Silence won out for several minutes as Catwoman and Holly stared at each other. "Why?"
"What?" Holly looked confused.
"Why'd you do it. Sell me out to Falcone." Selina pivoted slightly, her response almost matter of fact.
"I don't know what you mean." Holly was nearly trembling.
"Oh please. It's obvious that you did. You leave my apartment and 10 minutes later his goons show up? There are coincidences in the world, but this isn't one of them." Catwoman leaned forward over the terrified woman.
"You weren't meant to escape." She whispered quietly.
"I'm sorry what was that?" Selina mock held her hand to her ear. She knew exactly what was said.
"You weren't meant to escape! Falcone is after you for that job. He is after that prize, and he knows the displayed gem is a fake!"
Selina leaned back, a feral grin on her face. "Excellent, now we're getting somewhere. So I'll ask again: Why?"
"You wouldn't just leave a gem delicately placed on a man's unit unless it was a fake. One of Falcone's informants told him you were involved. He's after you to get to the gem. There's someone that's ordered him to do it!"
Catwoman, who at this point was leaning against a wall examining her retractable claws, stopped and looked over. "Someone ordered him? He's doesn't take orders from anyone, nor does he fear anyone save Batman."
Holly, still hidden under her sheets, nodded. "It's someone powerful. I don't know who, I was just told to check you out."
"You were told. My my…do you sell out cheap."
"I didn't have a choice!" Holly shouted, for once standing up. "Falcone knows I fence for you, find jobs, etc. He threatened my little Sarah. I don't know what I would do without her." Holly broke down sobbing.
Selina pulled back, puzzled. This was an interesting turn. Falcone must be scared to go that low. He's an ass, but he always did have a sense of honor. "We're done."
Holly finished crying with a sniffle. "Catwoman? Selina?" Her room was empty.
Selina sat perched on a gargoyle on the Majestic Hotel. Far below the city lights twinkled. The myriad of sounds from the sleepless city making filling her ears. Holly betrayed me, Falcone is afraid. What is going on? Who's pulling the strings? This was Batman's territory not hers. So much easier to steal things. Her ears perked up, someone was nearby.
"How long have you been here Bat?" Catwoman didn't bother looking over.
"Sorry. I'm not Batman."
Selina barely had time to look up before a fist knocked her temple. Crap. It was all she could think before darkness claimed her.
The floor was on the ceiling. The lights were on the relative floor. That's what Selina noticed when she came to. She was upside-down hanging by a rope. Oh the dramatic upside-down rope bit. At least there's no acid pit below me this time. Selina struggled against her ropes but they were done so well that her struggles just increased their hold.
"It's no use struggling Catwoman, or should I say Ms. Kyle." Oh for the love of….
"What's the matter? Don't want to play with kitty?" She still couldn't identify her assailant. The dim lighting in the stereotyped abandoned warehouse made making him out impossible. Still, there was a nagging suspicion that his voice sounded familiar.
"There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, we'd like to have some words with you."
Of all the damn clichés… "Why not. I'm just hanging around."
"You most certainly are Ms. Kyle." This voice was more dignified, more commanding. Falcone.
"And to what do I owe this honor Falcone?"
"There was a theft the other day at the Gotham Museum. An object of great value was stolen. I'd like to see it returned."
Well this took an interesting turn. "You? A purveyor of the arts? I didn't know you had this side. I believe Riddler was at the art museum today, maybe you can talk to him."
"Quiet!" Leather smacked skin in a deafening crack. Selina swayed where she hung from the impact, her face turning red. "As I said, I have an interest in seeing it returned."
"I saw that it was recovered. There's no need to talk to me about it." Selina paused, her face stinging. Silently she extended a claw from her gloves and prodded the rope binding her "What was it? Oh yes, perched on a security guards cock?"
"That wasn't the real one and you know it!" Now Selina recognized the voice.
