of her unit issued battle dress uniform consisting of all black boots, pants and a jacket that looked like more polished versions of what she was already wearing, the only difference was her BDU jacket had a black American flag patch sewed onto it. After changing in the restroom, she returned to the cabin to perform a pre-mission check of her gear and weapons. She would check them again before landing too.
Satisfied that everything was good to go, Selina went to lay on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. As much as she would've loved for Bruce to be along on this trip, she couldn't deny that there was something special about having an entire plane to herself.