Selina felt the air rush out of lungs as she slammed into the brickwork, leaving an impression in the red clay. 'Okay, maybe this wasn't so smart.' She thought as she crumpled to her knees. Her mystery attacker was seemingly unhurt and unphased. It was a battle Catwoman knew she couldn't win, but why'd she start it in the first place?
As soon as Selina saw the booted feet before her, she knew it was trouble. Rather than wait for some monologue, but opted to attack first. That was a mistake. It seems like the blue garbed individual rolled with her spring attack, taking her and knocking her off just like Selina did hours earlier with the dopey guards. They could anticipate her every action, and counter just as well.
That was just the beginning. Now, her attacker seemed to show no mercy. They picked her up and held her up against the wall in a choke that threatened to cut off the air that slowly began to refill her lungs. Selina dug her claws into them, hoping they'd just let up so she could get away. It had nay a response on them as pushed deeper. "Let me down you blue devil!"
Surprisingly, her attacker did so. Catwoman felt the grip on her neck release and she slid down the wall, coming to a halt on her haunches. As she grasped for breath, massaging her sore neck she looked up at her assailant. They appeared almost in a wait state. Not moving, just looking back down at her. Selina had to get out of here. Using her remaining strength she quipped off a one liner while running at speed towards the buildings edge.
"Sorry to leave like this, but I gotta dash!" Before heading to the building edge and leaping off. It wasn't her smartest move. Selina saw buildings and lights flash past as she brought out her whip. Lashing a set of power cables she swung forward, coming up to the top of another building. She rolled as she landed, another mistake as she felt something pop in her chest. Pausing to collect her breath, she looked back up at the building she was just on. Selina could almost see the outline of her assailant standing at the edge looking down at her.
Catwoman smiled smugly despite the pain she felt. 'Let's see you match that!' She thought. Wincing slightly in pain another thought hit her. She needed to get home.
**
Slipping into through her apartment window, Selina immediately draped off her goggles and tossed tossed them, and her equipment bag to the side. Locking the window and pulling back the drapes, she turned to face the empty apartment. Nearly empty. From the bedroom her feline friend Isis plodded out. Announcing her entrance with a low purr.
"Hello baby." Selina smirked at her, getting a murmur in reply. "No, I didn't forget you. I even got you catnip from out front."
Isis was seemingly placated as Selina reached into her discarded bad and pulled out a few leaves she collected. Amazing that people use this stuff for direction. Isis seemed to agree as she face-downed into the bowl to get at the goodies.
With that matter taken care of, Selina turned back to her more important duties. Going through her belongings, she dragged them into her bedroom. One of the few things she actually purchased was a safe. Heavy and impossibly thick, it was a deterrent from most thieves that would break in. Typing in her code and entering her fingerprint, the safe clicked open.
The safe was modest looking at best, inside it held some fantastic items however. Here a ceremonial dagger waiting for a buyer, there a stack of cash for emergencies. Pushing a button, the bottom drawer popped out, showing cutouts for Catwoman's gear. Selina withdrew each item from her belt and bag, inspecting each one before placing it in their spots. Last she withdrew her prize of the night. The large gem still glittered as she placed it inside the safe.
Catwoman considered it as she closed up the safe. The jewel would be hot, but maybe Holly could find a buyer. She might have to wait for it to cool down before she could fence it out. Turning back to the rest of the room, Selina yanked on her zipper. It fought at first, but soon yielded to her insistent tugging.
Inches of soft pale flesh came into view as the material making up her outfit parted. Her chest wasted no time in filling up the void. The zipper stopped just south of navel. Selina brought her hands up and out of the sleeves, wringing her wrists and flexing her arms in the process. The grey black material was nice, but just a tad tight and not quite flexible enough for her tastes.
'Shower now or later?' She considered, arching her back and sending her firm ladies skyward. Bones popped as a yawn escaped her lips. 'Later.' Licking her lips, she still tasted a bit of Trent on her as she shimmied out of her costume. Now naked save for a thong, she slid into her bathroom and commenced her nighttime rituals. Selina had to admire herself as she removed her bare makeup and washed up her face. Despite everything she had managed to take care of herself. She ran her fingers through her close cropped black hair, debating on letting it go longer like Batgirl's. Deciding to pass for now, she instead brought out her toothpaste and started to brush. As she did, she scanned her body this way and that. A new bruise was forming on her back where she was thrown in a display. Aggravated no doubt by being further slammed into some brickwork.
