Title: How to Flatter a Cat
Tall, dark, and dreary; those were the first adjectives that came to mind when Isis Kyle looked at Neo- Gotham City.
"Why oh why did Grandmama have to live in such a dismal place? No wonder she wasn't very happy when she passed on." Sighed Isis as she sat in the taxi staring at the buildings. She was currently trying to not fall asleep, but who could blame her? She did just come off of a plane and then was placed in a taxi heading to a house that she had never even knew existed until the reading of her Grandmother's, Selina Kyle's, Will. "Well I've always wanted an adventure," murmured Isis.
After a short taxi ride, Isis was dropped off in front of a modern yet antique looking house that was clearly suffering from neglect. But as Isis walked up to the house, she saw what it could be, not what it was. And her thoughts on renovation did not stop at the exterior of the home.
"Oh boy, this is going to be a huge project for me. At least the furniture is still here. Now that I think about it, everything in the house was left to me, even though I never truly met her," She said as she walked through the hallways and looked into rooms. "This must be the master bedroom," Isis stated when she opened the door to a large room with a queen size bed and canopy. "Well I might as well try to make this room more livable right now." And with that in mind, Isis set out on the long task of cleaning the bedroom before bed.
(Time Jump)
Night finally fell in Neo-Gotham, though Isis wondered how she figured that out because it was hard to tell with all of the lights, and with a yawn, Isis went to the last area that needed to be cleaned, the closet.
"Now to see what horrendous clothes my Grandmama used to wear." However when she opened the closet, there was nothing in there. "Odd…What kind of woman doesn't have a closet full of clothes and other miscellaneous items?" questioned Isis. "Maybe there's something on the shelf," muttered Isis as she was reaching up to the shelf. What she didn't account for was the possibility that the shelf would topple on to her when she put pressure on it, and with a startled yowl she fell to the ground with the closet shelf and an unknown object landing roughly into her lap. "Well that was not expected," coughed Isis as she took the shelf and object off her lap, "Now what is this black mess?" pondered Isis. As she started to unfold the fabric, she noticed a couple of things, the most obvious being the perfect cut lines in the material. After a few moments she finally succeeding in unfolding the object, and to her surprise, it wasn't just material, it was Catwoman's suit. "Now that certainly wasn't expected. My Grandmama was Catwoman?" she exclaimed. In a daze, Isis went and curled herself under the clean sheets of the bed and promptly fell asleep with the idea of Catwoman and her Grandmother running through her head.
(Time Jump)
"Bring bring bring bri…SMACK!"
"Stupid frickin' alarm clock, can't it understand that I'm trying to sleep?" mumbled a voice from under the bed covers. After a few moments of shuffling Isis' blonde head finally peeked out from the covers and with a bit more struggling, all of Isis was revealed. "Welcome to another day in Neo-Gotham Isis, hopefully nothing goes wrong," she yawned as she stretched her back in a cat-like fashion, "Mmm, thank Bast for splicing or that might have hurt." ( A.N. :Now to expand on this bit of information, Isis is only partially spliced, she simply had her senses, flexibility, and agility enhanced to that of a cat's, though her eyes do have the annoying habit of changing pupil shape when she's annoyed.) After her morning stretch, Isis rolled out of bed and walked over to where she placed her Grandmother's suit. "It would have been nice to know all of this before it fell into my lap…literally," she sighed. "Maybe I should just leave it, but for some reason the idea seems all too appealing, must be the cat genetics. And besides, Catwoman was a criminal, which means that this house could have been bought with stolen money, and that means that I should probably just pack up my junk and go back to my home in Egypt." She said with an air of finality, however as she spoke, her voice began to change, "But on the other hand, maybe this isn't the end of Catwoman herself, but the end of her ways. I could re-invent Catwoman into a good guy, er, girl. And I'm pretty sure that Batman could use an extra set of hands," she said as she held the costume up to her body in front of a mirror, "But first things first, I need to finish moving in, get enrolled at the high school, and then I need to give Catwoman a new suit, because this thing is beyond repair." And with that thought process in her mind, Isis Kyle set out to fulfill her things to do list…and to look at equipment.
Chapter 2: New School, Same Story
"Oh joy, school, the bane of every teens existence. Why can't they take pity on new students and not make them come in on a Monday!" Isis fumed as she squeezed through the crowded hallways of Hamilton Hill High. "Where is the Main Office when you need it?" She growled
"Take a left at the end of the hallway and you be right on top of it," a masculine voice replied causing her to jump and yowl, "Sorry didn't mean to freak you out," the boy said while laughing, his blue eyes shimmering with mirth.
