DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of Catwoman.
First Author's Note: Been raining since yesterday. So loathe it, but hey this was born. Second Author's Note is at the End. . .
Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):
Life isn't Easy:
elijahhedgemond: Awww, both chapters read/reviewed, love that. Very glad you're interested. I don't mind the rant, it's well noted. Forcing Adrien and Marinette to be romantically together doesn't make sense at all. It destroys any character development both had. You're definitely not alone being infuriated there, remember I still watch but only to stay current. 'fangtastic' pun you're getting there. Thanks for the Favorite/Follow here.
BearfootTruck: Read both chapters YAY! Good, your so curious BFT honey. I'm thankful you're not so confused by it's second chapter. Yes, the blunettes sisterly moments are sweet. You'll have to see how she copes. Thanks for the Favorite/Follow here.
A Time of Need:
Sanryokyoko: Strange? Well okay, matter of perspective. Yes, one of my favorites parts to write. Scourge deserved worse tho.
Opening his apartment door, keys dropping to the tiny table beside it. Tired dark brown eyes glare into his silent living space. Mind going back to many of his fellow cops STILL questioning where Catwoman went after nearly 6 months have passed since charges on Patience Phillips were dropped.
Only a strong meow pulls him out his hurting thoughts atop the gray-ish couch to his right.
His exhaustion somewhat forgotten, tho the rain pounding down makes him wish for his bed. As he reaches his left hand to rub his newly adopted russian blue cat's head.
"Hey Stormy. Sorry I'm home late."
Her amber bright eyes blink, her tail twitches as she jumps down off the couch. He smirks already well aware of her mannerisms.
'That demeanor screams: Yeah, it'll happen tomorrow, whatever'.
Watching her strut up to the closed window as thunder booms through the sky. Rubbing his clean cut black hair, dark brown eyes narrow in suspicion. Stormy looks down at the folded note and coffee cup with steam raising from it. The plastic cup's side has 'Miss You' in black cursive.
The sad smile on his lips, has Stormy lock eyes with him. She senses his pain, meowing more softly as if to comfort him. She rubs her face on his left blue jeans clothed thigh.
"You're not going to tell me, how she keeps getting in are you?"
He asks knowing even if Stormy truly could. She won't at all. Grabbing the folded note, calmly sits on the gray-ish couch. He carefully sips the fresh coffee. Unfolding the note, an excited smile practically splits his face.
Don't blame Stormy for not telling. She knows why I haven't revealed how. Continue to be the great man you are, protect the people. You know I will do the same. . . when I want too. I miss you Tom.
- Always Yours, Patience Phillips
P.S. Catwoman is heading to Paris France, you may see her again.
Rubbing his chin in deep thought. The smile never leaving, Stormy places her left front paw on the note. Staring into his dark brown eyes. He chuckles joyously. Picking up Stormy, as she curls in purring at the full attention.
"I'm out voted. I'll take sometime off."
THE END!
Second Author's Note: There's the hint. Until next Catwoman work.