Satisfied that it would heal fairly quickly, she continued her inspection. Her midsection was nice and taut: A definite 6 pack showing. Her breasts, no where near as big as Poison Ivy's but bigger than Batgirls, those perky C-cups caused quite a stir amongst her male opponents. Not to forget her butt however. It was tight like Quinn's but there was some stuffing there. All her exercise at the gym paid off in that respect.
Finishing her duties, she returned to her bedroom. Selina opted to discard the panties and instead slipped on her night attire. Calling it attire was generous of course, a pair of grey Batman boxers with his logo on the crotch was all it consisted of. She stifled another yawn as she slipped in between her silky soft sheets, pleased as Isis hopped up on bed and settled near her. All in all it was a good day.
**
Sunlight poured in across Selina's face, signaling that it was time to get up. As she opened her emerald irises slowly, she became aware of a low rumbling on her chest. Sparing a glance, she found Isis firmly planted between her bare breasts. She purred in contentment at her choosen perch, and Selina felt the vibrations through her entire body.
"Come on. Off." Selina poked at the black cat, but she remained firmly planted. Selina sighed and poked the cat more insistently. "Come on, I got stuff to do."
Her purring stopped and she opened her eyes. Stretching out and unleashing a large yawn, the cat looked at her owner expectantly. "I shower, then food."
Semi-satisfied, Isis allowed her to pick her up and move her to the side. Rolling out of bed, Selina wandered into the bathroom, her boxers hitting the floor just before the door. Naked, she stretched after turning the faucet, the warm water slowly replacing the cold that filled the antiquated pipes. Turning on her iPod and speakers, Selina took this time to give another glance over her body. 'Definitely going to have a bruise.'
A pleasant steamy mist rose over the curtain, signaling her shower was ready. With hard rock blasting her head was under the large shower head, its gentle blast of warm water soaking into her pores. "Mmm...that's the stuff." A solid squirt of shampoo poured into her hand from the bottle, the purple liquid turning into a foam as she massaged it into her scalp. As it sunk in, Selina considered the previous days events. She almost felt bad about leaving Trent like that. Almost. Typical guy falling for the soft swells of her breasts. She mused on that as she massaged her body wash across her mounds. 'He seemed like such a tough character. Why was he there? The jewel is valuable sure, but there has to be something else going on. The museum would not bring in outside help unless there was something truly valuable.'
Working lower, her soapy fingers ran across her stomach before heading south. The thought of Trent stuck on that rooftop, his dripping cock almost painfully erect. Selina loved that idea as she ran her fingers across her folds. He wanted to cum so bad and she didn't let him. Her fingers glided back across her lips, casually stroking her engorged clit in the process. A soft moan erupted from her mouth as her hand continued it's tease. Her free hand massaged her soapy breasts in kind. Grabbing onto each tit and playing with it mercilessly before moving to the other.
A cry escaped from her lips as she tweaked her nipples. Her other hand began to work in earnest, the thumb twirling about her clit while two fingers plunged deep inside her sex. Passion drove her. Her passion for her work, showing her abilities as she beat down those 5 knuckleheads that would of denied her the prize. Passion for extorting information out of Trent. Her blow job that had him teetering on the edge of orgasm until he was ready to spill his secrets.
Her hand worked in a blur. Furiously pumping her sex for all it was worth. She loved to tease. Selina's outfit made sure that her best was on display. Her generous chest threatening to spill forth from their confines. Her well-formed ass pushing out the back-end, sticking out whenever she bent over. Mmm, she was Gotham's most wanted. Wanted for her abilities and her body.
Selina's knees went weak as she came. Her body doubled over as the walls shook from her cry of release. So loud that she was audible over Thunderstruck blasting from the speakers. she held her fingers in place over her sex as her juices erupted, thoroughly coating them with her fluids. Panting, she brought her fingers up to her lips and sucked at her juices, savoring her sweetness.
