A/N – Were I actually able to continuously keep up with fanfiction, I would establish my own DC fanfiction universe continuity.
Themyscira. Also known as Paradise Island. Home to the warrior women known as the Amazons, as well as the home of
"Diana! Diana!"
Diana Prince, the not-so-secret alter ego of Wonder Woman.
Queen of the Amazons.
Total badass and most likely more than a bit kinky.
"Calm yourself, my sister. What troubles you so?"
"It is the Amazons of Bana-Mighdall! They have sent word that one of their goddesses… By Gaia, she has lost her mind, my queen! Or poisoned by darkness! It is Bastet the cat goddess. She is cursing the Bana-Mighdalls and sending terrible storms and creatures to their lands. I fear she may actually come to Earth and slaughter them in person!" Diana blinked momentarily then shook her head. "One more time?"
"Bastet has gone crazy and is threatening the Amazons of Bana-Mighdall for seemingly no reason, my queen." Diana sat back processing this new information. Obviously, this was a terrible event and she wanted to help all her sisters, even those who didn't particularly want her help, nor the help of the Amazons. Yet, she could not merely rush in and defeat a god. Relations with the rogue Amazons were strained as it is, and while many lives would be saved, a stunt like this would seem standoffish and grandiose and further the dislike towards her, possibly sparking civil war. A civil war Diana may lose. The Bana-Mighdall Amazons were all of the brutality and rage of the Themysciran Amazons with none of the self-restraint and compassion. All this said however, they came to her for help.
What is a girl to do?
Bana-Mighdall. Also known as Bana-Mighdall. Home of the rogue Amazons.
"Stay on them, sisters! We will have victory this day!"
Antiope.
Queen of the Amazons, but not those Amazons, the other Amazons.
Tol, swol and beautifol. Too occupied with being mad at the Themysciran Amazons to be kinky.
"Yes! Cut them down, warriors!" commanded Antiope. The two 14-feet high bobcats crunched to the hot, silky sand underneath them and there they lay, motionless. A cry of joy and relief erupted from the brutal desert soldiers. Antiope climbed up onto the corpse of a bobcat and addressed her subjects, her family, her friends. "Sisters of the desert! We have slain more of Bastet's foul beasts once again! Though we are at odds with our sisters of the island, sisters they still are, and we ally with them if we are to stop this curse! For now, however, we celebrate another glorious victory!" A twinge of sadness and guilt crept into Antiope's voice as a tear slid down her cheek. "I wish it would not have to come to the execution of one of our goddesses. Bastet has only been good to us since we left Themyscira. Yet - and sisters, if you feel as I do, you know it pains me greatly to say this - this dark future may come to light." A wave of sad murmurs and gentle sobbing wept through the crowd of bloodied fighters. "Bastet has been like a mother to us, her lost children. So, before we celebrate victory over that which has threatened our home, let us pray that we may find whatever evil has poisoned our goddess' heart, caused her to send the threat and tear them down in furious vengeance."
With that, the Amazons of Bana-Mighdall joined hands, sank to their knees, and prayed to a god who has forsaken them.
Cult Temple. An unknown and uncharted jungle. Which means I was too lazy to come up with a base of operations because the DC Comics Encyclopedia didn't have one listed.
The temple was deathly silent. As it should be.
The relics were undisturbed. As they should be.
The sacred texts were organised and catalogued appropriately. As they should be.
Everything was normal.
Everything was as it should be.
Why, then, did the priest feel uneasy?
Everything was normal. He should stop worryi-
And with that single noise, everything was not as it should be. Chuma knew this noise. He prayed day and night, non-stop he would never hear this noise again, and he prayed he was not hearing it now. His prayer was granted and the temple fell silent once more. Chuma stood completely still for a solid 10, 20, 30 minutes listening to his own war drum of a heartbeat, being smothered in the sound of his own breathing until eventually, he shook himself clear and breathed a sigh of relief. No. Just a trick of the ears. The gods having a jest at his expense. The wind blowing a touch more ferociously outside than normal. Chuma exhaled sharply and smiled. "Chuma, you are going to kill yourself, man." He said to himself. There was another smile too, this one vicious, and hidden in a voice.
"Hello, Chuma. Long time, no see. Poor choice of words." Chuma screamed and leapt to the ground, crawling backwards hurriedly in unshakeable terror. "PLEASE! NO! I BEG OF YOU MY LADY, DO NOT KILL ME!" She looked down in boredom at the snivelling thing in the corner. "Get up you pitiless fool." Chuma leapt up with such vitality, it was hard to imagine him as the crying, hunched figure he was only a second ago. She adjusted Chuma's robes, wiped his face and patted him on the shoulder like a loving mother doting on her son. "Oh stop worrying, Chuma. I'm not here to kill you." she assured him jovially. Chuma wiped away the remainder of his tears. "You... you aren't?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and slowly let out a deep sigh through her nose. "Chuma..." she began, but thought better of it. "Just get me the damn plant." She uttered tiredly. Chuma trembled, then collapsed to the ground, muttering. "What? Speak up, Chuma." Chuma remained bowed but spoke clearer. "The plant is gone." Chuma didn't even scream. He didn't have time. One moment he was on the floor cowering, the next he was up against the wall. She gripped his neck so tightly, her nails drew blood. She leaned slowly into his face. "What... pray tell, the fuck... do you mean... it's gone?" Chuma smacked at her hands and she loosened her grip only enough for him to talk. He gasped for what little air he could then rambled. All the while blood trickled down the side of his neck. "Soldiers... raided temple... while I was on pilgrimage... only took plant... think they heard of ritual... want more like you!"
