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FelinaChapter Three: First Meeting
Adrian sat on her bed the instant she got home. School was tiring in so many ways, and yet, for some reason, it seemed to revitalize her as well. It was so tiring to go through all the work all over again, but since she had already been to school, she knew the routines. It was easy, and a time for her to relax. But she couldn't be relaxed for much longer. Soon, the sun would set, and she would come out of hiding, the person Adrian both loved and hated at the same time.
She loved her because she was powerful – could do all the things Adrian herself never could. But at the same time, it was such a curse, having her around.
Adrian sighed and leaned back against the wall. She pulled out her pad of paper and looked over the people drawn inside of them, with scribbled down notes and names. She ran through them once more, making absolutely sure she didn't miss one, and double-checked whom she found after school and who she didn't. She gave them each something they would cherish for a while, at the very least. She got on good terms with a lot of people this way. Not that her somewhat sexy clothing didn't already get her a few. . . ahem. . . admirers.
Each girl got a picture she drew – on the spot – consisting of little designs and poses that she found fitting of them. Each man got a small kiss on the cheek or forehead, to show she was comfortable with them, but not entirely willing to go any further. A kiss. . .
She smiled, thinking of what she, Dana and Max had done to Terry after school. Poor Terry; he was so tired and then they played their game, getting him all confused and making him blush. The other students would be talking about this for a while – the ones that saw, anyway. Rumors would spread and then get out of control, but Adrian knew they'd eventually die. They always die. In anther few days something new would come up, and then Terry would be yesterday's news and back to being there but hardly noticed – nothing like the popular kids that always get drooled over.
But thinking of kisses. . . it brought up bad memories she'd rather not face. She had a light mood, and wasn't ready to ruin it. That was her job – ruining Adrian's night and very possibly day. But for now, Adrian was happy, and let herself fall back on her bed and close her eyes, determined to get some sleep before she would return.
** Nine P.M. **
Batman flew over the sky without his jet, looking around closely for this new being that resembled a cat in all too many ways. Something was going to happen, he was sure of it. He could feel it in his gut, warning him that tonight would be a slow night, and he'd have to stop to think about every little detail tomorrow. Fast, yet slow, his mind corrected.
Things would go by slowly, and yet, once something did happen, everything would move all too quickly. How confusing, he thought. Since when did I start to think about things like this? he wondered.
Below him, muggers tried to steal a woman's purse, who punched them both and sprayed them with mace before running to the nearest police officer. Buildings passed by with shouting inside, yelling things at each other, arguing over who gets the last pretzel or why the child shouldn't be punished. He never liked this part of town, but this is where that cat was last seen. She'd be here again, and he knew it.
A flash of something red caught his eye, and he turned to follow it down an alley. He landed and started walking, keeping close to the walls. The flash went by again, rounding a corner, and he followed it. But it was too far away; he couldn't tell what the red was. Narrowing his eyes, he turned the dial on his belt and went invisible, and then ran as quietly as he could to follow the red.
It went around more and more corners, until he lost it, somewhere in a subway. He looked around for a moment, and took in the falling-apart details. An abandoned subway, he thought, and took a few steps closer to the inside. Some boards lay in the center of the place, with writing such as "Dangerous – do not enter" and graffiti all over them.
"I know you're here," he said, ignoring the part of his brain that told him this could be a trap and he could've been lured here. "Show yourself!" he ordered.
No reply came at first. And then:
"Why are you following me?" echoed off the walls and ceilings, making the sound come from every direction.
He looked around again, trying to catch some glimpse of some sort of movement somewhere. [DL: Hee hee. I had fun with that sentence!] "Where are you?" he asked, and saw something move in the corner of his eye. By the time his head snapped to the left it was gone, with nothing, no sign of whether or not that was just a shadow. The only thing in that direction was the subway itself, with boards hanging loosely from all around it.
". . . Hiding," the voice replied, which he now gathered as female. "And waiting."
"Waiting for what?" he snapped, getting annoyed at the conversation leading him nowhere.
". . .Why are you following me?" she repeated.
"You're acting suspicious," he replied, still keeping his eyes and ears alert. "Hiding and running away like that."
"You're one to talk, following me like I'm some kind of criminal. But then, I guess you wouldn't know the difference. You don't know me."
Batman's left eye opened more than his right, confused and irritated by her statement. "How are you sure of that?"
"You're a new Batman," she said, simply.
He bit back a growl. "No, I'm not. I'm the same Batman there's always been," he snapped.
"You're lying. I can. . . smell that you're different. The second one to come around."
"Smell?" he repeated. "You can smell me?"
"Yes. You. . . you smell like someone I know. . . Or used to know." Hidden well, the cat from the camera stood with her back to a column, her back to Batman, just in front of the subway tracks and a small stream of light. Her eyes narrowed as she looked down, her wavy red hair falling before her eyes.
Batman, still confused decided upon changing the subject. "Why did you attach those T's?"
"I didn't," she replied, jerking her head up angrily. "They came here, and I had to chase them and have them chase me for a long time before I could. . . dispose of them."
"It looked like you attacked them in the tape. Are you really the cat from the tape? Or are you just wasting my time?" He narrowed his eyes in anger and looked around again. Stupid echo. . .
She drew in a sharp breath and straightened up at his words. Trying to keep his attention focused somewhere else, she thrust her hand out and then back, creating a quick shadow that would be there and then would be gone before Batman could tell where it was. "Which answer would you prefer?"
Batman caught the shadow on the wall, but didn't notice it was a shadow until he saw light coming in through a small crack in the right wall, about as far up as could be. He followed the trail of light as it passed three columns, and deducted that the last one was perfectly on level for someone to trick him by just waving their hand or foot in the light. "The right answer," he finished their conversation, going to the right side and hoping that the echo would confuse the girl.