"Oh hi Trent!" She brightened, "You should introduce yourself. Sorry about the last encounter, but you know a girl's prerogative." Her claw dug in a little further, carefully cutting individual strands.
"Oh I'm going to…"
"Do nothing. Yet." Catwoman knew he intended to keep that vow. Falcone turned back to her. "I'll be leaving now Ms. Kyle. It would be quite advantageous of you to be more forthcoming with your knowledge, lest something happen to you."
Selina slowly worked out her hand. Already the rope was starting to slacken. It was best she do it carefully or she might plummet to ground before her two captors. "Charming as always Falcone. I'll be seeing you soon for sure."
"Mr. Stevens, a moment." Falcone moved out of the room and Trent followed. Selina didn't waste the opportunity; furiously cutting through the ropes. When at last they snapped Catwoman grabbed each end with her hands. Through raw strength alone she held the rope together. This way to the casual inspection she was still bound.
The thief watched as they looked in on her. Her muscles burned from exertion, their cries for release starting to overwhelm her. Fortunately, Falcone took one last look inside the room and walked away. After a time, she heard a motor start and slowly fade away. Trent hadn't reentered the room yet, this was her only chance.
"Now Ms. Kyle I believe we have something to…." Trent looked at where Selina was, or was supposed to be. Instead just a pile of rope and the hook where she was mounted remained. "...discuss."
Trent spun around only to be grabbed and slammed face first into something incredibly soft. Selina let out a chuckle that turned into a sigh. "That's it baby now we can be alone."
Trent struggled more in vain against her grip. With every passing second her hold tightened, pressing his head more and more against her soft cleavage. It would be a dream come true, motorboating one of the biggest names in Gotham, but right this moment Trent was feeling anything but that joy. Instead, oxygen became a factor. His struggles started to slacken as he ran out of steam.
Catwoman felt him stop struggling and pass out. The deadweight of his body sliding down hers before slumping on the floor. "All too easy honey." Selina looked down and saw a trail of saliva in her cleavage. "Ick. You're one messy lover."
Trent woke up much the same way Selina did earlier. He hung upside-down hanging from the very same hook with the very same rope. While the room around him was flipped upside-down, the face in front of him was in the correct orientation. "Catwoman."
Selina Kyle sat rather awkwardly in a chair across from him. Her face just inches him from his. "Oh good, you're awake now." she nonchalantly examined a clawed glove. "I think we have another question session coming for us. So tell me….why does Falcone want the gem."
Trent was silent; his only response was to struggle against his bindings.
"Please, It's no use struggling." Her words a mockery of those he used earlier. "We both know I have the gem. Who is pushing Falcone?"
Trent shook his head, but did speak. "Someone powerful in the city. I don't know who."
Selina looked annoyed. "Seriously? Do you know how many times I've heard that in the last few days? I want a better answer." Displaying her level of fitness she was able to thrust out her chest while still maintaining her awkward position. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Okay. I've heard that it's something called the court. Whoever those are."
Catwoman's interest piqued. Well this is interesting. Didn't Batman destroy the court? "Really? The court?"
"You know them?" Trent asked, surprised.
"Despite all the knowledge in your wonderful book, it is a little incomplete. Yes, I've met the court before. It's called the Court of Owls for your information. Very powerful, very dangerous. Falcone is a street thug compared to them."
"What are you going to do? Take them down?" His face twisted into a sneer.
Catwoman examined her claw again. "Oh, don't you worry your head about that." She paused and considered. "You've been a good boy; I think you should be rewarded."
Trent watched in wonder as Selina propped herself up with just her hands. Still on the chair, she spun around before extending her legs out. He felt her wrap around his body. Her head mere inches from his crotch.
"You haven't been with anyone else have you? I can't stand unfaithful lovers." She fingered his zipper, slowly opening it up.
Her victim could only groan in response, Selina's fabric covered sex practically rubbing his face.
