Hey, I'm back and sunburnt. Rather than make you wait for me to keep editing everything I'm giving a little treat. So here's the next chapter. It's a little different from the others but contains the usual sexiness and humor. Hopefully it'll expand a certain character's story. Thanks everyone for your support, reviews and criticism. Enjoy!

The wooden bridge groaned as footfalls clamored over it. The steps were hurried; a full speed dash where one misstep could send the runner hurdling to the ground. No time for anything slower. Aminah thought as she made her dash. All her equipment jingled on her person as if to announce her escape, as did the package she held protectively against her chest.

The redhead skidded to a halt at the end of the bridge in front of a waiting horseman. Few words were exchanged and she tossed him her remaining coin and presented him with her bundle.

"Get as far away from here as you can."

"What about you?" His horse moved uneasily, signalling the owners distress."

"It's too late, I'll delay them." Aminah opened the bundle, revealing the black hair and bright green eyes of a child. Her child. "I'm sorry little one."

She offered up the child to her friend, giving one last smile before it disappeared to a frown. "Go."

Aminah turned back towards the bridge as the rider disappeared. Already a cavalcade of footfalls echoed towards her. She drew in her breath and slowly advanced towards them.

"Make this easy girl, surrender!" The leader, clad in an owl mask announced to her.

"I was taught never to surrender!" Aminah drew her sword and tossed the sheath aside. "...by you."

"Kill her." It was stated so matter of fact, as if were a foregone conclusion. Yet, she was not so easily pushed aside.

"Is she alive?" The leader asked. All around them over a dozen soldiers of the owls lay where they fell. Their rogue Talon had sliced through their ranks but fell to their numbers.

"Barely." One of his minions checked the defeated Aminah. Her breathing came in shallow slow breaths.

The owl reached into his pocket and pulled out a large gem. Already priceless, it's value was soon going to beyond calculation. "Get the wizard."

Aminah opened her eyes again. The memory of her death done playing over in her mind. They were underground now, in the basement of a nameless building. Selina called it her working area. A vast array of exercise equipment at the ready for her routine. Selina has offered their use to her, but it served her no purpose. No need to exercise when you're dead.

Aminah, now known as the Guardian, cocked her head to the side as she observed Selina; as if the motion would make following her gymnastic routine any easier. Sweat poured off the thief's body as she went about her exercise. Selina's black pants conformed to her toned legs as she worked the pommel; the material groaning from the effort of staying together.

Beads of perspiration dripped down her body before pooling in her cleavage. Already her grey tank top was turned near transparent from the sweat she let out. Her black sports bra too heaved and groaned as it struggled against her chest. Her boobs fought for freedom against the garment, and by all accounts they were winning. Aminah knew that Selina was, by all accounts, a sexual sensual creature. One need only watch her routine to see that. The complete opposite of me.

A million possibilities ran through Aminah's head, but one still kept coming up."Hard to believe huh?"

Zatanna had been sitting next to her and noticed her movement. The magician had informed her about the possibility of their lineage. It was the eyes. Brilliant emerald green irises. Zatanna explained that she saw her as she used to be, not as she was. A body free of scars, with large green eyes and a wild mane of flame red hair. That was 400 years ago. Now she was a slave bound to a stone, a killing machine if necessary. She had been used that way before. Not by Selina though, nor Zatanna who know held the stone for both their sakes.

"I don't understand."

"Batman will know. DNA testing is easy." Zatanna explained what it was earlier, but the Guardian didn't understand. She didn't need to. Trent had appeared through the doorway. He hefted a large case in one hand as he walked over to a table.

"I still have contacts with the DoD and they were kind enough to send me this." He explained to Selina who had halted her workout to examine the case. He popped the seals and withdrew a large black firearm. "These are officially called Incendiary Explosive Projectiles or IEPs."

"Catchy name." Selina responded.

"Unofficially they're called Cherry Poppers." He pulled out a carton of bullets. "They hit the target, it arms the tip, and after a millisecond, it explodes filling whatever it hit with napalm."

"Sounds useful." Selina picked up the large handgun. "Why use a Mk. 23?"

"Only gun that could withstand firing them." Trent put another box aside, not noticing Selina's movement until it was too late. "No! Don't…!"

The report of the gun was impossibly loud, rebounding around the room until it faded away. The combat dummy that was Selina's target lay in a smoking ruin; the round having done its' job.

"You couldn't have just trusted me?"