The water was beginning to turn cold when she finally stepped out of the shower. Clad only in a towel wrapped loosely around her waist she left her bedroom following Isis' lead into the living room. She stopped short however when she noticed something.
"Shit!" She dove back into her bedroom, losing her towel in the process. Butt naked, she leaned out and spared a glance into the living room. Against the far wall the same blue figure from last night stood, arms folded across her chest. 'Is this how Catwoman goes? Naked in her own room?' She sat pondering for several moments. They knew she was there. Knew she was up, yet did nothing. Sparing another glance she saw the masked figure had still nor moved. Selina's head came forward as she shrugged. 'Time to do something stupid.'
Standing, she cautiously left the safety of the doorframe. Slowly approaching the figure, she took time to study it, forgetting her own nudity. Old fashion dark blue boots with dark blue pants coming out of them. They weren't tight at all to the figures' body. A leather belt adorned their waist with two decidedly sharp curving blades at either hip. Their top consisted of a suit looking thing, almost middle east looking, light blue interspersed with dark blue patterns. A white mask with 2 thin red stripes going over the darkened eye sockets covered their face. Head wrapped in the same blue, even their hands were completely covered. Whoever it was valued their identity.
Selina studied the figure, deciding that there was a decidedly feminine appearance. Small breasts making a small dent in the cloth of her top. Reaching forward, she made a move to remove the mask, only to have her hand slapped away. 'Girl you're in way over your head.' She thought to herself.
"I'm going to need coffee for this." She let the person be and made her way into the kitchen area, preparing the coffee and savoring the aroma of the expensive coffee as it brewed. Returning to the living room, her guest hadn't moved. Sipping the stolen coffee, Selena eyed up her occupant when an idea struck her. In just a moment she was back in the living room from the bedroom, book in hand. She had noticed the book on Trent last night, and couldn't resist stealing it from the security expert. Sitting on the couch across from her visitor, she started to page through the book.
"You're not the Ventriloquist...not Talia Al'Ghul...Are you Lady Clay? No...Joker's Daughter? Hmm." Selina paged through the book, which to her surprise was well researched and organized. 'I'll have to thank Trent when I see him again.'
Selina was interrupted in her examination by a knock on her door. Letting the mysterious person be, she passed Isis. The black feline was contentedly purring on a cat tree, completely oblivious to their intruder. "Some guard cat you are."
Peering through the hole she spied the slightly chubby figure of Holly, her fence. 'This'll be good.' Selina thought as she opened the door up. "Holly, what brings you by?"
The blonde former dancer blinked for several seconds. "Ummm...do you always answer the door nude?"
Selina's face turned bright red. "Oh shit" She made a mad dash for the bedroom, coming out in mere seconds in a black tank top and her boxers. No bra however as her breasts bounced with each movement. "Sorry, what can I do for you?"
Holly was found staring at her other guest, who thankfully hadn't moved at all. "New costume idea?"
Selina blinked in surprise. "It's in the works...planning stages...planning."
"I see." Holly stated, not completely believing her. "I came by to let you know that someone broke into the Gotham museum last night. Broke a lot of things, incapacitated several guards. One was tied up on the roof with his dick hanging out. Do you know anything about that?"
Catwoman did her best to withhold a smile as last nights' events played out in her head. "Maybe."
Holly nodded thoughtfully. "Uh huh. Well, just to let you know they apparently didn't steal anything. The prize gem of the piece was left balanced on the guys cock, but the Falcone family has taken an interest in that particular exhibit. The thief may want to watch their back."
"I'll keep an eye out."
"Be sure you do, the Falcone's have a vested interest in their prizes on display." Holly made her way towards the door, stopping only to pet Isis on the tree. "Remember what I said."
As the door shut Selina dropped herself back on the couch. She looked back up at the figure standing like a statue then back down at her book. "This day is starting off grand. Now who are you?"
Selina had barely time to flip through some more pages when another knock came at the door. This one was harsh, more insistent. Her companion seemed to turn and regard the door. 'Go away.' She let the knocking continue until it stopped. Selina let out a sigh of relief when this time a bashing sound erupted from the door. Eyes wide, she watched the door as it groaned and started to splinter.
With one last heave the door splintered off its hinges, but Catwoman was fast. Already she was in her bedroom gathering her items. Her top already off as her newest guests called out to her. "Come on out Catwoman! We want to have a word with you!"