Sure enough, a hand soon came around the edge on his right side, black furred and with odd red clothing. Black, shiny claws decorated the hand, making it beautiful as well as deadly. Be careful, Batman warned himself. Those things don't look too friendly.
Making noise to lead her to believe he was heading for where the shadow had blinked, he went around to that side. And when he got there he grabbed he hand, yanking her out of the place and grabbing her shoulders to hold her in place.
She looked a lot more exotic up close, that's for sure. She hissed and then growled like a tiger at him, yanking herself back but trying to keep her claws off of him. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked her, tightening his hold slightly on her shoulders.
She hissed again and then kicked, cat's feet in perfect proportion to her legs hitting his chest together. He got knocked back and the cat lady flipped backwards, latching onto the column a good twenty feet up and holding on with her claws around the corners.
Batman stood up and glared at her before talking again. "What are you doing now?!"
"Staying away from you," she snapped back. [DL: Courtesy of Spiderman the movie.] Her long red hair moved gently as she jerked her head, suddenly hearing something coming their way. Her hair fell to show her ears, which were halfway between human ears and a cat's. They were long and folded, but had the inner makings of a human's, still on the side of her head, and were pushed back like a human's. "Somebody's coming," she said, alerting Batman.
He jerked his own head, searching for sounds while staying perfectly quiet. An echo had begun in the right side of the tunnel, yelling and laughing like a group of juveniles had just done something terrible and they were excited about it. It was their bad luck that Batman was there, with this catlike female, who as well seemed like she was the type to give justice when the law couldn't find the troublemakers.
She smiled and crawled around to the other side, using her feet as props and resting her arms on her drawn-up knees. Once the kids – four boys and four girls – entered her line of vision, she smiled and said, "Hello little ones."
The obvious leader – a boy with short blonde hair and dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, and a black tight t-shirt and boots – looked up sharply and narrowed his eyes. "What are you supposed to be? A wall-crawler?"
She jumped down, hearing Batman run into the shadows to watch this scene play out and stood up fully. "A cat. A very dangerous cat."
He smirked. "And your name, Ms. Kitty?" The seven others laughed at his statement.
"Felina," she said, gently. Against the wall, Batman stifled a gasp. Felina? That sounds so familiar. . . Where have I heard it before? "And you are?"
"Jase," he said. He gestured back at each of the people in his pack. "Ron, Maharet, Chance, Gutter, Hanny, Leela, and Tame." Ron had some black tattoo over his left eye, no hair, and dressed exactly like Jase. Maharet hung onto Ron's arm, sporting a slutty black mini skirt, zip-up vest and half shaved, long purple hair and knee-high zip-up boots. Chance and Gutter looked like twins, man and woman. They dressed alike, except for Gutter's clothes were shorter and tighter. Chance's was this long black zip-up t-shirt with white along the zipper and dark blue loose jeans and sneakers. Gutter's was a tight, very short sleeveless shirt exactly like Chance's, sneakers that matched, and very short cut-offs.
Hanny, Leela and Tame looked a little too much like each other. Hanny was the last guy, with a nose ring and chain that hooked onto his right ear. His hair stuck straight up and fell forward at the tips, red and shining. His clothes were this sleeveless red shirt, tight black leather pants and buckle-boots over the pants, with a nice matching set of choker and wrist backs with spikes. Leela and Tame were mirror images, both blonde and having the same outfit. Leela's hair was knee-length, loose, and flopped over to her right. She had tiny dark red leather shorts and boots that tied up the front of the same color and material, reaching just inches below her shorts. Her top was tie-up as well, showing a lot of cleavage and v-cut, with a choker just above with a cross pendant – which was black and upside-down – that matched her wrist-bands, the exact same only with more crosses. Tame was the same only her clothes were dark blue and her hair was flopped the other way. All three had black eye-shadow and lips, along with several odd peircings – hoops, chains and crosses.
"What were you laughing about?" Felina asked, looking like she blended in perfectly with the crowd.
"Having fun," Leela and Tame said at the same time. "Would you like to come along? We're always open for new comers."
"That depends."
"On what?" Ron asked, standing up a little straighter.
"On whether or not you like my style."
"What's your style?" Chance asked, looking as if he couldn't care less.
"Kicking the asses of juvenile delinquents," she said, and started punching.
All of them attacked at the same moment, thinking they could take out one cat-like woman – forget if without weapons mankind would just be cat food for any wild cat. Batman took the chance to sneak up on them, and once he leapt into the melee – Felina was holding herself really well – they all paused to look at him. And then chaos followed, every single of the weird group throwing themselves at either Felina or Batman, hoping to win and have some sort of trophy for the major criminals of Gotham.
Too bad they didn't have a chance. Felina and Batman left them all tied up and handcuffed, outside the police station. Then they got back to their arguments.
"Honestly, if I was a bad guy, then why would I have helped you with those guys?!" Felina snapped.
Batman didn't even bother to answer. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, but before he could handcuff her, Felina's tail hit him, hard. Right between the legs. And then she ran off, disappearing into the darkness and probably around so many corners that he wouldn't he able to find her again, even if he flew above her. He sighed and got back into the jet to do once-over the city to find somebody to fight. That woman was already getting on his nerves.
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Okay, here's the deal. I already have a picture drawn of Felina, and Adrian as well. As soon as I scan it (and yahoo stops being such a bitch) I'll post them up on my fanart page and you can check them out. Ask anybody who read my Inuyasha (Anime) fic Transformations. I am gooood.
Well, then. . .
See ya!