Here it is, the new story!
I'm actually so excited for this, it's not even funny. I'm getting those pre-creative jitters as I type this! :D
I hope you guys enjoy this! Sorry it's up a lot later than I would have had it, my internet was down on all the websites I needed to use for it. If I had my way it would have been up yesterday…
But if you're reading this, than obviously I managed to get it up!
Hope you guys enjoy! Soon they'll be another Batman themed story today, due to the delay yesterday. Look out for that!
I DO NOT OWN BATMAN, OR ANYTHING DC… BUT I DO OWN THIS CHARACTER
I opened my eyes to see the roof of my tent. The sun was shining through the purple coloured tarp, awakening me with a soft coloured light. I smiled at the feeling of warmth on my skin, and stretched my arms out, yawning softly. Turning to my duffle bag I contemplated what I was going to wear today. I sighed as I looked at the two dresses in my hands. "Ugh I need help." I grumbled, and climbed out of my tent, wincing slightly at the bright light of the sun. "George!" I called, walking towards a brown tent that was across the fire pit from me. When there was no reply, I kicked the tent roughly. "George, wake up!" I yelled. A deep grumbling sound came from inside the tent, and the zipper slowly opened, revealing a man with long messy hair and a grey beard.
"What?" He spat.
"I need to figure out what to wear." I perked up. He rolled his eyes, collapsing to the ground with a grunt.
"That one." He said, pointing blindly to the left one in my hand. I rolled my eyes, and raced back to my tent, pulled the dress on.
"What do you think?" I asked once I was outside again, making him jump. He looked up at me lazily, than closed his eyes again.
"Looks good." He groaned.
"Thanks Georgy!" I chimed, and hopped in my tent again. I slipped on some double crossed leggings, some laced gloves, a silver ring and a gold chain. Looking in a small pocket mirror I grimaced, and slid on some eyeliner, fake eyelashes and purple-pink lipstick. I slipped on some black converse, and a black bow in my hair. I stopped when I saw a knife underneath my duffle bag, and stared at it for a second. I am running out of blood packs… I smiled and slipped the knife in my shoes. Today was gonna be a good day. I jumped out of the tent again to see George laying in the same position he was in when I left.
"George!" I yelled, and he woke with a bit of a startle and looked up at me.
"What?" He grumbled again.
"So? What do you think? Anything I'm missing?" I asked. He stared at me for a second, and then narrowed his eyes.
"Your eyes," he said.
"Right!" I said, jumping back into my tent and putting in purple contact lenses.
"Good?" I asked George once I was out of my tent for the third time. George nodded his head, and then fell back on the ground.
"I'll be out for a bit. So, regular stuff? Scotch, Chinese takeout? Want a bit of a change?" I asked. When George didn't reply, I rolled my eyes and closed my tent. "Bye, Georgy!" I called, and headed towards the train.
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I stared at myself in the train's bathroom mirror. Georgy was right, this dress does work. Surprisingly a hung over bum had good fashion sense. Or maybe it was luck? "Where shall I go today?" I asked out loud. I left the bathrooms and looked at the map of the city.
"Hmm, what am I in the mood for?" I asked out loud.
"Did you hear about this new addition to Gotham?" I overheard some people talking as they walked down the train station.
"Yeah, what was her name? Catwoman? I heard she robbed a bank."
Robbed a bank?
"And she was damn good at it, too." They added, 'well, I do need some money…Alright, time to find the Catwoman. Now, how do I get her attention?' I looked around and found the daily newspaper, grabbed it, and sat on a bench, attempting to look normal. 'There has been a break in at Arkham City Bank. The culprit has been identified as Catwoman, a new villain on the streets of Gotham. Police say she is extremely dangerous, and should be taken into the nearest police station if sighted. One of the victims drew this sketch.'
