DISCLAIMERS

1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by DC Comics. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femmslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

3. Sorry this is short - this is more a prologue. To compensate, I've updated my Profile page. Check it out!

The Catwoman - AKA Selina Kyle-Zatara - opened the giant glass doorway on the porch and entered her apartment. She was exhausted: this crimefighting gig was alot more physically tiring than her previous "occupation". Sure, she often had to fight her way out of a burglary, but since turning to the side of the angels, she spent more time looking for trouble than trying to avoid it.

After Isis leapt off the former thief's shoulders and bound towards her basket, Selina sighed - she wanting nothing more now than to slip out of her catsuit and into the arms of her wife. "Zee, sweetheart," she said into the dark apartment, "I'm home, and tired. I need a nice, relaxing bath with my magic lady." She flicked the lightswitch... but was surprised when the darkness remained.

It was at that moment Selina realised how strange the situation was. She was not that late coming home: Zatanna should still be up. Why were the lights out? Selina tried the switch again, and again nothing happened. She immediately tensed: something was wrong. "Zee?" she said into the blackness. "Where are you?"

Suddenly, a single light flicked on. Selina's eyes shot wide and she gasped. There, several yards away, was Zatanna in a chair, bound and gagged. She was in a single spotlight, similar to whenever she was on stage. "Zee!" Selina cried, but before she could run to her spouse, a voice spoke from the darkness.

"Stay right where you are." Selina immediately recognised it, and reached for her hip. But again the voice cut her off. "And don't even think about it." Selina's hand stopped short of grabbing her whip, as the voice's owner stepped into the light.

Poison Ivy.

Selina growled. "What are you doing here? What have you done to my wife?" She flicked her wrists, popping her claws out of her gloves, then noticed what was trapping Zatanna. The magician was bound to the chair in vines, with a seperate thick leaf tightly wrapped around her mouth.

Ivy smirked. "What does it look like, sweetie? We're just paying a visit to an old friend."

TO BE CONTINUED