This chapter is dedicated to one of the finest authors on the site, who, for those who haven't heard, was killed this past December in a tragic accident. Rest in peace, Commander Argus; the loss of your imagination and amazing stories will be forever missed.
Chapter 10: A Sitch in Time, pt 1: Race Against Time
Go City
There's only two types of people in the world
She loved this life. This was what she was born to do. Standing above a high security bank in Go City on a neighboring office building's roof, Catwoman, better known as Bonnie Rockwaller, was on top of the world.
The ones that entertain and the ones that observe
She studied the security guards walking around the outside of the building and the searchlights looking for her. Good, they're expecting me… Bonnie smiled brightly as she adjusted her goggles over her cowl, eyes behind them wide, bright, and very much alive. This is gonna be so much fun!
Well baby, I'm a put on a show kind of girl
Don't like the back seat, gotta be first
She stepped up to the edge and stretched her neck, back, arms, and legs. Once she was sure she was loose, she made sure her whip was secure on her belt, and adjusted the zipper of her catsuit in the center of her ample cleavage. "Ready?" she said out loud as she adjusted her goggles and cowl.
I'm like the ring leader, I call the shots
She turned and walked with a sway from the edge, purring slightly under her breath in excitement. She turned and crouched down like a runner ready to sprint, her clawed fingers tapping the concrete as she stared forward. "Go," She said as she ran toward the edge.
I'm like a firecracker, I make it hot
When I put on a show
She leapt over the edge and grinned when she felt the air racing over her latex-clad body as she dove through the air gracefully.
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break
Her eyes wide and alive, she watched the flag pole at the top of the building drawing closer and closer. She waited, counting seconds in her head before she rolled her body in the air, brandishing her whip and lashing out toward the pole. For a split second, fear washed through her as she waited for the whip to take hold, but when it jerked her body away from its fall into an angular spin, the adrenaline flooded her again.
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage
Better be ready, hope that you feel the same
She wrapped the whip around her and hugged her body as she spun downward feet first toward the skylight. She instinctively closed her eyes as her feet crashed through the glass and continued to fall downward landing in a half crouch, one leg bent and her other outstretched along the floor, her clawed fingers tapping the floor before her as she bent her body to absorb the shock of the landing. She glanced around at the shocked security guards and smiled seductively. "Meow," she softly mewed as she looked around the room.
All eyes on me in the center of the ring,
Just like a circus
The guards closest tried to turn their stun guns on her, but she spun her body around, cracking her whip repeatedly at all of them, knocking the guns from their hands.
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip,
Just like a circus
She stood up and lashed out her long leg, striking one guard before turning to punch another. With the momentum still going, she dove forward, rolled between a taller guard's legs, kicking him in the rump as she landed, and smiled when he fell forward onto the two she was previously fighting.
She ran forward and hesitated for only a moment at the hallway to the vault filtered with lasers, glancing back at the approaching guards to blow a kiss before running forward again, laughing heartily all the way.
Don't stand there watching me, follow me,
Show me what you can do
She gracefully jumped through the first two lasers, landed in such a way as to support her whole body with one arm, and pole-vaulted over the next, arching her body with the grace of her feline namesake. Landing sideways, she rolled before hopping up on all fours and jumping again, arching and bending her body like a contortionist and dodging every potentially lethal beam of light.
Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor,
Just like a circus
Let's go
She landed before the vault and glanced up to see twenty armed assault rifles pointed at her head. She smiled and stood to her feet, snapping her fingers as she pulled off her goggles and cowl.
A young woman stepped out from behind the guards, who relaxed at the signal from Catwoman. She handed Bonnie the clipboard and a pair of small reading glasses. "Thank you, Maven," Bonnie said as she put on her glasses and began making notes on the clipboard. "Good work, guys. Much better…" she stated as she made notes.
"It would probably be a good idea to reinforce the skylight glass again, but with enough force, it'll go, anyway," Bonnie noted out loud as she scribbled on the report. "Maybe add a few more lasers to the security grid in the hall… outer security would probably be more than enough for a typical thief, and the laser grid with the suggested upgrades for a typical corporate spy, anyone else, and the high security squad at the vault should do the trick." She glanced up at the uninjured security guards and the battered ones dragging themselves toward her. "Excellent work, guys."
"Don't worry about filing worker's comp," Bonnie said, handing Maven a clipboard back to the woman. "Possible International Security Technology Department will cover all medical bills. Have the back up shift come, and you guys take the night off."