Selina blew the smoke still rising out of the barrel like she'd seen in countless movies. Already the room was filling with the acrid smell of burning plastic and foam. "This was more fun."

Trent just stared at her. "I'm taking that back when we're done. These should handle any of those Talons if they are what you say."

"You could go ask the one over there." Selina pointed to where Zatanna and the Guardian were sitting. The magician was still covering her ears. Without much else, Trent walked over.

"So you're Zatanna?"

"That's correct.

"A Magician? Like stage magic?"

"So much more, but sure." Zatanna nodded. She had gotten this speech countless times and knew exactly where it was heading. "Would you like a demonstration?"

"Sure." Trent sat down next to her.

"My bag please? Thank you." Zatanna pawed through it before coming out with her top hat. "Normal hat right?"

"Looks normal."

"A wave of the hand and flick of the wrist and…" The magician reached in and pulled out a rabbit. " ..a bunny!"

Trent was unimpressed.

"No?" She reached back inside. "How about a dove?"

"Eh."

"Hard to please huh? Let me try one more thing." This time Zatanna's entire arm disappeared inside the hat. She fished around before taking it out once again. "Boxers?"

"Why do you have those in there?"

Zatanna merely shrugged. "Beats me. They're yours after all."

"Those aren't…." He checked his pants. "...mine. How'd you do that?"

"Magic!" Zatanna's eyes sparkled with delight.

"Whatcha doing?" Selina appeared behind Trent and pressed her sweaty cleavage into the back of his head.

Trent sighed in defeat; he was surrounded. "Zatanna demonstrated her magic and stolen my underwear. Can I have those back please?"

"Nope. Not until you apologize." The mage crossed her arms over her chest.

"Apologize? For what?"

"Not believing me." She regarded Selina. "Is he always like this."

"Always." Selina smirked then smiled widely. "Say, can I borrow that for a second?"

"My hat? I suppose." Zatanna handed over her famous top hat. "What are you thinking Selina?"

Catwoman started to fish around inside. "You stole his boxers right?"

"Yeah. And you need to wash these by the way." Trent said nothing at the dig. The two women were simply too much for him to try and handle.

"So…" Selina reached it further. Trent yelped and shot upright. "The path you took is still there."

"Cut that out!" The beleaguered man shouted, swatting at his crotch.

"Make me." Selina stuck her tongue out at him. "Most guys would kill for this chance you know."

What no one else could see was Selina slowly jerking Trent off through the magic gate way of the hat. Zatanna and Aminah both watched with fascination and disdain as his pants bulged then rhythmically expanded and contracted in size. "I'm surprised you never thought of this Zatanna."

"My mind isn't as twisted as yours." She responded, her eyes glued to the wanton display of sexuality.

Selina sped up her pace causing Trent to gasp and paw at his crotch, desperately fighting against his approaching orgasm. He barely managed to croak out 'Stop it!' between moans of pleasure.

"Not until you apologize to the magician. She has feelings you know." Her hand crept lower, letting his cock rest for now as she grabbed ahold of his balls. "Geez these things are full."

Selina slunk up to him and whispered in his ear. "You didn't rub one out lately did you? It feels like you didn't."

Trent gasped as she pulled at his testicles causing his attempt to retrieve the hat and magical portal contained within to end in a complete failure. Beaten but not yet full defeated he tried to cross his legs in an attempt to prevent further attacks.

"Ooh, feisty aren't you. That won't stop me though." Catwoman switched from pulling and kneading his testicles to tickling. In an instant his legs shot back open. "There we go. All you have to do is play nice."

Trent sighed in defeat, even as he continued to grunt in pleasure. Selina worked her hand in a fury across his cock; his pants darkening where precum freely flowed from the tip. "Are you going to say it?"

"I'm gonna cum." He groaned, both annoyed and pleased with the outcome.

"You ain't cumming until you apologize mister." Her pace slowed to a painful tease.

Sweat poured of his forehead as Trent tried to hold back his orgasm. "Fine. Zatanna, I apologize."

"More." Selina tightened her grip on his cock.

"I'm sorry I doubted you were a really magician." He squeaked out.

"Apology accepted." Zatanna managed, holding in gales of laughter at his misery.

"Can I cum now?"

"Sure. You deserve it big guy." Catwoman resumed her pace and Trent sighed in relieve. A calm settled on his face as he welcomed his impending orgasm. For weeks such a delight was coming to him and now that it was going to happen he felt nothing but relief.