My eyes widened. A full bodied leather suite, high heeled boots and a leathered cap with two triangles on each end. 'She looked like a cat… rightfully named. Alright, so I know who I'm looking for. Now how do I catch a Cat? I need a rat…' I smirked and looked to my right to see a man in a business suite, no doubt waiting for the train. He was probably on his way to an important meeting, than smooze with clients for the rest of the day. Perfect.
"Did you hear about Arkham City Bank?" I asked him, making him turn to me.
"What?" He asked his voice somewhere else.
"The bank. You know, how Catwoman broke in? Well, turns out she missed a lot. There's nearly one million dollars locked up in one of the vaults she missed." I said casually, crossing my legs happily as I pretended to read the paper.
"Oh really?" The man asked starting to sound intrigued.
"Yeah. If she ever heard that she'd probably be so embarrassed she'd run out of Gotham with her tail between her legs." I added.
"How do you know this?" He asked.
"I know everything about this town. Nothing get's past me." I winked at him, and set the paper down.
"Well, I gotta go. Be careful out there." I fake smiled at the man, set the paper down, and walked away. I continued to spread the word to about five other people. 'Two more business man, one realtor, and three counsellors. If she were whom I wanted, she'd come running back to the bank, hungry for more by the afternoon. Now, how do I get myself there?' I glanced at the clock. 'It was only nine thirty… I have time for a kill!' 'Now, what am I in the mood for?' I asked myself as I, assessed my options. 'Ew, ew, ew, ew, oh, disgusting! Hmm…' I tilted my head to the side as I saw an Arabian woman walk off the train station, and onto the streets. 'This should be fun…' I smiled and pranced after her. By the looks of her, she was probably on her way to work… she looked like a waitress. Her purse must be stuffed with cash. 'Let's see now… there's a dumpster one block away… I can get there before her, and lure her in.' I raced to behind the buildings, taking short cuts through alleyways until I got to the place where the dumpster was. The second I got there, the woman walked past. I ran towards her, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her into the alleyway with me.
"Come quick, please, it's my boyfriend, he's trapped! I need your help!" I begged. The woman tried to break free from my grasp, but couldn't. I needed to get more convincing. "Please, he's the only thing I have left in the world!" That seemed to struck a chord. She stopped struggling, and turned her full attention to me, letting me pull her away.
"Where is he?" She asked, panic in her voice.
"Follow me." I gasped, and ran towards the dumpster, opening the lid. 'Eek. This is gonna be messy.'
"Can you see him?" I asked. The woman leaned over the edge of the dumpsters, lifting herself up to see better.
"No, here, hold my purse, I'll go in." She said. I grabbed her purse, and she swung herself into the dumpster. I smirked, pulled the knife from my shoe, and followed after her, closing the lid behind us. 'Too Easy.'
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"One hundred dollars." I smiled widely, looking at the money inside Cynthia's purse. 'That should get me to the bank easily, and I might even be able to grab some lunch! Hell, I could get five lunches with this kind of money!' I took a minute to congratulate myself before noting the location of the dumpster, remembering to come back later for the body. Once I was on the train I kicked back and rummaged through the purse some more. It was all the usual crap you find in purses. Lip chap, tampons, pens, wallet, checkbooks, hand sanitizer, iPhone, head phones. I sighed, and pulled out the phone, ripping off the annoying case, and plugging in the headphones. "Ooh, Beatles." I said, and turned on the album 'Abbey Road'. You can never go wrong with old music. Soon the train arrived at the bank, and I jumped off enthusiastically, running over to the large building. I checked the time on the iPhone, and was surprised to see a text.
'Tia, where the hell are you? Your shift started half an hour ago!' It read. I rolled my eyes. I'll give them a day until they find out she's missing. But by then they'll be nothing left of her. 'I'll have to destroy the iPhone… or not. I wonder if this Catwoman is good with technology?' I stood in front of the bank, wondering where she would go in through. Of course she wouldn't go in through the front, that'd be ridiculous. 'Through the back? She'd have to be incredibly stealthy… but if the rumors spread the way I wanted them to, she would risk it. Anything to steal something.' I made my way towards the back of the bank, and leaned up against the wall. It was an obvious spot to be standing. Nobody was back here. Which made it that much easier for Catwoman to get in.