"You handle this from here, Maven?" Bonnie asked the younger woman.
"Of course, Ms. Rockwaller," Maven nodded, holding the clipboard to her chest. "Tell Mr. Stoppable hello for me, m'lady." She said, earning a laugh and wave from the Catwoman.
(-V-)
Triton
Ron yawned as he adjusted his jogging pants and shirt, popping his neck as he climbed through the hidden doorway behind the grandfather clock. He exited the study and immediately perked up at the smell of frying eggs and pancakes. He followed the smell to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Kim standing before the oven in pink jogging pants, his old jersey, and an apron. "Welcome home, Ron, patrol go well?" Kim asked, looking over her shoulder at him with a smile.
"Someone must be feeling better," Ron said as he sat down at the table. "Slow night, couple break-ins, a few muggings, nothing serious. Um… that actually… smells pretty good."
"Would you let it go," Kim rolled her eyes with a smile, "I couldn't cook when we were kids, I know… but being a single mom, I had to learn. Mom made me."
"You never cooked breakfast for me before…" Ron noted, still watching her.
"We both 'worked nights' last time around," Kim noted, before sighing, "I guess I'm getting stir crazy; five weeks with nothing to do is driving me insane…" she shook her head, "I'm tempted to accept Jim's offer of a desk job just to have something to do."
"You with a desk job in the Special Crimes Unit? Kim, that'd drive you even crazier," Ron said sympathetically. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough to stop Black Mask from…"
"Ron, hush; how many times do I have to tell you that wasn't your fault," Kim chastised, turning to glare at him. "If anything, you saved my life, as usual. You always save me," She added with a smile as she turned off the stove. "Now, be a dear and get the dishes out of the cabinet for me?"
"On it," Ron nodded and went to the cabinet, reaching for the dishes. But as he went to move two dishes to the table, one slipped from his hand. He reached to catch it, but it still shattered. "Crap…"
"You ok?" Kim turned and took the remaining plate, placing it on the table before kneeling beside him. "Let me see."
Kim grabbed his hand and turned it palm up to look at the cut across the center. "Not the worst I've seen from you," Kim smiled, "Handkerchief still in the same pocket?"
"Kim, wait!" Ron gasped as Kim reached into his pocket and pulled the cloth out.
"What's the big…" Kim's eyes widened as she watched a small, golden ring with a solitary diamond tumble to the ground from the handkerchief. "Ron… is this…"
"I started to sell it a couple times…" Ron looked away. "I just… couldn't bring myself to do it."
"You've held on to this for four years…" Kim breathed, staring at the diamond. "Ron, you know… it doesn't go in your pocket."
"Huh?" Ron glanced up at her and watched in surprise as she slid it back on her finger.
"There, that's better," Kim said, admiring it on her hand. "It's back where it belongs… and so am I."
"Ron… about Harvey…" Kim bit her lip before reaching out to take his hands. "I'm sorry. I was flaunting him in your face. I wanted… I was trying to hurt you… just like I felt you hurt me… and all the time I was with Harvey, you were here still holding on to this ring and…"
"Ronnie! I'm home!" Kim blinked in surprise while Ron closed his eyes and breathed a curse.
"Bonnie?" Kim looked to the sound of the noise in a mix of shock and amusement as Ron flinched.
"Hey, Ron, c'mon, this pussy has an itch for you to scratch!" Bonnie proclaimed loudly as she made her way through the halls toward the kitchen. "So, where you want to do the nasty today? Hall, pool, couch, desk, bath, shower, kitchen table, or the traditional bed, I'm game for all of the above! Ooh, you know what would be so spankin'? Right there in middle of the Cave… mmm mmm, or even better, the Batmobile; oh, God, I can hardly imagine…"
Bonnie finally entered the kitchen and saw the couple on the floor still holding hands. "Oh, damn it, you're back together again?"
"Hi, Bonnie…" Ron said weakly.
"He even gave you the ring back, Kim? Damn, he moves fast. You should have gotten shot earlier, then; you'd be married with another kid by now." Bonnie noted, "Anyway, can I borrow him just one more time? Please, if you knew how wound up I am right now…"
Ron was waiting for the blow up, and glancing up at the smirk on Bonnie's face, he was sure she was, too. But what they got from She-Who-Could-Do-Anything was not what either expected. "If you're that horny, maybe we can both help you. After all, what are friends for?"