From the tone, a word was the last thing they wanted. 'Holly you bitch!' Selina thought as she ripped open her closet and pulled her outfit off the rack. "Come on Catwoman! Carmine doesn't want to be kept waiting!"
A pause. "She's not coming out, boss said to bring her regardless of condition." Selina distinctly heard guns cocking as she raced to get her legs into her outfit. 'This might not go over well.' Catwoman heard a pair of feet approaching the door. With most of her gear still in the safe, the door knob started to turn. She was out of time.
***
A sharp exclamation followed by a meaty thud erupted from the adjoining room. Another shout, a sickening crunch, and the wall shook from a large impact. Wide-eyed, Selina cautiously approached the door. She carefully turned the knob and peeked through. Both of her newest visitors were in a heap on the floor. One of them had his arm twisted at a physically impossible angle, the other was bleeding slightly from where his head his an exposed wall tack. Her first guest stood above them, first staring down at her work then back up at the startled cat burgler.
"They shant trouble you Selina." The voice came out of the mask in a near hiss and sent her back into her bedroom. Her breathing ragged at this sudden turn, she gulped several times to regain her composure. Curiously, she stuck her head out again to find the figure still standing there.
What had just happened played out in her head again. 'Okay, this is some pretty weird shit.' The rest of Selina slid through the doorway. "You can speak."
Annoyed. "Of course, you just didn't ask before."
Selina slapped her forehead. Groaning she responded, "No I suppose I didn't. Why did you attack me yesterday?"
"You struck first."
"Alright I see where this is headed." Selina moved back to the coffee table and snapped up the book and her coffee, completely ignoring the two knocked out assailants. "I don't suppose you have a name do you."
The figure canted her head to the side for a moment. "I had a name once. Maybe you'll learn it later, for now The Guardian will suffice."
Selina looked into her coffee, idly wondering if it was laced. "I shouldn't have gotten up this morning. Okay, well I guess I have some digging to do."
The Guardian shifted slightly, then went back to her original spot. "As you ran into the bedroom, I dove behind the couch. They did not see me." She paused thoughtfully, "Holly betrayed you."
"I know that!" Selina shouted unnecessarily. "Sorry, it's been an interesting morning." She rubbed her temples considering her next moves.
"Right now, I have 3 things to do. 1) Get rid of dumb and dumber here. 2) Visit Holly and learn what's so special about this heist. The Falcone's have a great interest in this gem. 3) Visit the library and see if it knows anything."
"4)" The Guardian added, "Get dressed."
Selina looked down and realized for the third time today she was naked in front of a guest. She screamed and covered her large bust, scrambling to where her top had been discarded. Selina turned, her face bright red, and faced The Guardian again. "You could of told me!"
"I thought you knew."
Selina growled and headed back into her bedroom, her voice emanating from the closet. "You're quite the weird one you are. Even for the array of weirdos I see. Break into a person's home, but not do anything. Defend them, then point out their lack of clothing. Geez. What have I gotten into."
She move to her bathroom and stared at her vast piles of makeup. 'What to wear today. Need to be proper.' Selina stared down at her myriad of options before she made her choice. "I'm not ungrateful, I just find it odd that your behavior is so erratic. And this is coming from me of all people."
No response. She dutifully applied some black eyeliner. It highlighted her green eyes and gave them a smokey, mysterious look. Her appearance was made all the better when she applied a little blush to her cheeks, to give her pale flesh some color. 'Girl you need to start tanning.' Just like last night, she took out her tube of ruby red lipstick, gingerly applying it to her full lips. She gave herself a smirk in the mirror. 'Looking good!'
Catwoman emerged from her bedroom in normal attire. Her half worn outfit put aside. Instead a pair of hip hugging jeans covered her curvaceous posterior. A pair of black boots covered her feet, and a black lace bra covered her gorgeous chest. That too was hidden by a black t-shirt she pulled over her chest, a small amount of cleavage still bubbling through the V neck. She donned a black leather jacket, pulling out a matching set of gloves and a pair of sunglasses. Looking at her guest, "You'll be here I assume?"
"I'll be here."
