A/N: This chapter picks up right where the other one left off. So there's no time jump or anything you need to be on the look out for. Nothing really all that major happens here, like in chapter 5. This chapter is really setting the stage for a little two-part arc in the fic I'm planning on doing. So it'll get better, yay!
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The force of the kick sent her body sprawling backwards she landed roughly on her back. A thud was heard, followed by Catwoman's muffled moans of pain. Jason's foot was raised off of the ground. He snickered evilly and peered down upon Catwoman's battered body. His foot raced toward Catwoman's stomach, prepared to kick her while she was down, so to speak. Catwoman's life was saved only by mere inches; she was able to roll herself to the right of his foot. If Jason was angered by his failed attempt to end her life, he showed no signs of it.
"You know... if you would just give it up already, this would be painless..." He said as he mocked her.
"Bite me," was Catwoman's reply. She jumped up, pulled two small throwing knives from a small pocket on her side, raised her arms near shoulder length, and simultaneously launched the knives at her attacker. She quickly winced; the pain that she had put on her torn leg was too much.
As Jason saw the knives coming, a slight chuckle escaped his mouth. "Pathetic," he said as he dodged to the right side. The first knife flew by his face and he grabbed the small knife in mid air and bent directly down. The second knife sailed over his back. He instantly turned around and grabbed that knife as it flew past him. He gripped them in his hands.
"Oh how the tables have turned," he stated. Before the words even left the tip of his tongue, he sent the knives sailing through the air. Catwoman rose to her feet and looked behind her. She was feet away from falling over the edge of the roof, but that was the least of her worries. Before she even turned her head back to her attacker, the knives pierced her body. The first flew through the right side, tearing ligaments in its wake; an audible clank could be heard after it hit the ground. The second knife lodged itself in her right side, blood immediately spewed from her side.
Tears streamed down either side of her eyes. "It's over," She said to herself.
Jason grunted and ran towards his victim. He jumped into the air, both feet stretched out on either side. He grabbed what appeared to be a knife the size of a sword from his back. It was decorated with base of black and blood red and held an easily identifiable symbol; a bird resting on a fist, near the base. Jason's feet were brought forward straight into Catwoman's face. As she flew over the edge of the roof, Jason touched the ground and instantly jumped into the air again. In mid-air he looked at Catwoman's near limp body. He took his right foot, grabbed hold of Catwoman, and then pushed them both farther away from the building. When they were seconds away from hitting the street, he lodged the knife into Catwoman's upper body, barely missing her lungs. He put both of his feet on top of Catwoman and used her body to brace his fall. Bones cracked in her back, blood trailed from her nose, mouth, eyes and ears.
Jason grabbed a grappling hook from his belt and pressed a switch. It latched onto another nearby roof. He used it to glide himself upwards. When he looked back, a small crowd had formed around her corpse. A screech was heard as a carrier truck came to a sudden halt barely able to avoid running over the crowd.
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Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl's respective vehicles each raced through Gotham. All that was on their minds was rescuing Catwoman. "Bruce, you should be arriving near her location in less than 15 minutes," Oracle boomed through the intercom.
An alarm beeped and a small dot lit up on Oracle's monitor. It was blue and flashed violently. She pressed a tiny button on a remote near the base of the monitor, she honed in on East Gotham's Police signal. "Yes that's right; Captain Marx has just reported that over 17 of our finest have been slain at the East Gotham Bank," said a voice in the speaker system. Nightwing, Batman, and Robin had each heard the message with Oracle's aid. Cassandra was the first to react the news. "I'll go and check it out," she said to Batman. She lightly tapped a switch near the dashboard of the Batmobile and the top door opened. She placed one hand on the outside of the vehicle pulled out a grappling hook, launched it and used it to remove herself from the Batmobile. She neatly landed on a roof, and made her way towards the bank, Batman and Nightwing still racing towards Catwoman's position.
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Within minutes Batgirl was peering over a rooftop, glancing and observing the scene. Ambulances were parked, their radios roaring with messages. The bank wall had a hole nearly 50 feet in diameter blown in the front of it. Batgirl ran and jumped to the next rooftop slightly lower than her previous resting place. She peered over the side and into the bank and saw dozens of dead bodies; civilians and cops alike. Her detective's intuition led her to believe that whoever was responsible for this was also responsible for Catwoman's current predicament. She walked calmly to the back of her current rooftop, turned around and ran towards the edge. She pushed herself off and sailed across the street in the air. She made it to the top of the bank without a single soul seeing her. She quickly maneuvered to the rear of East Gotham Bank. She opened an air duct and slipped into it. She crawled around the bank until she was able to look down and see the dozens of bodies that lay on the ground. She grabbed the top of an air screen and pushed it downwards using her free hand to catch it before it hit the ground and alerted any unwanted company.
She landed lightly on the ground and began picking up any pieces of evidence she thought would lead to her finding out who was the cause of this. Gun shells, microscopic fibers, coins with blood on them and other various effects made their way to her tool belt.
"Oracle, I'm inside the bank collecting what I can find, but it appears that the cops have already ransacked this place for evidence. Right now a majority of them are outside or moving through the bank. I'll keep an eye out for anything else," she whispered over the intercom. A bright light was flashed into the bank. "Who's there?" Shouted a husky male voice. Batgirl dodged to the side, her cape swayed the wind. She stepped over broken pieces of glass. When she thought she was safe from whoever was following her, she turned her back and looked to where the light had come from before. Her follower had given up his search.
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Batman and Nightwing raced through the streets of East Gotham, passing familiar landmarks. Batman drove by an all too familiar area. He flashed back to his early days trying to fight against crime, before he had the bat suit. He remembered the day he got stabbed. "So many memories," he spoke to himself. Finally, they reached their destination. Batman stopped immediately, jumped out of the Batmobile and looked at the horror before him. Selina's limp body lay on the ground, blood slowly oozing from it; a small crowd had drawn near it. As he walked towards her, even more memories flooded his mind; dates, romantic excursions, the time he revealed himself to be Bruce Wayne behind the cape after all of those years. The crowd slowly dispersed in wake of The Batman and his accomplice. He knelt down beside her. "Selina," He said in a broken up voice.