"What?" Bonnie and Ron squeaked at the same time.
"Really? Are you serious?" Bonnie squeaked in excitement.
"No, not really," Kim said, grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him out of the kitchen, "But don't go anywhere, Bonnie. While they're out on patrol tonight, we'll go out on the town to celebrate my re-engagement."
"Can't I have breakfast?" Ron asked pathetically as he was led out of the room.
"Don't worry, I'll let you know if it was good," Bonnie said with a broad smile as she sat down to eat, waving as the couple left.
(-V-)
Dick yawned as he sat on a bench in the courtyard outside the high school. It was a slow night, so Ron let him cut out early, but still three a.m. on a school night was a bit much. He finally caught sight of a redhead in the crowd and started to perk up till he saw her on Ronnie's arm. He tried not to let it show and waved back when Barbara gave him a little wave.
He didn't like that guy. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he got the same 'fight or flight' sense he'd developed fighting as Robin. "Don't think so hard, Dickhead; you might hurt yourself," Dick looked up to see Helena smiling back at him. "Something bugging you?"
"Nah, nothing major, Hellspawn; I just… don't trust Babs' new boyfriend," Dick sighed, watching as Helena came around to sit beside him.
"You know she's not the only girl in the world, Stupid," Helena said, slugging him in the shoulder.
"I know; so, why does freckle boy have to like her?" Dick shook his head, missing Helena's sigh.
"Hey, guys," Dinah said, bouncing over to Dick and Helena. "Whoa… who killed your puppy?"
"Dickhead's sulking over Babs' new boy toy," Helena informed her friend.
"Oh, Ronnie?" Dinah's eyes lit up. "He's yummy."
"Helpful, Dinah… really glad I can talk to you," Dick shook his head, glancing up to see Barbara kiss Ronnie before waving bye and coming toward him. "And here we go."
"Hey, guys," Barbara said with a smile. "Ready to go?"
"Studying with us tonight, girls," Dick said, picking up his bookbag.
"Of course," Dinah nodded.
"Ron's library beats the crap out of the school's," Helena said, looping her arm around Dick's.
"Then, let's roll," Dick said as they left the school.
(-V-)
The foursome made it to Stoppable Manor without incident, but their lazy demeanor was broken when Helena saw who was kicked back on the couch. "Mom! You're home!" The brunette beamed as she ran to her mother.
"Welcome back, Aunt Bonnie," Barbara greeted as the group surrounded the former thief. "Where's Daddy and Mom?"
"Master bedroom, doing something or other; go say hi, kids," Bonnie said, motioning the teens to the stairs. None of them noticed the evil smirk on Bonnie's face.
"Mom, Daddy, we're… Oh… My God…" Barbara breathed as she froze, wide-eyed when she saw the actions taking place.
"Oh… My… God…" Dick echoed with a tilted head.
"Oh, My God…" Helena closed her eyes tightly.
"Ohmigod, that is so hot," Dinah grinned widely.
Kim and Ron tried to cover themselves with sheets while Bonnie's laughter sounded from the living room. "Hi, kids; how was school?"
"OH, GOD!" Barbara covered her eyes.
"Now, Barbie-Doll," Ron started as he sat up.
"This didn't happen… this isn't real…" Barbara and Helena said together as they hid their faces.
"Barbara…" Kim started, sitting up beside Ron and holding the bed sheet to her chest. "When consenting adults…"
"NO! I don't want to hear it! This isn't real; this didn't happen! You're back together, Yay. But you won't ever... EVER touch each other unless you're fully clothed!" Helena was still standing stock-still in shock. "Let's go!" Barbara cried out, grabbing Dinah and Dick and dragging them away from the door, hitting Dick's immobile head on the doorframe. They could hear his cursing fade away, even as Dinah poked her head back in for a last glance before Helena's disembodied hand grabbed the neckline of her t-shirt and pulled her away.
"That was fun..." Bonnie giggled as strolled across the room. "Babs took it as badly as I thought she would."
"Must be a generational thing," Ron chuckled, " You should've seen Kim when she and I walked in on her parents and Dr. Porter back when we were teenagers." *
"No, we didn't," Kim said quickly.
"KP…" Ron smiled tightly.
"That didn't happen; it wasn't real, end of discussion," Kim snapped.
"So, you guys caught her folks and Doc Porter gettin' busy…" Bonnie blinked, "So, Kim's dad… how's he…" Bonnie asked Ron before she was slammed in the face with a pillow.
