"What the hell is Mistress Bast's problem?" Persia questioned the girls as they all stood together in the lounging area of their lair. Quite a few rooms away from the throne of Mistress Bast, this was more like the living room area for all of the students/trainees. Listening to Persia as they sat in their cat suits, unmasked, was Francesca, Bianca and Alexandria.
"What do you mean by that Persia?" Bianca questioned as she shifted her head to Persia's direction. Persia's cat's-eyes were full of fiery rage and she rolled them after Bianca's question.
"You know damn well what I mean! Think about it guys! When Bast first resurfaced in New Gotham, we were the lost orphans who thought of Mistress Bast as our mother! We were her willing devotees to be turned into Catwomen, because it would give us freedom!" Persia yelled.
"And what? Look around! We still have each other, Vera made the way to become the new Catwoman, and we have New Gotham all to ourselves now that Huntress and her friend are out of the way." Alexandria said with a smile that still did not ease the fires within Persia's eyes.
"Sure, Vera was the lucky one out of our Sisterhood! All because she was a true kiss-ass to Mistress Bast, she was the one that truly donned in the mantle of Catwoman! But what about us? Vera and Bast get all of the prestige while all we get is their scraps and kitty litter!" Persia yelled with anger.
"You had better shut up Persia! One of them may hear you; I mean they are converting Huntress to join our Sisterhood!" Francesca yelled in warning to her. All Persia did was sigh and looked at the trio.
"And that's another thing! Dinah and Huntress were here but for only two minutes and already we have new graduates. Just because one is a terribly strong metahuman and the other a crime fighter, how does that justify their right to become full-fledged Catwomen? We certainly do deserve that title and privilege, not Dinah, not Huntress, and not Vera!" Persia said as she stood up and began to shout to the top of her lungs. Of course the girls were shocked at how she felt, but that was not the only unexpected surprise; three familiar people began to walk into the living room lair.
"Wow, I'm impressed Persia. You and I have not even held down a conversation and you're already passing judgment. You really are quite the feisty bitch aren't you?" Huntress questioned as she stared at the surprised girl. Persia regained herself and shook her head at the sight of her.
"I'm only telling it like it is, bitch. You don't deserve to wear that cat suit, or get that whip, or the mask. You're still just a little girl with big wet dreams of nothing. My friends here are the real Sisterhood, and you're just a cheap imitation." Vera malevolently expressed as both of her nose nostrils grew. Her eyes finding rage as well, Huntress soon went over to her, and in a quick flash went and super-kicked Persia, hard in her face. Both Dinah and Vera began to laugh after the blind-sided assault.
Running over to aid their friend, Francesca, Bianca and Alexandria helped to raise a fallen Persia to her feet. Blood coming from her nose a bit, Persia just smirked and looked at Huntress.
"That was definitely a lucky shot. But I guarantee you Huntress; you'll never truly be accepted into our Sisterhood. Mistress Bast may see something within you, but you and Dinah mean nothing to Bianca, Frankie, Alex and I." Persia spoke dangerously low as a caring Francesca cradled her head into her ample bosom.
"Do you think we give a damn about what you think, or who you accept? Mistress Bast promised our freedom and to do whatever and take whatever or whomever we want in New Gotham." Dinah said as she placed her arm over Huntress' shoulder as Huntress placed her head on Dinah's arm.
"We've spent so many useless nights trying to protect and serve the people of New Gotham, when stealing from them and beating them up could be so much easier." Huntress said. Vera walked over to join Huntress and Dinah, and Persia just sucked her teeth.
"You're such a turncat to Vera. With your head so far up Mistress Bast's tail I thought she was lion instead of a cat. You disgust us! I guess you forgot when, us five had no one to depend on but each other! Sleeping in streets like alley cats and even going as far to prostitute ourselves sometimes just to buy food; those memories must have slipped your mind since you became Catwoman." Persia spoke bitterly at a seemingly hurt but not defeated Vera.
"How dare you Persia? You and the girls feel this way because you all are jealous! Jealous because of the power that I wield! Get it straight, I am the new and improved Catwoman!" Vera defended herself as she put on the mask to add more insult to injury. Though she remained quiet, Huntress gritted her teeth at the sight of Vera/Catwoman. It brought up too many memories. However, all the arguments ceased once the lady of the cathouse appeared. Mistress Bast accompanied by two of her very muscled male sex slaves came into the living area much to the surprise of everyone there previously.
"Girls, girls, oh my sweet girls. We have no time for catfights anymore. We are all part of this Sisterhood. Francesca, Persia, Bianca, Alexandria; please do not think that I have neglected you all. I love you as if you were all my daughters. That is why tonight I declare you all Catwomen. We all shall stand united and face the shadows of New Gotham when we all commit the most puurfect heist tonight." Mistress Bast said with a sensuous purr on the perfect. Huntress tried desperately to cut back on the laughter.
"What are we going to do?" Francesca questioned with eager eyes. Mistress Bast just laughed at her childlike giddiness.
"Do not be fooled by simple fights and intrusions; for tonight my dears we shall take over La Illusion!" Mistress Bast said with a sing-song tone. The girls were all wide-eyed by what transpired and broke out into coyness.
"That's ambitious. La Illusion has rather beautiful and priceless artifacts from all corners of the world. Tonight we should make quite a haul." Huntress said with gleam in her cat's-eyes. Dinah too was very excited.
"Oh yes, tonight would not be complete without these……" Mistress Bast said as she handed out new cat masks for all of the girls. Donning them, they made the transition into all forms of Catwoman. As Huntress stared at her mask something fell in the pit of her stomach.
'I love you, Helena.' Selina's voice slowly rang out.
Looking at the mask sharply, Huntress nearly dropped it in shock.
"Are you alright, Huntress?" Mistress Bast questioned as she looked at her through the mask. Huntress quickly placed the cat mask on, and looked at Mistress Bast with a smile.
"In the words of Faith, I'm five by five boss."
"Very good. Well girls, get your kittens ready; it's going to be a long night for us all." Mistress Bast performed a little curtsy and walked out of the living room and back into her throne with her two bodyguards. Slowly all of the girls began to leave from the living room as well. Left solely in the living area was Persia, who was still clad in the Catwoman outfit, but she quickly pulled out a cellphone and began to speak to someone on the other end.
"Move quickly, tonight is one of or if not the biggest mission we face. Set things in motion and I'll call you back as soon as I can."
And with that said, Persia closed her flip phone and joined the other Catwomen in waiting.
-Xtreme Slayer
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Carolyn Lance, if you're reading this, please stop over to my profile and check out my Charmed/The Grudge fic I think you will really enjoy it! Shout out to Goddess Anjanee!