"Oh sure laugh at the new girl," she said while popping her hip and crossing her arms, "Who are you anyways?" she inquired.
"Terry Mcginnis at your service; and what is your name?" Terry replied while bowing comically.
"Isis Kyle oh great smart aleck; mind helping me to the office before I get squashed?" Isis replied with a dramatic curtsy, which only made Terry laugh at her more.
"Yeah sure I can, I mean, we wouldn't want the new girl being killed on her first day at prison, I mean school, now would we?" Terry said. Smiling widely, Terry offered his arm in a gentlemanly manner to Isis, and with comic air, Isis looped her arm through his and proceeded to follow Terry to the office.
"So what brings you to Neo-Gotham Isis? It can't possibly be because of the wonderful air or the view," Terry asked while they were waiting for Isis to get her schedule.
"My Grandmama passed on and left her house and everything in it to me. Not that I've ever really met her. But I figured I might as well check it out and see if there's anything there that could help me connect with her," Isis replied evenly while staring at the secretary's desk.
"Any luck so far?" Terry asked
"Not really. My Grandmama doesn't seem to have kept a lot of personal items in her home. The only things that I found in the house was furniture that is in serious need of repair," Isis shrugged while looking Terry in the eyes. She decided that it would be best to keep the fact that she found Catwoman's suit a secret, even though she knew that secrets were not the best way to make friends.
"Well that's a bummer. Maybe she hid some stuff in the attic or something," Terry tried to reason.
"Or maybe my Grandmama was simply a boring person and never found anything worth buying," Isis laughed. Her laugh became infectious and soon Terry joined in.
"Your schedule Ms. Kyle, have a wonderful day," The secretary said with a fake cheery voice.
"Thank you," Isis replied as her and Terry walked out of the office. "Can that woman be any more obvious about her hatred for her job? Sheesh I mean I understand why she would hate it but to be that annoyed by it?" Isis questioned as they walked down the hall.
"Who knows? Maybe she just doesn't like to see me," Terry said while snatching Isis' schedule out of her hand.
"Hey! Who said you could see my classes? What are you planning on doing? Stalking me?" Isis said while trying to snatch her schedule back from Terry who was keeping it out of her reach.
"Well according to your…Whoa…schedule, you are going to be the one…nice try…stalking me," Terry said as he dodged Isis' attempts at getting her schedule.
"What do you mean Mr. Mcginnis?" Isis asked as she paused in her attempts.
"You and I have the exact same schedule, is what I'm saying. Now shall we head towards Lit class?" Terry replied while walking off with the schedule.
"Might as well and you better give me back my schedule you dork. Just because you said that the two of us have the same schedule doesn't mean that I believe you Terry," Isis said while catching up to Terry. "Plus I need to have a list of classes so I can make sure I get all the supplies." She said while smoothing out her skirt.
"Oh fine ruin my fun why don't you. But you'll only get this back if you promise to have lunch with me and my friends," Terry said while holding out the schedule.
"Very well, if I must," Isis replied while her amber eyes twinkled with a smile.
"Good. Now let's get to class. I bet the teach will make you stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself and all that other junk." Terry said
"More in likely, not that there's anything all that interesting about me," Isis said while walking along side Terry into the classroom.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Mcginnis, and what is your excuse this time? And don't say Mr. Wayne," The teacher said with a scowl on his face.
"I'm sorry sir, it was my fault. I asked Terry to help me find the office and my class," Isis said with a fake innocent voice. The fakeness of it was lost on the teacher who simply told Terry to sit at his desk.
"You must be Ms. Isis Kyle correct?" The teacher asked. When receiving an affirmative nod he smiled and motioned her to go to the front of the class. "Why don't you introduce yourself and tell us a little bit about you." The teacher said, completely ignorant of Terry mouthing the words with the teacher. Isis gave a small giggle and smiled at Terry.
"Of course sir; My name is Isis Kyle, I lived in Egypt for 4 years and moved here last Friday because my Grandmama passed on and left her house to me here in Neo-Gotham. I'm 16-years-old and I have a sarcastic attitude towards people who annoy me, and I have no problem with being blunt. Other than that I'm pretty easy to get along with. Thank you," Isis said while looking at everyone and putting their faces to memory. "Might as well, you never know who could be a potential criminal that needs to be shot down," Isis thought.