"I SAID, SHUT UP!"
(-V-)
"How do you do it?" Robin asked as he jumped rooftop to rooftop with Batman on patrol of the Triton skyline.
"Do what?" Batman asked as he swung hard before releasing to glide to the next rooftop.
"THAT," Robin asked as he flipped through the air to land beside him. "You were in bed with one of the most beautiful MILFs alive just a few hours ago," he pointed out, "Yet you can still stand here and look like you hate the world."
"I don't think the detective would appreciate you talking about her like that," Batman growled, crouching down to look down into an alleyway, watching a group of teenagers, who, luckily for them, appeared to honestly be just hanging out.
"I love 'the detective'," Robin said with apparent sarcasm, "like a mom," Robin smiled, "But I can't deny she is hot."
"You should see her with her clothes off," Batman smirked, "Oh, wait, you did."
"Yes, and it's forever burned in my memory, thank you very much. For a guy as uptight and obsessed with security as you, I'd think you'd remember to lock the blamed bedroom door before… doing that," Robin shook his head.
"Next time I get dragged to the bedroom against my will, I'll remember to tell her that," Batman snorted. "I was sort of surprised by the whole situation."
"Yeah, right," Robin rolled his eyes, "I am happy to finally see you two back together again, but that was dirty what Bonnie did, setting us up to break the mood. I didn't think she'd stoop that low to Kim."
"You should have seen them when they were your age. They would have liked to crucify each other... with rusty nails, yet," Batman noted.
"Mom and Aunt K? They're practically sisters," Huntress said as the Birds of Prey swooped down to join the Dynamic Duo. "Granted they can fight like cats and dogs, but I think they get along ok."
"NOTHING HAPPENED TODAY!" Batgirl snapped, stomping her foot and earning odd looks from her friends.
"No one mentioned your parents..." Huntress started, but was cut off by Batgirl covering her ears and singing tunelessly, "LA-LA-LA-LA-LA!" Batman placed a finger over his lips and glared at the giggling brunette and the flustered redhead before glancing back at the visibly shaken group.
"Bat-Squad gathered and awaiting orders!" Black Canary snapped her heels together and saluted.
"What did I tell you about calling us that?" Batman narrowed his eyes before holding up his hand to silence them while using his other hand to hold his earpiece. "A break-in at a Global Justice outpost near here. Let's move." He said as the group took to flight through the moon-lit night.
"This used to be a Henchco Timeshare Lair for villains back before the three cities combined," Batman whispered as the group eased in through the broken entrance.
"Whoever did this isn't showing much concern for getting caught…" Robin noted as he and Batman walked slowly through the shadows with the Birds following behind.
"Oh, I see... rookie," Robin whispered as they found the Clock King and his thugs standing over the GJ computer system.
"Blast, it's been destroyed at this time period, too," Clock King adjusted his glasses, "We'll have to go back farther… ah. I was wondering if I would get the opportunity to meet you face-to-face," He said as he turned to where the group hid in the darkness. "The Legendary Batman, the original Robin, and the Birds of Prey… as predictable as the 9:15 being three minutes late, or Superman saving Lois Lane."
"Who?" Black Canary asked in confusion.
"Ah, he hasn't revealed himself yet, shouldn't be long, though," Clock King shook his head before lifting his cane and pressing a few buttons on the handle. "Nevertheless, it will be many years before any of you see me again, so I bid you farewell." He said, turning and opening a portal with the tip of his cane.
"No, you don't!" Batgirl snapped as she and Robin dove after him as he and his thugs walked through the portal.
"Robin! Batgirl!" Batman called out.
"Don't worry, we got 'em!" Huntress said as she and Black Canary followed too, just as the portal closed.
Batman narrowed his eyes as he stared where the portal was and, after a moment, pressed into his ear. "Kim," He spoke softly through the link to home. "It's that time."
(-V-)
"Crap, he got away," Batgirl cursed as the four teen heroes glanced around the darkened room. "Stupid flash bang…"
"Batman?" Robin asked, glancing around, "Batman?" He asked again, a little louder. "Something weird is going on, girls…"
"Something is definitely not right here…" Huntress stated, looking around. "What happened to the computers?"
"Shush," Robin motioned for the girls to follow him down a hallway. "Nice little army…" Robin whispered as the four watched from behind a large group of gray-clad soldiers. Before them on a platform was a rather short man in a helmet.