It wasn't long until I heard a snapping of a whip, and I looked up to see a woman in full leather latex on top of the roof, staring down at me. She was crouching just like a cat… obsessed, much? I smiled widely up at her.
"It's good to meet you. Come on, don't be shy. Come down and let me introduce myself." I called up at her.
She jumped down, completely ignoring me, and turned to the door.
"There is no secret vault. Well, I don't know, I haven't been in there, but what you've heard isn't true. I made it up." I smiled at her.
She turned to me, frowning and tilting her head to the side.
"Why would you do that?" She asked, a slight edge to her voice.
"I wanted to get to know you. You're new here, and well, I'm kind of the social butterfly of Gotham."
"Are you really now?"
"Yup. Need any dirt on anyone? Name the person and I'll give it to you."
"Well, I think we'd get along just fine, then."
"I hope. Now, what's your skill set?"
"What?"
"I want to know what kind of a 'friend' you'll be."
"Well, breaking into things is my specialty. Only for stealing purposes, preferably. I never kill. Against my rules." Oh… well, guess she can be a different kind of friend.
"That's a handy thing to have. What's the most valuable thing you've stolen?"
"It's a tie between Crown Jewels and most of the money in this bank." She said, looking at her nails playfully.
"Ah, so you enter Gotham with a bang. Well, how about this. You help me, and I help you."
"What do you need?"
"I need some cash. And I don't want to have to… work to get it, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you wouldn't mind sparing a small sum of your treasure with me."
"For a price."
"Name anything."
"I want to meet Batman." 'Wow… she did play hard.'
"What's wrong? Can't do that?" She asked, her mouth forming into a smirk.
"You are new here, aren't you? Well… I can arrange a little something."
"How can we stay in contact?"
"I live in the narrows, in a purple tent. It's the only fun coloured one there."
"Purple… like your hair?"
"Yup, meet me there this time tomorrow. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
"Alright, how much money would you like?"
"Enough for me and my family to live for another month."
"Done. What's your name?"
"They call me Charlotte. Black Charlotte… I don't know why, I should be called purple Charlotte, but you know. What can you do?"
"Why do they call you that?"
"That's a story for another time. See you later, kitty." I winked, and pranced away happily.
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I sat criss-crossed on a dirty mat in front of the fire Georgy set up while I was gone. I was gone pretty late… I didn't get back here until seven o-clock. But once I got back Georgy had already made a fire, and was waiting patiently for me. Thanks to the money I lifted from Cynthia we could afford two bottles of scotch and two packs of cigarettes. I brought the usual Chinese dinner, but this time I bought a little something extra with it. Chicken wings. It was a good buy, since it was almost all gone.
"I have forty dollars left." I said in between bites.
"Money well spent." Georgy slurred as he took a swig from his scotch, straight from the bottle.
"Maybe I should buy some cigars, and we can drink these properly." I said.
"Properly?"
"Yeah. Cig's are fine and all, but with a good Cuban Cigar, scotch would be delicious." I smiled.
"Cigar's… I haven't had those in a long time." Georgy said, going in for a second helping of food. I took out a cigarette, lit it with the zip-o, and inhaled. Sighing, I blew the smoke into the air, and lean back on my arms.
"I think I'm gonna have to contact Falcone." I said suddenly.
"Why?"
"I need to get Batman's attention." Georgy stopped, and looked up at me.
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I made a deal with a certain somebody. Let's just say if she gets what she wants, we'll be eating like this for a long time." I said.
"I heard Falcone is moving some drugs tomorrow. He's using stuffed rabbits now to hide them. Maybe that's a thing to look into."
"Where will he be?"
"I'll be damned if I know. I heard it from John." I sighed, and took a toke from my cigarette. 'I'll have my work cut out for me tomorrow. It'll be a busy day…'
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