"If you could sweep up or something..." She gestured to the pile of guys on the floor. "That would be great. Save the guns though! We can sell those." Giving her companion one last look through her smoldering eyes, Selina went through the damaged door, shutting it as best as she could. 'My landlord is going to kill me.' She considered her task list for the day as she made her way to her parking area behind a chain fence. There sat her little baby, another thing she actually bought legitimately. The black BMW R27 growled as she kicked the starter. Catwoman throttled it once and dropped it into gear. First things first, she thought as she tore onto the Gotham streets. 'Time to hit the books.'
**
Selina raced through the streets, coming to a stop at a red light. No she wasn't going to be breaking the traffic laws...yet. As she waited for the light to turn, she took in her surroundings. It was a surprisingly nice day in Gotham, the sun managed to beat down the grim and make the city look kind of nice. What it really did was highlight the architecture unique to Gotham. Just up the street on the left sat the Gotham Art Museum. A museum she had never been in professionally. 'They took us once at the orphanage, I recall being bored.' She thought. No one wanted to deal with high end artwork, it was all tracked and microchipped anyway. 'Too many hassles.'
She looked back at the light then back at the museum. The mix of pillars and gargoyles made it imposing, almost intimidating. Something caught her eye. Right in front of the museum was a bright green car with purple trim. 'Curious.' The light changed and Selina rolled forward to just opposite the museum. Hitching her bike up for just a moment, she pulled down her shades and took a good look at the vehicle. Green with purple trim, the full size sedan could of only belonged to one person in her mind.
'The Riddler. Now what is that enigmatic Nygma doing?' She thought to herself. The only person that could dress like a pimp in broad daylight and no one would care. That wasn't her primary concern however, but her interest was piqued. Selina could however do something about it later. He still owed her after the Dock Job. Reaching into her leather jacket, she pulled out a gel cap looking thing. She gave it a might heave and sent it flying across traffic. The capsule shattered on impact, leaving a yellow goop and a small black micro transmitter, another gift from the Bat. To all but the closest inspection, it would look just like a bug strike and be dismissed just as quickly.
Redonning her shades, she put the bike back in gear and got away from there. Selina had no interest in hanging around if the Riddler was about. No telling what that puzzle obsessed villain was doing. After several more moments, twists and turns through the Gotham streets, she approached her destination: The main branch of the Gotham Public Library. Parking her bike safely in an underground parking garage, she silently rode the elevator up to the main street level, then into the library.
The main entrance of the library was a grand affair. Beautiful marble floors with golden trim. A large opening existed so that one could look all that way up and see the skylight up on the 7th floor. Natural light poured and gave it a rather open quality. Her goal here was not to admire the décor however. She quickly made her way into the library proper, passing shelves full of books, and busts of famous contributors long buried. Sitting down at one of the many available computers, past the ones where men were looking up porn, she called up the book registry.
Selina typed in her request, but the searches kept coming up with no results. "Why can't these things just use Google." She said in desperation.
"Is there something I can help you with?" A pleasant female voice asked to her side, startling her.
Selina turned to see a beautiful red head. The woman sat confined in a wheelchair, but that in no way impacted her friendliness. "Yes, I'm trying to lookup books relating to minerals."
"Well, Miss..."
"Kyle."
"Miss Kyle, sometimes you have to phrase it a certain way. Is that a particular subject you're looking for?" Before Selina could respond, the woman wheeled over to look at the computer screen. "Piece of the Heavens? That's pretty specific. You should back out a bit first."
Selina couldn't shake the feeling that the woman was studying her. "Okay...what do you suggest?"
"Well, geology and mineralogy is too vague. Try searching for books specifically on gems and jewels. That may get your closer."
Selina complied and was rewarded by several hits. The redheaded woman responded by pointing out a few things on the screen. "These are the listings here, you may want to start with this text. It's the most recently published." She fished out a notepad and wrote down several of the numbers for Selina.
"The geology section is on the fourth floor. Your books will be in that section." She stated handing Selina the sheet of paper.
"Thank you Miss...?"
"Gordon. Barbara Gordon."
Selina's heart sank a little when she heard that name. She had heard what had happened. "Thank you Barbara."
