Kitty-Kat
Chapter 1: Little Pussy Kat, Where art thou?
Dedication: Taylor Swift – Haunted
Disclaimer: I do own Batman or anything associated with DC and Marvel. It starts out slow, so please bear with it till later chapters.
There are many stories in this world, heard and unheard. The ones that we hear are usually the ones that we see, either through a newspaper or news report or even in real life. We know our story, we know the story of others, those close to us or not. Fact is there is always someone that knows. There is always someone that knows at least one of your secret, big or not.
But what if there is no one like that? What if you are all alone, not physically, but psychically? What if there is no one you can share your secrets with? What then? Would you survive? Would you survive the loneliness? Or would you try to find someone you can share those secrets with?
This is the story of one such person. This is the story of someone that due to different circumstances found herself to always be alone and thus constantly tried to find someone to relieve that loneliness. Unfortunately for her, she always did it in the most unconventional way.
This is the story of one such person. This is the story of Kitty-Kat!
Chapter 2: Lonely Kats, lonely passions
Dedication: VNV Nation – Illusion
I always found myself to be alone in this world. No mother, no father, no sister. They had all eventually abandoned me. My father left when I was little, accusing my mother of not being faithful, thus we were not his actual children. My mother killed when I was barely 4 and my sister ran away the very same day. She was much too young to take responsibility for me it seems.
I thought I was going to be okay. There was a man there, present when my mother's kidnapper killed her right in front of our very eyes, unfortunately. He offered both me and my sibling a place to live muttering something along the lines that it was his fault since he couldn't offer assistance in time. I didn't get it, I still don't. How would it be his fault? He was just a normal day to day man. There was nothing he could do, especially not against a mutant. For that was what he was, my mother's murderer that is. He looked somewhat like a feral cat, a deranged one, but my memory from that time is foggy so I can't really remember exactly.
It was going to be fine, perfect even. That's what I thought. While I now had a surrogate father, what I didn't realize was that love was never guaranteed and in this case it sure wasn't in the contract. He was a billionaire, a drunken fool that could care less about anything that was going on around him, except for the bimbos he was constantly with. The media characterized him that way, anyway. I saw him in a different way. He was a hard man, hard as steel. Though of course not bodily like Superman, I think he's the only one that made of steel in that sense.
But my new daddy was…emotionless, I guess. He didn't care much about what I was doing, he hardly asked, if ever. Alfy got me covered in that sense, but while butlers take care of you and all, love is a different story. I knew he loved me in his own way, but the love I craved, the love I needed was never there.
There was something strange about him though. Each and every night he would disappear from the house and while my belief was that he was somewhere at an event or partying or maybe with one of the blond bimbos he always reappeared with the morning rays and always always acted like he was never gone.
It was weird. Most likely he thought me stupid, what would a toddler know about life, but I wasn't, something was amiss and I knew it. A mystery, that was what it was and I loved them. It did take me awhile but I did find out what they, both daddy and Alfy, were hiding from me. My new parent was in fact the rat man!