"What was that darling? Why yes, I do think you'd like a good blowjob."
With her legs wrapped around his body she, none too gently, yanked at his belt. With that garment removed, she popped open his zipper and fished out her prize. "My, it looks bigger than I recall." Selina licked her lips in anticipation before looking down on her victim. "I'm curious though, with both heads fighting for blood, which will win out?"
Having only received a muffled grunt in response, Catwoman opted to continue. Her gloves removed, she took the large member in her hands. She slowly pumped away, watching it steadily rise to attention. The 9 inch member had a large head to match; a head that was now staring right at her. "Right on time baby."
Selina lavished attention on his dick. Her tongue reached out and ran its' length while her hands kept pumping it. When it was good and wet, she popped it into her mouth, the large head just barely fitting in. Her tongue lashed across the surface, rubbing the crown and the slit in kind. It responded by bulging even more while releasing a small amount of pre.
Catwoman slowly brought her mouth in on the member, carefully letting the large intruder into her gullet. It was big for sure, but having experienced it before, she knew she could take it. More and more she slid into her mouth, the tool sliding up and down her throat with ease. Her cheeks bulged out each time she ducked down his cock. She continued until she had the whole length down her throat.
The dick came from of her mouth with a loud pop. "Having fun down there honey?" She received a murmur in reply. "I thought so, just hang on."
What she was doing before was now amplified tenfold. Her ministrations increased in pace and severity. Selina's hands pumped with all their might along the exposed length of his tool; occasionally leaving to fondle his sack. It was much more than anyone would be expected to handle. Much more than anyone could handle. A groan and muffled cry from his head, the one she was sucking, signaled something was about to happen.
His cock sputtered and bucked as he began to release, or tried to anyway. Catwoman's grip was such that it wasn't possible. Yet, his member tried in vain to cum, bucking wildly and turning nearly crimson. Another groan from him, this time in frustration, yet as his member died down so did his struggles. She eased off his abused rod; a small strand of saliva bridging between her mouth and his softening tool.
Trent had passed out again; it seems one head had sucked all the blood out of the other, despite gravity's pull. With a smirk, Selina dismounted her partner and released him from his confines. Being the generous soul that she was, Catwoman opted to give Trent something to remember her by. She wiped away the saliva that had trickled down her chin before applying more of her ruby red lipstick, his favorite; she leaned in and gave his member a kiss on the head. She left him there, a bright red lip print on his cock and a small peck on his cheek. Selina was nothing if not a classy lover.
Catwoman left the building somewhat satisfied. True, Trent once again was denied a release, but she did get the information she wanted. The latter part was just fun on her end. Selina stopped before a slightly beaten down car, examining it carefully. Probably Trent's. For a moment she considered stealing it but opted not to. For one: she decided to leave him some mode to get out of here. The other reason: she didn't want to be seen driving a sad Ford Crown Vic through Gotham's streets.
A girl has to have some class. She thought to herself as she slowly picked her way out of the warehouse district and back to the city proper. Catwoman has a date tonight.
Catwoman sighed. This was boring. She had waited for over an hour at the Bat signal and there was no sign of him.
"Batman won't be here this evening Ms. Kyle."
Selina looked up from where she was sitting. Leaning against the rail above her was Commissioner Gordon, the tireless defender of the city. "He won't."
Catwoman stood up and stretched, walking up over to where he was standing. Normally she would be quite tense, he was the leader of the Gotham PD after all, but something in his tone and attitude suggested otherwise.
"I should be running you in, you know that." Selina nodded. "It's not worth it, there's too much going on to deal with.
To Catwoman he seemed a little worried. "What's wrong?"
"Batman is missing. He said he was investigating a lead before he went missing."
Selina gulped. This is bad. Very bad. "What lead?"
"Should I tell you?"
