Title: Partners in Crime
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of Batman and Superman.
Chapter 4- Lois meet Selina, she's missing her caped crusader, too.
"What the hell?" Muttered Catwoman as she saw two women clumsily carry Batman out of the back door of the Gotham Public Library and into a dark van.
Selina Kyle a.k.a. Catwoman had been prowling the streets of Gotham, not exactly looking for anything to steal, but just clearing her mind of a insomnia little when she saw the Dark Knight swooping down behind the library and enter. 'I thought I was the one who was supposed to be breaking an entering.'
So when she saw him being carried out of the building unconscious she decided to follow. Catwomen by nature are very quick, stealthy, and graceful, but they can not follow a van moving over 60 miles an hour for more than a few minutes without loosing the vehicle. But they do have the sense and ability to remember license plates.
The bat cave is equipped with extremely high tech equipment for looking into police records, government documents, old and recent news papers, FBI information and also finding out which license plates belong to who. With all this technology, the Bat mobile, the Bat plane, and the Bat boat, you would think that the Bat Cave would be slightly more difficult to break into. Sure there was surveillance, detection beams, and the like, but it was so much easier just breaking into the Wayne Estate then finding the only door that was locked. After that you just break the lock and down the slide into the bat cave you go. Selina had seen much of the mansion when she and Bruce had been dating, a time before they both knew who they really were.
She sat searching the Gotham City DMV for the license plate number ABC987, but nothing came up. 'Alright,' She thought. 'Let's search the state's records.' A picture of a blonde women and a profile of her came up. "Tessa McKafree." She said out loud. "Current Residence: Metropolis."
'Next' she thought. 'What were you doing today Bruce?' She checked through the computer data base to find his schedule for today's events. Meetings, lunch, more meetings. 'Nothing out of the ordinary for the president of a major company.'
This was getting her no where. Selina needed to find out where that woman had taken Bruce and she needed to know now! Catwomen do not like to be left out of the loop especially when it has to do with their Batmen. Leaning back in the chair she sighed observing her surroundings. Some papers strewn about, a brief case with some files about Wayne Enterprise technology, Bruce's cell phone, his 2,000 dollar watch- wait, his cell phone?
Selina picked it up pressing redial.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After Bruce had called Lois search Clarks entire house. She now knew that Clark didn't leave willingly, but that someone broke into his house and must have taken him in his weakened state. The door lock had been broken and some things in Clarks apartment had been moved and disheveled. She knew she should have never left him alone, damn that break in the Lex Corp case. How could she let this happen? Clark was both her partner and the love of her life and has saved her millions of times. Of course she had done plenty of saving herself she shouldn't have let herself be taken away from him when he needed her.
The phone rang startling Lois out of her thoughts of guilt.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Hello, is there a resident of the house there that I could speak to?" Asked a pleasant female voice from the other side of the line.
"Who may I ask is calling?"
"I was just wondering if they would like to change their current phone plan to Metro Wireless."
"I'm sorry, but Clark isn't here right now."
"Clark?"
"Yes, Clark Kent." Lois explained with a tad of annoyance in her voice. "The man whose house your calling. If I'm not mistaken don't solicitors usually know who they are calling?"
"Yes, yes we do. I'm sorry it's just that on my list his name was spelt wrong; it says here Clair Kent." Said the female solicitor apologetically. "I am really very sorry for the inconvenience."
"It's no problem."
"Have a nice day."
"You, too."
'That was strange.' Mused Lois as she returned to her thoughts about how to find Clark.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
'Clark, Clark Kent.' The name sounded familiar to Selina but she could be sure where she had heard his name before. Suddenly it hit her; he was a writer for the Metropolis's Daily Planet. Metropolis? Why would Bruce be calling Clark Kent in Metropolis? Didn't Tessa McKaffree live in Metropolis? There was only one way to find out, 'Metropolis, here I come.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Evening was falling upon Metropolis and the moon was being raised up into the star studded sky and Clark had not returned. Lois's nerves were more frazzled then ever. This usually levelheaded reporter was neither level headed or acting extremely reporter like. Lois had exhausted most of her reporter skills. She couldn't tell anyone were Clark was because she simply didn't know so she had to make up stories about how he was sick with a case of food poisoning and would most likely not be returning to work for a few days.
She only hoped that she could find him before then and that he was alright.
