Titans East

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC or Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana, Lance/Diablos, and Bast.

Chapter 14: Talking Feline to Feline

The three were-felines were all staring at Bast. Bast looked back,

"What? Ever see a goddess of felines before?"
Farrah shook her head,

"Lance never told me he had a woman living here."
She clenched her fists, roaring,

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"
The goddess of felines tried to calm her down,

"Easy, honey. Diablos and I haven't been together for at least fifty years."
At this, they all blinked at her. Cheetah shook her head,

"Wait a minute; that kid looks like he should be in college."
Bast was confused for a moment, then nodded in understanding,

"I see. He never told you, then."
Tigra asked,

"Told us what?"

Bast shrugged,

"Diablos is immortal. He's at least 4000 years old."
At this, the three mortal were-felines all had their jaws drop open in shock and surprise. Farrah mouthed the words,

"Four…thousand…years?"

Cheetah grinned,

"What's his secret?"
Bast smirked,

"Ask him sometime."

Tigra looked at her friend,

"You sure can pick 'em, little sis."
Bast grinned,

"You should see how rich he is."
Farrah had slight drool escaping her mouth. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and she said in a monotone voice,

"I must marry him. I must have his babies."
Bast smirked and, then, her smirk faded. She sighed and looked at the were-lioness,

"I'm glad he found someone, especially after what happened to him in New Orleans."

The three felines looked at her, hoping for an explanation. Bast looked up at the expressions,

"I see he hasn't told you. To be honest, he has not told me too much of what happened."

She leapt off the sofa and turned into a panther. Bast growled and signaled them to follow her. The three felines did so.

Panther Bast eventually led them to a room where she stayed. It was very open, with ample furniture and bedding. The sheets had a silky touch to them. In a corner, there was a cage full of mice. Bast walked to the cage and changed back into her true form. She opened it, took out a mouse, and swallowed it whole. She grinned and licked her fingers,

"Too bad mice are so fattening; I'd eat more if they didn't go into my thighs and hips."

Bast then flipped onto the bed, playfully looking at the three women,

"Sit down, and I'll tell you the tale."

The women immediately noticed there were not any chairs. Then, they knew. They had to sit like true cats. Taking to all fours, the three sat down like cats, while Bast explained,

"A few years ago, the storms hit in New Orleans. One of the hurricanes was the worst to hit ever, and Diablos traveled down to the city to try and help them. He and I were not intimate at the time, but we kept in close contact with each other.

As I stated earlier, I don't know everything, but, when I did find him a day later to see how he was doing…"

Bast deliberately stopped at that. She shook her head,

"He was a broken man. Diablos would not tell me what had happened, but I could see it in his eyes; he was horrified and angry at something that happened to a hospital. He only would say they were all dead, that they could not have been rescued. I do not know what was going on, but I have a feeling I know what it is."

Tigra asked,

"What happened?"

The goddess shook her head,

"I feel better if he told you the story himself. What I am certain is that, from that day on, he vowed he would do everything he could to prevent something like this from happening. He had decided he wanted to be a hero."

She sighed,

"At first, I thought it was one of his childish fantasies he had dreamed up, but, he flew back to New Jersey the very next day and furnished his costume. He watched a ton of anime, let me tell you. I stayed with him, just to see if he was going to go through with it. Sure enough, he did. I admit; I was surprised when he made the local papers. He had such a fearsome determination about him; I sensed he was reborn, like Diablos had finally found the calling he was meant for. I was proud of him, but he still kept what happened that day to himself."

Bast looked at Persiana,

"I know you are a bit surprised and extremely protective of him. Please, believe me when I tell you that he and I have not had any intimacy since he started this. I still deeply care about him and worry about his sanity at times."
Persiana stood up on all fours and approached Bast. The lioness reared her fangs and hissed,

"Diablos is mine. While I respect what you're doing, remember this; he is not yours anymore. He belongs to me, and I will personally rearrange every hair on your body if you don't respect my territory."

Bast hissed back and pounced on all fours, turning into a similar lioness hybrid. She hissed,

"If you hurt him, I will throw you into a pit of fire. Diablos is under my protection as well as yours."

She backed off, continuing,

"However, I will honor your wishes, because I do not wish to see Diablos get hurt."

Farrah nodded,

"We agree on something. That's a start."

Cheetah whispered to Tigra,

"What are they doing?"

The tigress responded,

"Persiana is extremely territorial when it comes to her boyfriends and her teammates. Trust me, the two were feeling each other out, establishing the boundaries and setting the limits. Usually, Farrah would demand a fight, just to know she has their attention."

Cheetah nodded in understanding.

Farrah and Bast nodded in understanding and slinked away, as if the ferals had an unspoken code with each other.

The goddess of felines then said,

"I just remembered; Diablos was out doing errands earlier today. He'll be back shortly."

Persiana grew an evil smile. She said,

"Ladies, how would you like to…"

At that moment, Diablos was carrying several grocery bags in through the front door. He put them on the table and began putting them away.

A pair of furry arms and legs grappled him from behind. The red-eyed hero recognized them as Farrah's. He swallowed nervously,

"Farrah, what are you doing here?"

The lioness purred,

"Checking up on my mate. How are you feeling today?"

Lance was about to respond when an audible growl came from in front of him.

Cheetah was perched on the table. She had her hands on her knees and she grinned seductively,

"Hello, handsome. Remember me from the bank?"

She traced a finger on his chin and purred,

"Handsome, just like I left you."

"Persiana has a good eye for men, Cheetah."

Tigra sauntered in and placed her head playfully on Lance's shoulder,

"Believe me; little sis can definitely pick 'em."

Lance swallowed nervously as he tried to explain his way out of this,

"Farrah, shouldn't you be angry that they're flirting with me?"

Persiana purred,

"What? Are you worried I might be angry with them?"

Tigra growled,

"I've always wondered what it is my little sister sees in you. You definitely are rich…and you look so hot!"

Cheetah came close,

"You are so adorable when you're nervous. We are gonna have so much fun."

At this, Diablos fainted on the floor. Bast, who was watching through the doorway, laughed,

"That worked better than expected."

Persiana, still clutching to him, said,

"All right, ladies; show's over. Bats told us to investigate and we did."

Tigra asked,

"What are you going to do with him now, little sis?"

Farrah shrugged,

"I was thinking of tying him to the bed and leaving him there for a few days. He's immortal and has a healing factor. He should be all right."

They all looked at her, giving looks that bordered on the creepy. Barbara asked,

"And what are you going to tie him down with, Persiana?"

Farrah smiled,

"My body. Trust me; I'm VERY flexible."

Tigra asked,

"Do you think Batman will let you mix business and pleasure?"

The lioness answered,

"Screw him! If he wanted this info so badly on him, he would have gotten it himself."

Next Chapter:
An entity from Farrah's world takes express interest in Titans East, and pits them against four villainous powerhouses. Find out whom next Chapter.