"Just a little more…" He sighed pleasurably.

"Like this?" Selina asked, changing her technique slightly.

"Yeah….oh that feels good." Trent responded. "Gonna cum now. Any second…."

Zatanna ripped the hat out of Selina's hand, closing off the portal in the process. "That's enough."

Both parties gasped in surprise. Selina was more than willing to let him cum this time. He had being such a good boy. Trent though was fuming. Denied again.

"Goddammit!" He shouted in frustration.

"You'll have to go finish that yourself." Zatanna stated, pointing to the giant wet spot on his crotch. "We have work to do."

Dejected, Trent turned to Catwoman. "Say Selina...could you?"

"Sorry, the moment has passed." She said in a mixture of humor, regret and mocking.

Subtle. Real subtle. Catwoman thought as she studied her surroundings. Is everyone a cliché at this point? Selina noted the plants pressing out against the glass of the greenhouse. Geez just put a beacon out next time Ivy.

In her quest to free Batman Catwoman realized she needed allies. She had two in mind, at least two she was on almost good terms with. And here's one of them. Selina didn't need Poison Ivy, but having a super powered half goddess as backup never hurt. Especially if that code doesn't work.

Catwoman jumped down from her perch, cautiously approaching the greenhouse. Poison Ivy wasn't known for traps but she was known for a hatred of humanity. And my visit will be sure to provoke that.

"Selina…." The word came in a harsh tone. "Why'd you come here?"

Well there goes surprise."I have something for you." Selina reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out several roses. "Yours I believe."

"They are." Pamela hissed. "Found them did you?"

"Race night. What's the plan this time?"

"None of your business!" Poison Ivy snapped back. "Put them down and leave. Unless you're not just a delivery girl."

"Not exactly. I need a favor."

"A favor?" Catwoman made out Pam's green eyes shifting in the distance.

"Yes" Selina went on to explain further. "I need a woman's touch."

"Interesting offer you have, but what do I get?" Ivy made herself known, sprawling out from her mini jungle as the plants made way for had to admit she was an attractive woman. Green skin complimented flame red hair. Her figure was shapely with large breasts barely contained in a torn up red shirt. She didn't wear pants but instead a ring of leaves covered her womanhood. I wonder what she was like before the accident.

"My gratitude? She offered.

"Not good enough!" Pam slammed a fist into a table and the entire greenhouse shook as her plants reacted. "I need more than just empty words from you Catwoman!"

"How about a tailor? I can get your shirt fixed and…."

"No!" Pam's fist tightened.

"Well there goes my girl's night suggestion." Selina reasoned. "How about this."

Catwoman reached into her belt and pulled out a pamphlet. The same one she had taken weeks ago at the Gotham museum. The thief offered it to Ivy. "There's a new exhibition coming. Plants of the world. Surely you want to add more to your…..collection."

".. and you'll do this for me? Just because?"

"Trading favors." Selina offered. Pam took a long in deciding. She watched as the plant goddesses eyes flicked back and forth over the brochure. She's taking far too long...that means…

Catwoman rolled, barely dodging the vine that was coming to grab her. She spun as she came up armed with the forbidden gun in one hand and a bottle of weed killer in the other. "No tricks Ivy."

The loud crack of the gun filled the greenhouse. The vine that tried attacking Selina writhed in agony as it burned from the inside out. Selina pointed the firearm around the room, feeling a little silly she was threatening plants. "Anyone else? Anyone?"

"No games Ivy. Deal or no deal."

Rage filled Ivy's face. "Deal."

"Good and no I'm not shaking your hand over it." Catwoman put away the plant killing spray but refused to release the firearm. "It's been fun Red, we need to do this again soon."

"OUT, now!." Pamela seethed.

"I´m already gone." Selina left the scene slightly dismayed but also enthused. Well that worked. Sorta. Hopefully my next house call will go better.

Well, I know I'm in the right place. Selina thought, killing the engine of her motorcycle. After her encounter with Poison Ivy she decided she needed to be a little more casual. After a quick wardrobe change she traded in the catsuit for a jacket and jeans, thermal goggles for a helmet and a utility belt for a purse. Casual was safe against someone as off kilter as Harley Quinn.

Catwoman stood before the warehouse, the red blinking lights declaring it to be Joker's hideout. Like you couldn't be more obvious. She thought. "Well, time to meet a real dish."