"For an apparently not-so-nice little man," Huntress commented.
"…An Soon Ze Verld Vill Belong to Me, Professor Dementor!" The short man cheered maniacally, followed by near-mechanical applause from his army of minions.
"Prof. Dementor?" Batgirl narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "I thought he died of radiation poisoning ten years ago…" her eyes widened when an apparent lost teenager seemed to wonder onto the stage. "What, who is that guy? He's gonna get hurt!" she whispered as they watched helplessly while the blond approached the madman.
"Whoa, Prof, can you get free pay-per-views with this stuff?" the boy asked, looking at the mad scientist's equipment. "You know Pain King has his big title shot at Wrestle Festival tonight!"
"What, how did you get in here?" Dementor raged as he tried to stop the teen from pressing buttons. "Do not touch ze buttons! MINIONS, GET THE…Wait, you are her Buffoon… and that means…" the man's eyes widened further. "KIM POSSIBLE!"
"Mom?" Batgirl gaped as a redheaded, teenage girl soared across the air on a cable attached to a hair dryer, landing on the shoulders of a thug before flipping off to crouch before the villain.
"Game over, Dementor," Kim Possible smiled at the mad scientist.
"MINIONS, GET HER!!!" Dementor screamed pointing to the girl.
"Ron!" Kim said, jumping backwards to dodge an attack from a thug.
"Got yer back, KP!" Ron said as he leapfrogged an attack.
"Is this some kind of show or…" Robin narrowed his eyes before widening them in surprise. "Batgirl…" he said, turning to his friend. "That wasn't a flash bang…"
"Don't know how we got here or why, but it looks like they could use some back-up," Huntress said, popping her knuckles. "Let's bust up some bad guys!"
Meanwhile, across the large lair, Kim was mildly worried at the number of minions Dementor went out for this time. This was supposed to be an easy "step in, stomp bad guys, and be back in time for Bueno Nacho dinner with her best friend" mission. But when she leapt back and pressed her shoulders to her best friend's back, glancing over her shoulder to see his goofy smile, she felt Dementor should have hired more thugs.
"This might be a late night, Ron," Kim smiled at her best friend.
"Like you say, KP, no big," Ron winked, "Bueno Nacho is open late. Dining Room to 2am, drive-thru all night," Ron hesitated a moment before gently nudging Kim with his elbow. "Hey, KP, looks like we got back up…"
"Huh, who?" She looked to see the thugs being systematically taken down by four costumed teens.
"Hope you don't mind us stepping in and helping out," Robin said, flipping through the air to land beside them.
"Huh?" Kim flushed, staring at Robin's tight tunic.
As his forces began to go down, Professor Dementor stomped his foot in anger. "You haven't zeen the last of me, Kim Pos-si-ble!" he called out before turning to run.
He started to run but slowed when he noticed a large shadow over him, "Vas?" He asked, glancing up to see Robin gliding down toward him. He screamed before the Boy Wonder landed on top of him, and moments later, he was on the ground, tied up and unconscious. "Word to the wise," Robin said, standing over him. "Don't announce a dramatic exit."
"Dude… I dig the cape. See, KP, that's what we need: flashy outfits to announce..." Ron trailed off when he saw the look on his best friend's face. She apparently had not forgotten the theme song debacle. "Um … do I have something on my face?" Ron asked, running his fingers over his face, confused at the odd stares the four costumed teens were giving him.
"Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable…" Batgirl breathed staring at the two in near matching black shirts and cargos, with the exception of Kim with an open midriff.
"You know us," Ron said, his eyes going over her costumed body. "I'd like to get to know you. Rawr…"
"Oh, boy," Batgirl blanched in sudden horror.
To Be Continued…
EDIT: edited out the threesome since it was considered by many to be breaking the flow and being disrespectful towards the one to whom I was dedicating the fic. I found I agree with that assessment, so I edited it to keep it going as I wanted, be respectful to the late, great Commander, and still give a salute to the superfreak we all know and love called Zaratan. If you'd like to re-review feel free to leave a signed off review or drop a PM. And I humbly apologize for any offense anyone felt from the original version of this chapter.
Song Credit: Circus by Brittney Spears.
*= Reference to Zaratan's fanfiction on adultfanfiction(dot)com "Fortieth Birthday Surprise". If you're old enough to read it, the last part of the final chapter is the punch line from heck.
Next Chapter: A Sitch in Time, pt 2: Call Me, Beep Me