"Jaguar?" Oracle frowned. She typed at her keyboard; a grunt echoed on the place. "Are you okay?"
:That was her, not me.:
"Glad to heard that." She moved her glasses up to her nose with her index finer looked the results on the screen. She heard another grunt, "Don't be so rude, Huntress."
:That was me:… the young woman gasped, Cheetah had connected with a punch on her side :…she hits hard….:
The red head's eyes blinked finding a name "Cheetah?... Huntress, Does she have the facings of a jaguar?"
:Yes… and a big moustache…:
"Could be Cheetah… she is dangerous, be careful."
A table breaking was heard. :Who's this Cheetah:: Huntress asked.
"Cheetah made some experiments on herself and transformed herself into a human / cheetah hybrid, providing her with thebest attributes of both species, but also with the physical appearance of a humanoid cat."
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"What do you want here?" Huntress went to the woman that was lying on the floor.
Cheeta licked her lower lip and looked angrily at the young woman. It seemed as if she were as powerful as the Catwoman; it confirmed that she was thinking; if the pendant was her mother's, her mother must be Catwoman, and her strength proved it. She was her daughter. Abruptly, she moved her tail and, using it as a rope, took Huntress' ankle and pulled her down. In a minute, Cheeta was over her.
"Where is it?" she growled.
"Where is what?" Huntress grabbed her wrists to avoid being scratched
"The necklace, I want the necklace! Give it to me!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" the brunette used both feet to push her back. This time the young crime fighter didn't give her time to react and hit her twice. Cheetah tried to hit her but Helena ducked an kicked her again. The woman crashed against the couch and fell again to the floor. Helena jumped over her and twisted her arm back. "Now stay calm, tell me what do you want and who you are."
The tail of the woman slapped Huntress face harder. The brunette released her and stepped back. She growled taking her hand to her check, that damn tail was nasty. Cheeta moved faster and ran toward the window jumping through it breaking the glass. Huntress followed her and stopped at the window's frame. The agile woman had jumped using her tail toward the rooftop of the next window.
"She's gone." The brunette said pissed.
:Is she gone? Are you okay: Oracle asked.
"Yes, I'm okay." Huntress touched her back, the bandage that Barbara had used to cover her back was a mess. She turned and looked her place, it was a disaster, her photo albums around the floor between broken furniture and shattered glasses, "Dammit."
:What did she want:
"I don't know she said something about a necklace. You should see my place Oracle, it's a disaster."
:Come here immediately.:
"Again? It's three at the morning. I know you can work all night but we, the normal people practice something called sleep."
She could hear the red head sighing::Stay here; there is a free room. I'm worried about you, it's the second time in one night that she attacks you. She knows where you live, you comm. is broken.:
"I'm okay, I'll be okay, don't worry, I know now to take care of my self."
The red head, not convinced, accepted. Helena was stubborn and no one could make her change her opinion. All right, take care and call me if you need help.
"All right. Huntress out." The brunette turned off the comm and looked around, well, now where the hell she would start to clean?
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On a rooftop not far away, Cheetah paced, angry. She needed to be smarter; the young woman really was stronger than Cheetah herself was. She had thought at the beginning it would be a piece of cake but no, she'd been wrong. Helena really was the image of Catwoman, agile, faster, stronger; and she'd been able to fight perfectly well in the room's darkness. So it meant she was not a normal human being, so her vision was enhanced. Fighting with her at night would be hard, and darkness would not be an advantage; it would be as dangerous as fighting during the daytime.
She needed the necklace, she needed it.
She had managed to hit the brunette easily at the alley, but it was because she had surprised her, and would be very difficult try to surprise her again. Now she was expecting her. The girl was smart and it would be hard to defeat her under normal circumstances.
Cheeta looked down to the city. "Under normal circumstances." She mumbled to herself ,smiling, "Normal circumstances.".
She knew how to get her.
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"Dr. Barbara Ann Minerva was a skilled scientist specializing in genetic engineering, she studied the possibilities of genetic animal augmentation for the purpose of improving human attributes. Dr. Minerva chose to use herself to test a formula, and spliced cheetah DNA into her own body." Barbara explained to Dinah, wheeling inside the parking of the New Gotham high School.
Dinah looked the pictures that Barbara had in her computer, "She looks like a freak."
"She is dangerous."
"What is she doing here if New Gotham wasn't a place where she used to appear?"
"Good question, I don't know." The red head turned off the engine, "Okay, here we are."
"A scientist that experimented with herself splicing cheetah DNA into her own body." The teen closed the laptop, "that is weird."
"Another candidate for Arkham." Barbara removed her seat belt. "I'm trying to figure out why she's suddenly is so obsessed with Huntress."
"Tell me which criminal is not obsessed with her." The teen smirked.
"You're right."
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Brown eyes observed the two women while they moved down her vehicle. As she followed each movement of the women, she rubbed her chin. They were predictable. A stupid mistake coming from some one as smart as Barbara Gordon.
A deadly mistake for the redhead.
But a lucky mistake for her.
She smiled to herself.
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Helena cleaned the bar. She wasn't in a good mood, after cleaning her apartment until the daybreak, she'd had to wakeup early to start the inventory she had promised Leonard two days ago.
Waking up early wasn't her favorite activity; and she was still annoyed that her stranger visitor had broken some of her mother pictures. She stopped her working. She'd forgetten to tell Barbara, maybe it would give her a clue about what the woman was looking for and which necklace was she talking about.
She suddenly remember something. The strange woman at the bar who had visited her the last night; she had been very interested in the collar she had been wearing. She took her keys and opened a drawer of the bar, where she had left the necklace the night before she'd gone out. Maybe that was the collar the woman was looking for.
Another idea came to her. Since when that woman had been following her? How had she known Helena had the necklace? Or had been just a random chance that she had found her at the bar. She put the necklace inside her pant pocket and closed the drawer.
She looked her watch, her mentor was still at school; but she would back soon. Impossible to call her, since Barbara's phone was always out of service at school. Her beeper worked, but this wasn't something she could explain over a beeper.
She took her coat and walked outside the place to look for her. Leonard would be pissed but well, when he wasn't pissed with her?
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Firm steps walked through the corridors of the High School. She looked for Barbara, Barbara Gordon, ex-Batgirl and now former crime fighter, daughter of Commissioner Gordon.
Ironic life was ironic; she had spent half of her life seeking revenge on her and she had been so close to her almost all her life. A young teen appeared in the hallway.
"Hi," she smiled, "Have you seen Barbara Gordon?"
"Sure," the guy said, "She's in the last corridor to the right.
"Thanks so much."
"Pleasure."
Her time was near, and she would get her. She smiled and went to the place where she knew she would find her. She moved her hand toward a pocket in her coat and took out a dart gun.