"Hold it!" Two thugs aka morons appeared on either side of Catwoman. "What do we have here?"

"Looks like Catwoman."

"I'm here to see your boss." Selina explained.

They ignored her request. "How'd you find our secret lair?"

"Yeah how'd you find us?" The shorter of the two added in. Why does she allow these guys to run around with guns!?

"Boys…as much as I'd like to chat, I really need to see your boss."

"She's busy and doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Alright. I've had a long ass day. I've already met Poison Ivy. I'm standing here, she isn´t. So imagine how that went." Selina's voice dropped to a growl. "Get your boss and tell her I'm here to see her.

"Or, I'll go see myself. With you at my side or at my feet." She threatened, cracking her knuckles. "Decide. Now."

"Uhhh….I'll go tell Harley." One thug scampered away.

"Right answer." The situation defused, Selina pulled out a tube of lipstick and reapplied her chosen shade. "Want some?"

The thug shook his head and Selina made kissing noises. "Your loss."

The other moron returned and roughly grabbed her arm. "The boss will see you."

Selina made a mental note of her course as she was carried through the labyrinthine warehouse that Harley had turned into the new Joker's Gang Hideout. All around her she heard the noises of nefarious deeds being done. The thief was marched up a set of stairs and into a chamber comically designed to look like a throne room, well if one considered Karo Carts historically accurate.

"What brings the cat here?" Harley demanded in a high, almost whiney tone. The criminal mastermind, and Selina used that term loosely, sat high above everyone else. Catwoman was surprised to see that Harley wasn't dressed in her black and red jumpsuit nor her Ill advised red bustier. Instead, she was in bright pink pajamas and bunny feet. "Nice outfit."

"It's casual friday." Harley snapped back. Selina noticed the bunny's eyes were replaced with cross stitching. Of course.

"She said she needed to see you." Thug 1 explained.

Harley slumped back in her throne and murmured. "Fine you knuckleheads! You get away with it this time! Leave us!"

Catwoman ripped her arm free of the thugs grip. "Good to see you too Harley. Why yes this is a new lipstick. Thanks for noticing.."

"So…." Harley leapt off her throne and grabbed her bat. She bounced it off her hand as she climbed down the steps. "...What do you need this time? You never come visit just to talk!"

"I have a phone you know."

"Yes, yes so do I. I follow your instagram too. Nice vacation pictures by the way. I catched some of my boys drooling over that one of you in the black bikini.""

*whack*

A beer bottle shattered under the blonde's bat. "But we never see each other face to face. Have lunches. Go to brunch! Making heads go munch, munch, munch!"

"I...uh…" I'm in over my head. As usual.

"So what is it? What drove you out of the shadows to meet little old me?"

"I need your men." Catwoman admitted. "I'm planning something big and I need them as a distraction."

"Something big huh?" Harley took a swipe with her bat and sent a trash can flying across the room.

Selina took a step back. "Possibly the greatest heist of them all."

"Heist you say? Treasure? Pirate gold?!" The psychotic woman exclaimed. Selina wanted to shake her head and tell her no; to tell her she was actually going to rescue Batman. Yet, there was no knowing how the blonde would take that news. Better not mention big and brooding around her.

"Yes, treasure." Selina feigned excitement. "A great big hunk of it."

"I'm afraid it's impossible." Harley's tone got much darker. "With Mr. J behind bars I need all my boys to protect me. Who knows who'll come after me. Old Burn Face might get the dumb idea to go after our turf."

No one. No one wants your brand of crazy Harley. Except me. "So there's nothing I can do to convince you to help?"

"I heard you had a new boyfriend." Harley stated. "Is he any good? Better than Bats?"

Does everyone know about my life. Some thief I am. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Do you sucky sucky every boy you meet?" the blonde made the obvious gesture.

"Not all." Already Selina was looking for an escape route.

"That's too bad, he could be quite the charmer." Harley sighed and let the bat fall from her grip. "I could use a good lay. Mr J in jail and those goons out there aren't there for me. Old Harley could use a ride."

"So is there anything I can do for your help?" The thief reiterated. She had no interest in delving into Harley's love life. The thought filled her with dread. Trent doesn't even deserve that.

Harley pursed her lips, "Well...there is one thing….."

"I think I hate this." Selina stated, pulling down her tank top that kept riding up.

"Wash!" Harley commanded, throwing a bucket of soapy water onto the car before them.