Chapter 14:
All Fun and Games
(Part 1)
Isis swiftly leaped into her apartment's broken window. Felix swiftly jumped in after. Isis stripped away her vinyl suit as she walked towards the kitchen, leaving the clothes where ever they lay.
She laid the pouch--earlier attached to her hip--on the counter. She flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed a quarter full gallon of milk. She tilted it back finishing it off. When she was done, she slammed the empty jug on the table. She let out a breath for air and licked her milk covered lips, "Mmmm...purr," she sighed.
She picked the jewels back up and went to her bed room. In her room was a chest under her at the foot of her bed. She opened it up and inside was the already stolen cat statue. She added to her collection and placed the freshly stolen jewel neatly next to the statue, "I'm gaining quite the collection."
Once she closed the chest, Felix jumped on top of it, "Somebody looks tired," Isis noticed. She turned around and realized the mess of clothes she had left in the floor, "Better clean that up first," she sighed.
She searched the floor for the pieces of her costume and tucked them away under her bed. After that she climbed into her comforting bed, Felix warming a spot next to her. Isis found a comfortable position and began thinking aloud, "What am I doing...? All these jewels and no place to go. Maybe I should think about finding a partner..."
She soon fell asleep.
Isis had slept late and today was Thursday's noon. She rolled out of bed complete her 'morning' tasks. Walking past the chest of stolen treasures she patted the lid with pride. She was getting pretty good at this, even for just the second night. "I just need to get rid of this Batman character. He always ruining my fun..." she glared at the thought.
She wrapped up her morning routine and got dressed. The usually ' Isis' attire; a very retro, Goth look. Isis really wasn't going for the 'Goth' appearance; it just seemed to reflect from her tragic inner being. But even before her family's mysterious deaths, she seemed to have the retro look. Her hair usually did this spiky flipped out at the bottom and it usually had a cool messy look to it.
There was a soft knock at the door. The knocker went ahead and let themselves in, "Hey honey how was your heist last night?"
Isis peeked her head out of the bathroom door to make sure her new guest was Maven, "Oh hey Maven! I had fun. I gave Batman a bruise or two. It was fun." Isis finished putting on her jacket and came out of the bathroom to see that Maven had lunch at hand, "What's in the bag?" Isis curiously asked.
"Well dear, I thought I would bring you some lunch," she put the bag on the kitchen counter noticing the empty milk jug, "I see you downed this," she picked it up and threw it in the trash.
"You didn't have to do that Maven. Thanks"
"Now Isis, whether you like it or not, I'm going to look after you, so...learn to deal." There was a quick silence between the two of them, ending with laughter. "So what did you collect last night?"
"Oh, oh!" Isis got excited and skipped to the chest at the foot of her bed. As she opened the chest, the jewels seemed to glow like something holy. Maven sat down beside her and rummaged through the precious stolen goods. Isis became a bit disgusted, "I would have gotten even more if that Batman guy didn't have to come along. It's like, there are all these crimes being committed all over Gotham, but he still seems to just be hunting for me," Isis' head drooped down, "I could have been killed if he came any later that one night. I wonder how many other girls have suffered because of his 'female criminal chasing'."
Maven was silent, "..."
"Is something wrong Maven?" Isis quarreled
"Um...no..." she looked around for the words to say, "Well, you know...your grandmother had a history with the old Batman..."
Isis rolled her eyes, "What? Did he bug the shit out of her too?"
"Well...It was quite like that--" Maven's word were interrupted by the telephone's ring.
Isis jumped up, "Oh I'll get that!"
She ran to the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi," A familiar voice answered.
Isis thought for a second as to who it could be as the loud crowd of voices rambled in the background, "Max? Is that you?
"Yeah! Hey there girl."
"Something up?"
Max seemed to pause, "Hmm, do you think you could come to campus when school lets out?"
"Well...I guess. But, why--"
Max seemed to squeal with excitement, "Okay, awesome. Can't talk any longer. Got a class to get to. Bye!" Her words came fast as she hung up the phone.
Isis looked at the phone in confusion as the tone beeped, "Um, ok...?" She hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Maven asked.
"Just a friend of mine. She wants me to meet her at school."
Maven seemed a little relieved that things had come up, "Well I guess I'll let you eat," she walked towards the door. Isis following her to politely see she's on her way. Before Maven exited The Cat Lair, she turned around and lay a single hand on Isis' cheek, "Ever since this Catwoman thing has happened to, you've seemed so much happier. I'm so glad."
Isis seemed to frown. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but for some reason, it just made her feel so…right. Then she smiled and looked up at Maven, "Yes it has."