Ok, so this chapter may be a bit short compared to the others I will try and prolong but only because this is a bit like an introduction chapter which brings you up to date with the characters and happenings... Anyways, I think that I have quick a good cliffhanger at the end of this chapter... All that aside... Enjoy!
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I wonder what danger will face me tonight... Selina Kyle thought to herself as she seductively slipped her feeble figure into her black latex skin-tight costume that would hug her breasts.
Her short black yet beautiful hair fit snugly underneath her black cat mask with goggles that contained orange tinted glass as the lens. Tucking her high heels underneath her trouser leg she hastily applied her metal cat claws, preparing for the long night ahead. She had been planning this one for months.
Arkham city pry its inhabitants of their meaning in life, with regular food drops, Selina would have to get there quick to avoid being caught by a cluster of goons and god knows what would happen to her, if such an event were to arise. With such a sleek body and tender breasts she was one of the very rare admirable women left in Arkham, she had to be aware of her surroundings at all times in case something abrupt were to happen leaving her injured or captured.
She applied her cat ears with great care making sure that they looked in place on her head. It didn't really matter but she still portrayed everyday feminine instincts, look good at all time no matter who might see you.
Everything seems to be done. Now, out on the prowl is my game. Watch out boys, because I'm coming for ya!
She slipped out of the window of her apartment, in doing so she found herself involuntarily choking on the dirty air fumes of the Arkham world. How she wished that they would just rid of the unnecessary 24/7 patrolling copters.
She clanged her titanium steel claws together for effect, it would always bring back fond memories of Gotham. The, what seemed to be, far off land that separated good from evil. How she had longed to be back where she belonged, but she had settled here now and it proved a challenge for her everyday which she had craved back in Gotham.
Briskly, she strutted through the rooftops of the three-storied buildings. Her fragile frame allowing her to continue with everyday life undiscovered. She had Poison Ivy and Two-Face after her, along with the rest of 'em.
Cricking her neck and clicking her knuckles she prepared to dive down into what seemed an alley where two goons subsided.
"This should be fun..." Selina mused to herself before taking the plunge.
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A few moments later and the combat was in full swing.
"It's Catwoman!" Exclaimed one of the goons, alerting a few more to weave their way through the tight alleyways and assist them in combat.
"That's my name, don't wear it out."
"That's enough of your snide remarks, Bitch!"
"Quite a few complex words there sweetie, don't use them all at once." remarked Catwoman as she swiftly ducked to avoid a full-on bang to the face.
Gingerly, she paced to the goons, grabbing one of their heads, she used it as a boost to retrieve her goal of getting behind them. Therefore, she could prep herself for a quick attack. With all the power in her right leg, she quickly snapped out a cluster of kicks.
Only managing to dodge one, the goon, who was distinctively owned by Two-Face you could tell because of the gruesome toothpaste tube suits, fell onto the floor into a limp heap of mere flesh. As a result of this the other goon fled.
"Now, now. Come back to mummy, scaredy cat!" joked Catwoman.
Quickly she sped round the corner to catch up with him. She didn't. To the goon's misfortune she had remembered her bolas. Throwing them with a strong arm, they were right on target. The goon fell down to the floor in agony.
"My ankle!" Cried the goon.
"I did tell you not to run..." said the now cackling anti-heroine.
And with one vicious stamp to the head, he was out cold on the floor.
Now, Selina did not need to do any of this, but she got a kick out of this type of stuff. Taking an involuntary stumble backwards she headed off in the direction of this big job she had been looking forward to.
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Meanwhile, in the lair of Poison Ivy...
"I have anticipated an attack on the steel mill, tonight. We must fulfil our pledge to Harley to help protect her." Demanded Ivy.
Her hypnotised minions nodded in agreement.
"I have alerted Harley and said that we will aid in warding off the intruder. It is currently unknown who it will be but, they mean business so be prepared."
And with the flick of a hand Ivy had been consumed by a flower which took her the fast underground route to the steel mill. Leaving her troops to make their own way.
Little did Ivy know that the attack tonight wasn't going to occur as big as expected. Yes, there will be things stolen. But, who will notice the importance of these things first?
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The smell of annoyance and somewhat pickles... filled the air in the rotting wooden building. Without Mr. J, Harley ruled the joint and boy did she plan to bring this city and its inhabitants down to their knees in worship of herself. Most people already feared Harley, but there were still a select few that needed setting straight.
In a high pitched tone Harley belted out "Now, I have been informed of an attack tonight! Load up your guns, patrol intensely and if you see an intruder... Shoot 'em in the face!"
The inmates obeyed their orders from the feisty Quinn who ruled over them with an iron hammer.
"Show no mercy!" Continued Harley "Especially if its that thieving scum, The Cat!"
Selina did not know what she had just let herself in for... For Harley always got her way... Tonight that rule was going to change, Catwoman shall prevail and get what she wants for a change...
The meeting in the room dispersed immediately. Muttering could be heard among the inmates.
"I really wish that Harley would just be quiet for once. Her voice grinds on your ear drums, I mean how did it get like that?"
"I know right... I hope that the opportunity will arise for me to 'shoot her in the face'!" saying that last bit in a high pitched squeaky voice, taking the piss out of Harley.
If she had heard any of the feelings or conversations that went on in this establishment she would be the only one left...
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Why am I all alone in this world? Everything in this place has a group of friends but I am mostly hated by everyone... If only someone with the same interests or attitude as me would come along I would be more than happy.
Catwoman sat on a gargoyle on a high building which overlooked Arkham, in intense thought at where exactly it was her social life was going. And the only answer she could come up with was, Not very well... at all.
I mean when was the last time I even had a friend? I am shunned by this whole city and with Bruce nowhere to be found I truly am alone... Or even a friendly conversation with someone?
The raven haired bombshell was all alone. She was experiencing the downsides of being a thief, hated by everybody. When she was around people she emanated a smell of mistrust and disbelief. What was she to do? She lacked that person in her life that understood her situation. Interlinking her hands and resting them underneath her chin she slumped onto her knees.
After numerous minutes she spoke.
"Is that burning I smell?" She thought aloud to herself.
I'm not a dog but, I can sniff out the source... In a result of doing so it pointed right to the location of tonight's big robbery. The Steel Mill.
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"Thank you sir for the smooth journey." Pleaded the new arrivee in Arkham.
"Well, thats a first. A thanks for being brought here. Your welcome, ma'am." replied the copter pilot.
She watched the copter take off into the sky again. Cursing under her breath she walked off in the direction that looked the most dangerous.
"It's about time someone cleaned up these streets." pleaded this mysterious character to herself.
Her glossy shoulder-length black hair bounced as she ran in the direction of the steel mill. The heel on her boots banged against the floor to generate a clopping sound. Her earrings pulled down on her ear lobes, it was unnoticeable though.
Jumping 9ft onto a building, this young woman obviously meant business. But, was it bad or good business?! And who will she be in alliance with? Surely, whoever she sided with would be the winning side and will be showed some respect in the coming weeks and possibly months that she will be living in Arkham.
She craved for danger and wiped fear from her mind. She believed that fear should be forgotten and friends should not be made, unless in extraordinary consequences.
Who is this mysterious character and will she succeed in 'cleaning these streets'? Will Catwoman find the friend that she so badly craves? And will Ivy manage to assist Harley? All will be revealed...