Catwoman went back to the batsignal and pressed herself against it. She could feel the heat coming off it as her but slid onto its' surface. "Come now commissioner, you know your secret is safe with me." She leaned back against the light, ignoring the heat, spreading her body out. To the people of Gotham, the batsignal was now transposed with Catwoman. A dark angel illuminating the sky.
To Commissioner Gordon, Catwoman was a dark angel personified. "Why don't you tell me? I'll make it worth your while." Matching words to action, Selina played with the zipper on her costume, lowering a notch or two at a time.
Jim, long divorced and far too busy for most relationships, was quite tempted by Catwoman's offer. On some level he would take some level of satisfaction in having sex with one of Gotham's villains. Restraint won out however. "There's no need for that Selina."
Catwoman pouted, her full red lips aching to be kissing. At least in his opinion. "Are you sure I can't sweeten the deal?" Another notch.
He groaned, "Quite sure."
She zipped herself back up and leaned off the light. "Suit yourself."
"Anyway, Batman mentioned the resurgence of the Court of Owls, whatever that is. I know little of them, and don't care to know more. Beyond the attacks last year, they've been silent." Jim paused. "And I hope they stay that way."
Selina nodded slightly, hiding the worry from her face. "Make's sense. Where was tall, dark and brooding?"
"The Undercity."
Damnit! "I see." Selina went to the ledge of the building, suddenly anxious to leave.
"Selina….Catwoman." That got her attention; he never referred to her as Catwoman.
"Yes?"
"Don't try to be a hero." Jim sounded quite sincere in that statement.
"Don't worry. I've never tried to be." Catwoman leapt off the roof into the darkness below.
"You have a very interesting method of dealing with people." The Guardian said as Catwoman reappeared.
"Why am I not surprised that you were watching."
"So how will you handle the Court?" It annoyed Selina to no end how singular her new partner was. It was irritating.
"Nothing, I will do nothing. Batman can take care of himself. I have to look out for number 1." She pointed to herself. "I never should've broken into the museum and stolen that gem. Shit's gone downhill since then. Even by my standards."
"But you do have to do something."
Catwoman felt something bubble over inside of her as she stared at the blue garbed character. Her companion was...ugh….something just felt wrong and it poured over. Anger. That's what it was.
"I'm done. I'm done with all this. The court is far beyond what I can handle." Catwoman left in a huff leaving her partner standing outside the building.
"But Selina…."
"Just fuck off and let me be." Selina stormed off into the night, away from all of this.
"Catwoman..." The word, sharp with a tinge of venom, came from behind her.
"Listen, I'm not interested in." She half turned and immediately stopped, her eyes going wide.
"You have been tried and found guilty by the Court of Owls. You've been sentenced to death." Not five feet from Selina was a Talon. The owl like mask staring death at her.
She barely had time to move as the blade came in; Missing by mere fractions of an inch as she rolled away. Damn girl you're losing your touch. Now with slightly more space she unfurled her whip, but already she knew this was going to be tough. The day's activities had worn her down and Catwoman was not at her best.
Her whip lashed out at her attacker, but they seemed to sidestep it easily. Each time drawing in closer and closer. Steadily, Selina was being backed up against a wall. She attempted one last desperate attack. Her whip arced out and seemed to hit them for just a second, but to Catwoman's horror something far worse happened. One of the knives her attacker held sliced through the whip. The leather held on for a brief second before ripping clear. "That was my favorite whip asshole."
Selina dropped the now useless whip and dove at her attacker. It wasn't her smartest idea yet, but it was her only one. The pair tumbled as the Talon lost balance, Catwoman fortunately coming out on top. She rolled slightly and came up on her feet.
Catwoman tried to get away, but a loud twack of fist on bone sent her tumbling to the ground. Spitting up asphalt, Selina half turn on her side until a boot slammed into her and held her down. She looked up into the mask of her attacker, those glowing eyes seemed to bore right into her own emerald irises. The dagger in their hand raised high. And this is how Catwoman dies.