She considered this for a moment, then smiled and slowly dragged her tongue up Chuma's neck ensuring every drop of blood was savoured, flicking the tip of her tongue up a little at the end in order to get the last little flecks.
Barbara Ann Minerva, also known as Cheetah.
Arch enemy of Wonder Woman and career criminal.
Why are all bloodthirsty women hot? 500% kinky.
"You've been a big help to me, Chuma." She dropped him. "Do you know where might I find these soldiers, mayhaps?" Chuma looked at her with begging eyes. "An encampment. A few miles east of here. I don't know if that's their main base but it's a start." Cheetah patted him on the head and leaned in. "Good boy." She whispered in his ear. Then, she stood, helped Chuma to his feet and slashed his throat open. As Cheetah walked out of the temple, she licked her fingernails clean. More blood would be spilled tonight, yes, but if her nails weren't squeaky clean by the end of it, why... She would simply die.
Gotham City Midtown. Home to the lowest - and highest - of criminals.
R.H. Kane Building, The Bowery. Home to
"Batwoman."
Katherine "Kate" Kane, the secret alter ego of Batwoman.
One of Batman's many foot soldiers in the war against crime.
141lbs of kickass redheaded lesbianism and absolutely most definitely kinky.
"Hello, Catwoman."
Selina Wayne-Kyle, the somewhat secret alter ego of Catwoman.
The greatest thief in the world and occasionally her approximation of a hero.
Crazy cat lady and probably only a tiny bit kinky, despite the leather and the whip.
"This is Katherine Kane's apartment. Now, are you going to lie to me and tell me that you are not stealing from one of the most wealthy heiresses of Gotham?" A tense moment of silence between the two leather-clad ladies dragged by. "Maybe." The silence was broken by Selina, who crunched on a milk chocolate chip cookie she had liberated, along with several others, from the nearby jar. "I will have you know Batwoman, that being a thief and being hungry is a very dangerous combination. We could be liable to lash out when distracted." Batwoman reacted faster than light, pulling out her grapnel gun and firing before Catwoman could move. "You know, Selina..." Batwoman deftly caught the two cookies impaled on the grapple claw and immediately devoured one. "If you wanted some of my cookies, you could have just asked." The second was gone even faster than the first. Removing the wig and mask, Kate sat at the kitchen island and munched some more, placing the two items beside her. "Someone's hungry tonight." Selina remarked, slinking over to the other seat. "We don't really get the chance to make donut and coffee runs on the other side of the law either. Mags has got it so good, you would not believe. But I'm not the only hungry lady in this house. Vey'z mir, Sel, you should have seen her last Sabbath. She devoured that cholent like it was nothing. And God knows she can't get enough of my shakshouka with potato latkes." The two burst into laughter. "Ahh, what I wouldn't give for at least a vending machine on the yacht." Selina stopped halfway through chewing. "Don't you mean a Batyacht?" They looked at each other for a split second and burst into uproarious laughter once more.. "You have too much money." Without hesitation, Kate walked across the room, retrieved a wallet and slid 5 $100 bills to Selina. "There. Now I have $500 less." The Cat almost spit out her cookie. "You're insane. And true. About what you said earlier. I could have asked for cookies. But what would be the fun in that?"
"It's just common courtesy, Mrs. Wayne-Kyle. May I come in and feast on these milk chocolate chip cookies with you, Mrs. Kane?" Kate and Selina exchanged looks. Kate was the first to break out of her stupor. "Uhh... Sure... Wonder Woman... Ma'am... You... Uh... Come in. Or glide in. I guess." Diana floated over the balcony and gently set down, leaving her sword and shield out in the cool night air. "I understand it is not acceptable in your society's customs to bring deadly weapons into a household." She rested a hand on Kate's shoulder and smiled warmly. "Call me Diana. Please. Oh, careful!" Diana just managed to catch Kate by the lower back as the Bat collapsed. "Wouldn't want to hurt your pretty head there." Kate giggled a little as she realised her head was inches from the edge of the table. "No, we would not. Are all Amazons this strong or are your biceps just special?" An atmosphere of warmth and calm seemed to flow from Diana as she smiled more. "Katherine Kane, you are a married woman. Flirt with me more, and I will hit you so hard, your silly little pointy ears will fall right off." "Then maybe you shouldn't be so damn attractive." They both chuckled as the Amazon retrieved a cookie from the jar and took a test bite. Her eyes widened slowly and she murdered the rest of it. "By Gaia, these are as delicious as they look!" Kate sat down and tried to regain her composure while Selina talked. "Any particular reason for this surprise visit? Also, the way you're going through those cookies, you'd think Paradise Island doesn't have them." Diana, who by now, was on her fourth cookie, mumbled "don't". A few crumbs littered her mouth. "Really?" Diana shook her head and swallowed. "Actually, Selina, I came to ask a favour of you."
There was a crunching as Diana munched into her fifth cookie.
A/N - Welp, that's all for today. I really enjoyed writing the Cheetah section, she's a cool cat. If - IF - I don't forget fanfiction exists and I continue this, the following chapters will be what happens with each character individually, carrying on from this ind of "overview" chapter. Originally, I was going to have Selina straight up rob Kate but I had Kate say "and now I've caught you with your hand in the cookie jar" and it occurred to me that would be a much better/funnier/cuter scene.