Lois was tired, a walking train wreck of guilty emotions. And though her feet hurt she couldn't stop her pacing feet and running mind. She paced into the kitchen, and into the living room and into Clarks room. Finally laying down on his bed, but her thoughts would never seem to settle. Before she knew it and without intentions of doing so she drifted off into a light sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Metropolis was certainly different. Not in the way it was crowded with homicidal villains or caped crusaders, but it seemed to be more...glitzy, Hollywood meets the All-American-Way while Gotham was New York with an edge of the mysterious.
She could definitely make a profit in this town after she saved Bruce.
22, 24, 26, apartment number 28 on Laremont Lane. Welcome to the Kent residence. There were lights on inside, but no one seemed to be there. Selina scaled the roof checking in through each window until she finally saw a sleeping woman on the bed. 'Now I know who I was talking to.' She was finally able to put a face to the voice.
Figuring it was safe she enter the front door, it was broken, and crept quietly and catlike through out the room. Picking up papers, an address book, other things around the house. Papers with different names and corresponding addresses and phone numbers on them were strewn about the floor. They were Lois's contact sheets, but she didn't know that.
And she also didn't know what to look for. Usually it was jewels, money, golden statuettes shaped like ancient cats. She was lot to say the least and now she would never find him.
"Who the hell are you?" Asked a voice from behind. She wasn't the only one who could be quiet.
"Who wants to know?" Catwoman cocked her head to one side and smirked the only way a feline can.
"I asked you first." Lois was cold and had a deadly stare, hands of hips.
"Isn't it obvious?" Now Catwoman was smiling maliciously only to be greeted with the other woman's vague look of confusion. She sighed. "I supposed you Metropolisians don't really read Gotham news papers that often. I," She paused for dramatic effect. "am Catwoman."
"I'm sorry if I'm not impressed, Catwoman. And yes I do read Gotham News and since I do I know you are a thief and a burglar and I should call the police this very instant!"
"Go ahead. I'll be miles away before the even get in a ten minutes of this place. Besides I wasn't even going to rob you." Catwoman waited for the woman to follow through with her threat, but the reporter side of Lois wasn't going to make this easy for her. She asked a question.
"Then why are you here?"
"I'm looking for my pet Bat."
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of Batman and Superman.
Chapter 4- Lois meet Selina, she's missing her caped crusader, too.
"What the hell?" Muttered Catwoman as she saw two women clumsily carry Batman out of the back door of the Gotham Public Library and into a dark van.
Selina Kyle a.k.a. Catwoman had been prowling the streets of Gotham, not exactly looking for anything to steal, but just clearing her mind of a insomnia little when she saw the Dark Knight swooping down behind the library and enter. 'I thought I was the one who was supposed to be breaking an entering.'
So when she saw him being carried out of the building unconscious she decided to follow. Catwomen by nature are very quick, stealthy, and graceful, but they can not follow a van moving over 60 miles an hour for more than a few minutes without loosing the vehicle. But they do have the sense and ability to remember license plates.
The bat cave is equipped with extremely high tech equipment for looking into police records, government documents, old and recent news papers, FBI information and also finding out which license plates belong to who. With all this technology, the Bat mobile, the Bat plane, and the Bat boat, you would think that the Bat Cave would be slightly more difficult to break into. Sure there was surveillance, detection beams, and the like, but it was so much easier just breaking into the Wayne Estate then finding the only door that was locked. After that you just break the lock and down the slide into the bat cave you go. Selina had seen much of the mansion when she and Bruce had been dating, a time before they both knew who they really were.
She sat searching the Gotham City DMV for the license plate number ABC987, but nothing came up. 'Alright,' She thought. 'Let's search the state's records.' A picture of a blonde women and a profile of her came up. "Tessa McKafree." She said out loud. "Current Residence: Metropolis."
'Next' she thought. 'What were you doing today Bruce?' She checked through the computer data base to find his schedule for today's events. Meetings, lunch, more meetings. 'Nothing out of the ordinary for the president of a major company.'
This was getting her no where. Selina needed to find out where that woman had taken Bruce and she needed to know now! Catwomen do not like to be left out of the loop especially when it has to do with their Batmen. Leaning back in the chair she sighed observing her surroundings. Some papers strewn about, a brief case with some files about Wayne Enterprise technology, Bruce's cell phone, his 2,000 dollar watch- wait, his cell phone?