Barbara waited a few minutes for Selina to leave. When she was confident, she reached into her bag and pulled out a peculiar cell phone. Typing in a few numbers, she didn't wait long for the other end to answer. "B. Selina is at the library. She was looking up gems, specifically the one that was actually stolen last night." Before she heard any confirmation she closed the phone and put it back in her bag. This was certainly interesting to her and to Batman.
**
Selina sat sprawled along the aisle. The books she pulled scattered about, each open to a different subject. Currently her nose was deep into the latest book of the library's collection. In it, she found mostly irrelevant information. However, there were a couple gems. It seems that her newest prize was originally owned by one Henry Ducard. He seemed to have owned it his entire life, never keeping it far from him. After his death a few years back, the jewel along with several others, were sold at auction by a collection of museums. Now it rotated around to the various museums that chipped in to buy it. 'That doesn't explain everyone's interest in it however' Selina mused.
What was even more fascinating was that several of the museums tried to analyze the gem, hunting for why it glowed, but no one could find an answer. Needless to say, its' market value was incredible, yet still didn't provide an answer that satiated her need to know. Slightly discouraged, she put the books back in the respective spots before leaving.
Selina had no more than walked out the door when she was approached by another woman.
"Excuse me? Miss! Miss?"
Selina turned cautiously and found herself face to face with Vicky Vale. "Umm, yes?" She replied, grateful it wasn't the police, or anyone else for that matter.
The redheaded Vale was followed closely by a cameraman. "Gotham News here, we're trying to get a word on the street. What do you think of all the recent museum break-ins?"
"Wait, you said all?" Selina was slightly confused.
"Yes, of course. Last night someone, police think Catwoman, broke into Gotham's Natural History museum. What do you think? Is Gotham asking for it to have all these museums here?"
Selina felt herself blush and heat rise in her body. 'Hopefully they think I'm just nervous.' She had to think quickly. "Well, I.."
***
"...think that it's important for all people, especially our younger citizens to have a chance to see and appreciate art. Educating our future as it were. I was just there last week with a group of kids from the Gotham City Orphanage, they loved the Egypt exhibits." Selina finished on the TV screen.
"And what do you think about Batman? Is he the cause of all this?" Vicky spoke before turning the microphone back on to her.
She looked nervous on the screen, lost in thought for several moments. "I don't think so. I get the idea these idiots would appear regardless, Batman is just trying to help out. Certain villains would be here regardless."
"Thank you again." The camera turned back to face Vicky completely. "Well, you've heard it here first. Another Gotham citizen supporting the work of Batman, and continues to desire the exhibition of fine art in our city."
Trent crushed the beer can in his hand, throwing it at the tv in disgusted. "That was fucking her! She humiliates me, then goes on TV and brags about it." Ever since she left him up on the rooftop he had been plotting. Already he had been fired from his job for 'unnecessary measures' whatever the fuck that meant. It had been less than a day, but deciding what to do to her filled his thoughts. Humiliate her like she did to him? Leave her tied up on a rooftop? Steal back the gem? All were possibilities for a man bent on revenge. A knock on his door brought him out of his contemplation.
"Excuse me, are you Trent Stevens?" A professional looking woman asked upon the door opening.
"I am." Trent took the time to analyze this one. She was of average height, with brunette hair done up in a bun. A pair of black frames glasses covered her eyes. A light blue button down shirt was bursting at the seams trying to contain her chest, while a black skirt covered her legs and well-formed rear.
"I'm Ms. Gatewood, I'm here on behalf of Carmine Falcone. I wish to discuss a business opportunity with you. May I come in?"
"Please." Trent watched her walk in and shut the door behind her, smiling to himself. It looked like things were looking up.
**
Holly turned slightly in her bed, adjusting for a better position. A gentle breeze from the open window made her shiver. With a groan, she forced herself out of bed and to the window.
"Must be tired, I don't remember opening it." With a grunt of effort, Holly closed the window and made crawled back into bed. Barely asleep, a voice spoke out above her.
"Hello Holly."
Her eyes snapped open and adrenaline pumped through her system. "Selina...?!" She half crawled to the headboard, holding up the blankets protectively.
Catwoman's emerald eyes sparkled in the moonlight filtering through the window, her smile in a feral grin. "We need to talk."