Chapter 35: Corporate Takeover

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Captain Cold:
Putting my hand over Ivy's mouth, we crawl beneath the desk and kept as quiet as we could. The betas walking around the desk, they look around for a bit, their evil eyes glowing dark red. Lights coming from their eyes, they scan the surrounding areas.

Crawling back as far as we could, I pray when the lights hit the tip of my boots. Preparing for the worst, I was both startle and grateful when the betas turn around and left. Slamming the doors as they exit, I let out a sigh of relief.

Struggling and pulling my hand away, Ivy split a little before turning to face me.

"Your gloves taste horrible," she says, splitting a little in my face. Wiping the splits from my goggles, I place my ear against the desk and listen.

"Come on," I say, crawling out and looking around. "The betas are gone. At least for now. Let get what we need and get the heck out of here."

Leaving the office, Ivy and I tip-toe and walk around as carefully as we could. Occasionally running into a squad of betas, we quietly took them down and went on with the search.

"Where a darn directory when you need one," I say, peeking around a corner to see an empty hallway. "Nothing. Hey, I don't suppose you saw something that look like an archive or a library on our way around? Did you?"

"No," Ivy reply, peeking around the opposite corner. "Just all empty offices. I feel like there should be someone here at least. You know, someone who is flesh and bones. Not just bolts and wires."

"Yeah, that what I was thinking when we first got off the elevator? Why is this place so dead? Where is everyone? Shouldn't there be, I don't know, some geeks in thick glasses walking around? It's like everyone just pack up and left."

"Hmm," Ivy says, petting a plant as it wrap itself around her arm. "So this place is a ghost town. Basically, no one here."

"Yeah. No one here."

Catwoman:
"Why is Cyborg here," I scream, ducking behind a corner as Cyborg fire and destroy a huge chuck. Kneeing down and holding my head, I got back up and look back at Cyborg as his arm cannon begin powering up again.

"No clue," Harleen reply, also hiding behind another nearby corner. "Maybe all the betas alert him."

"If so, then I hope they only alert him. We already got our hands full."

"Well, if we have our hands full," Harleen starts, pointing pass me. "Then I think we may need to start thinking about dropping a few of them."

Turning my head, I was startle to see a squadron of betas walking toward us, their eyes bright-red and their arms extended, small wires flying out of their palms.

"On it," Harleen screams, running toward the bots. "You got Cyborg!"

"Wait," I say, shooting out my hand. "Why do I get Cyborg! I don't want Cyborg!"

Bringing out a hammer and slamming down on the first wave, I turn to face Cyborg just as he fire. Hitting and sending me through a few walls, I push myself up and prepare for a fight.

"You know," Cyborg starts, stepping through the hole in the wall. "Curiosity killed the cat. Though I will admit, I am a little curious as to why you and Harleen are breaking into Wayne Tower. Ain't no diamonds or ruby in here."

"But there is information," I reply, "Information I want very, very much. You know, informative can be just as valuable as diamonds. Maybe a little more."

Bringing out both my whip and the "cat boxes", I toss them onto the ground and watch as smokes erupt and reveal to us my three robots cats.

"What in the world," Cyborg asks, his aim changing. "What are those?"

"No idea, but hey, I like them. I like them a lot. Go get him, Headstrong."

Headstrong growling, he along with Whisker and Silverback charge toward Cyborg.

Captain Cold:
"Hey," I say, grabbing Ivy by her shoulder and stopping her. "I think I find it."

Cupping my hands around my face, I peek in through a window and saw rows after rows of metal file cabinets. Bringing out my cold gun and freezing the handle, I then kick it in.

"Stupid," Ivy says, hitting me in the head. "That was loud! Really loud! Betas are going to coming in waves!"

"Yeah, like they aren't already."

Rushing in, we look around for a bit before splitting up and searching the cabinets. While I froze, Ivy summoned vines to ripped them right open.

"Anything," I yells after the fifth or sixth cabinets. Skimming files after files, tossing them behind me when I read nothing important, I stop when I heard footstep.

"Oh come on-", I try to say before something hit Ivy in her face and knock her down. "What-"

Reaching for my gun, something hit my hand and I pull back. Groaning and holding my hand, I look toward the door to see Nightwing standing there, twirling his batons on his hands.

"Leonard Snart," Nightwing says, getting into a fighting stance. "What? Out of banks to rob in Central City? Came here to try and find a big score? Well guess what. Instead of a score, you're just going to find yourself in a morgue."

"What," I reply, shaking the blood off. "Not evil enough to become a Regime. Lucky for me, purple and covered in wires is not a look I want."

Reaching for my gun again, Nightwing pull something out and toss it at me. Despite grabbing my gun, the batarang still hit me in the shoulder. Dropping to my knee, I pull the darn thing out and face Nightwing. Already running down the hallway, he jump and kick me in the chest, knocking me onto the ground.

Jumping into the air and bringing up back his batons, I raise my leg and stop him. Tossing him over me, he tuck and roll and land on his feet, recovering instantly. Turning over, I aim down my cold gun. My finger about to squeeze the trigger, Nightwing round kick it and instead, I hit and freeze another file cabinets.

'Darn it," I yell, looking at the frozen cabinet. Readjusting my aim, Nightwing grab me before I could fire and place the tip of his baton right against my heart.

"Breaking into Wayne Tower is a serious offenses," Nightwing says, "As serious as a heart attack."

Catwoman:
Screaming as Silverback scratch out Cyborg's "human"eye, he stumble back holding it.

"Stupid cats," he groan, firing blindly and getting nothing.

"Hey Tin Man," I say, extending my fingers to bring out some sharp claws I just discover. "Here's a little something. Cats got claws."

Charging like my cats, I scratch at Cyborg's face, forcing him to look down. Once looking, I jump and wrap my legs around his body. Bending backward, I flip him completely over and slam his head into the ground.

"Who deserve a little treats," I say, cuddling my robot cats as they surround me. "Oh you do. Yes, you all do. I only hope the man had some."

Scratching behind their ears, they all then hiss, snarling at Cyborg as he push himself up. Holding his eyes, he then very weakly stood up. Struggling to stand, he eventually give up and drop to his knees.

"Okay," he moan, "It's time to end this."

Aiming his blaster, my cats hiss as he fire. Only, instead of a blast, a large boom tube appear in front of us.

"This is Cyborg," Cyborg says among the wind causing everything to fly around. "Requesting backup at Wanye Tower. Access through boom tube. Send him in."

Wandering who "him" is, my question was answer when someone step in through the boom tube and into the room. His feet dropping mud as he enter, he look up and smile at me.

"Selina," he says, mass amount of clay falling off from him. "Long time no see."

"Clayface," I reply, "Yeah. It's been awhile. Not that I'm complaining."