Selina picked it up pressing redial.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After Bruce had called Lois search Clarks entire house. She now knew that Clark didn't leave willingly, but that someone broke into his house and must have taken him in his weakened state. The door lock had been broken and some things in Clarks apartment had been moved and disheveled. She knew she should have never left him alone, damn that break in the Lex Corp case. How could she let this happen? Clark was both her partner and the love of her life and has saved her millions of times. Of course she had done plenty of saving herself she shouldn't have let herself be taken away from him when he needed her.
The phone rang startling Lois out of her thoughts of guilt.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Hello, is there a resident of the house there that I could speak to?" Asked a pleasant female voice from the other side of the line.
"Who may I ask is calling?"
"I was just wondering if they would like to change their current phone plan to Metro Wireless."
"I'm sorry, but Clark isn't here right now."
"Clark?"
"Yes, Clark Kent." Lois explained with a tad of annoyance in her voice. "The man whose house your calling. If I'm not mistaken don't solicitors usually know who they are calling?"
"Yes, yes we do. I'm sorry it's just that on my list his name was spelt wrong; it says here Clair Kent." Said the female solicitor apologetically. "I am really very sorry for the inconvenience."
"It's no problem."
"Have a nice day."
"You, too."
'That was strange.' Mused Lois as she returned to her thoughts about how to find Clark.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
'Clark, Clark Kent.' The name sounded familiar to Selina but she could be sure where she had heard his name before. Suddenly it hit her; he was a writer for the Metropolis's Daily Planet. Metropolis? Why would Bruce be calling Clark Kent in Metropolis? Didn't Tessa McKaffree live in Metropolis? There was only one way to find out, 'Metropolis, here I come.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Evening was falling upon Metropolis and the moon was being raised up into the star studded sky and Clark had not returned. Lois's nerves were more frazzled then ever. This usually levelheaded reporter was neither level headed or acting extremely reporter like. Lois had exhausted most of her reporter skills. She couldn't tell anyone were Clark was because she simply didn't know so she had to make up stories about how he was sick with a case of food poisoning and would most likely not be returning to work for a few days.
She only hoped that she could find him before then and that he was alright.
Lois was tired, a walking train wreck of guilty emotions. And though her feet hurt she couldn't stop her pacing feet and running mind. She paced into the kitchen, and into the living room and into Clarks room. Finally laying down on his bed, but her thoughts would never seem to settle. Before she knew it and without intentions of doing so she drifted off into a light sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Metropolis was certainly different. Not in the way it was crowded with homicidal villains or caped crusaders, but it seemed to be more...glitzy, Hollywood meets the All-American-Way while Gotham was New York with an edge of the mysterious.
She could definitely make a profit in this town after she saved Bruce.
22, 24, 26, apartment number 28 on Laremont Lane. Welcome to the Kent residence. There were lights on inside, but no one seemed to be there. Selina scaled the roof checking in through each window until she finally saw a sleeping woman on the bed. 'Now I know who I was talking to.' She was finally able to put a face to the voice.
Figuring it was safe she enter the front door, it was broken, and crept quietly and catlike through out the room. Picking up papers, an address book, other things around the house. Papers with different names and corresponding addresses and phone numbers on them were strewn about the floor. They were Lois's contact sheets, but she didn't know that.
And she also didn't know what to look for. Usually it was jewels, money, golden statuettes shaped like ancient cats. She was lot to say the least and now she would never find him.
"Who the hell are you?" Asked a voice from behind. She wasn't the only one who could be quiet.
"Who wants to know?" Catwoman cocked her head to one side and smirked the only way a feline can.
"I asked you first." Lois was cold and had a deadly stare, hands of hips.
"Isn't it obvious?" Now Catwoman was smiling maliciously only to be greeted with the other woman's vague look of confusion. She sighed. "I supposed you Metropolisians don't really read Gotham news papers that often. I," She paused for dramatic effect. "am Catwoman."
"I'm sorry if I'm not impressed, Catwoman. And yes I do read Gotham News and since I do I know you are a thief and a burglar and I should call the police this very instant!"
"Go ahead. I'll be miles away before the even get in a ten minutes of this place. Besides I wasn't even going to rob you." Catwoman waited for the woman to follow through with her threat, but the reporter side of Lois wasn't going to make this easy for her. She asked a question.
"Then why are you here?"
"I'm looking for my pet Bat."