Chapter 13: (Lucky #)
Short Encounters
It had been the night before when Batman had his first encounter with the Feline Felon. Today's news had Terry deeply unsatisfied. Headlines of a new villainess and Batman's defeat. Not one single word of about Batman's fight with the Jokerz. Which was pretty good, knowing that they had also gotten away. That night just wasn't Terry's night.
But strangely enough, Terry tried to keep those things off his mind today. His thoughts were filled with Isis that kiss they had shared not so long ago. Weird coincidence that the robbery happened the night they had been there. But Terry couldn't even realize that. He had love on the brain all through the school day.
But school had ended and for some reason Mr. Wayne was intent that Terry be at the cave as so as possible. Terry didn't have time to talk about this new villain last night, so he figured it would have to do with something about that.
Terry found himself thinking about Catwoman a lot too, but tried quickly to remove the thoughts. Damn, just imagine how hot Isis would look in that costume, Terry imaged. He shook his head of dirty thoughts and headed on his way.
He soon approached Wayne Manner a bit indefinite of what he was in for. Inside was dark—as usual—but today it seemed darker than the other times. Terry entered the Bat Cave to the rustling of an old man trying to hide a bunch of papers and pictures. Terry walked closer to see what the old man was up to.
Mr. Wayne had left one picture out. It was a familiar picture. Ah yes the one I picked like a week ago…some how this face looks familiar… Terry looked intently on the picture trying to figure out why it looked so familiar, but nothing came.
"I assume you've seen the papers today?" the old man spoke.
Terry looked down in angst, "Yeah, there goes another."
Mr. Wayne shook his head, "Don't worry, I've dealt with this character before. I failed to catch her then also."
Terry became perplexed, "Wait…what? ...Don't you think she was a little young to be from your day," Terry hadn't thought about it yet, but there had been a character like this before in the past. Realizing this, Terry figured that Mr. Wayne must have something up his sleeves, "So who do you think it is?"
Mr. Wayne brought up some files on the computer, "This might sound a little crazy but, cats supposedly have nine lives, right?"
Terry shook his head in agreement.
"Well, I'm almost starting to think that one of Catwoman's 'nine lives' could have made her young again."
Terry gave him a non-believer look, "But do you really think that's possible…?"
Mr. Wayne made a silent concurring jester to himself, "You're right…" the old man turned around; hiding his face from the young adult, "This woman…Catwoman—Selina Kyles…she did have a daughter…"
Terry didn't catch where Mr. Wayne was had gotten to in saying that, "So you think this Selina woman's daughter is the new Catwoman?"
The old man had a slight sigh in relief that Terry didn't ask any questions about what he thought the kid would ask. But he soon became weary once more, "No…it couldn't be…she's dead."
"…Oh," Terry back off to hold back from asking any of the wrong questions, "About this whole Catwoman thing; maybe I should just worry about catching her now, and finding out her identity later."
"Yes, you are right," Mr. Wayne saw the realization in this system, "But, I'll work on the identity thing, and you stick to your bronzes."
The night was growing late and it became 'that time of the night' again. Tonight Batman would keep a stiff lookout for this Catwoman character. This night he head out on his mobile. He figured the easiest way to find her would be to go to all of the jewelry stores in town.
And guess what. That was the right thing to do. He soon approached a suspicious looking jewelry store. In the window was Catwoman's mark. A clean circular cut in the glass. She was sly.
The Cat—from inside—quickly turned around realizing that Batman was in her presence. No normal human-being would have noticed this presence. Catwoman stuffed her stolen jewels into a pouch on attached to her belt. She began her catlike flips to escape Batman.
He wasn't going to let that happen tonight. He quickly plotted how she would escape and went to her nearest clear path.
She came to the back door and as she opened it, the Bat swooped down in front of her. As if instinct, Catwoman swiped back with her razor claws, "You're becoming quite bothersome," she shouted angrily.
"And I think you're starting to have too much fun with this," Batman quirkily replied.
"Grrrshh…" She hissed, "Maybe," she pulled out her whip.
Expecting to get whacked, Batman flinched back. But Catwoman's whip had latched her onto a fire escape and while Batman held back, the Cat was getting away.
Batman swiftly climbed the ladder.
Catwoman had reached the top way before him. She now had a cat wrapped around her shoulders. She stepped on his hands before he could pull himself off the ladder, "Why do you have to be such a pain?" She smiled sheepishly, "It's not like I'm doing anything wrong."
Batman managed to grab the bottom of Catwoman's heels. He pulled on them, causing her to fall back a little. She regained her balance and ran to the other side of the building as Batman pulled himself up.
She now stood on the ledge of the building and reached into her pouch. Batman slowly walked closer. She retrieved one of her stolen jewels, "This one's for you," she tossed the ring to him. The ring was encrusted with a diamond bat, "You've become my new obsession," she uttered in a sexy tone.
She reached back into the pouch, "And oh yes. I have another present for you," she now had a grenade in her hand, "A little something I picked off a Joker," she threw it in between them, "…Bye, bye batty…" smoke rose from the Joker's grenade.
Batman's choking distracted him while Catwoman got away. It also restrained him from getting away, but he managed just barely to jump of the building as the grenade blew up.
The impact from the explosion sent Batman flying until he ran into a building. He weakly picked himself up and drug himself back to the Batmobile, "Damn it…" were the words he mumbled to himself.
The Cat had gotten away once again.