---Once again, Selina found herself sitting at her desk, but this time she wasn't organizing any
papers, she was staring blankly at the wall, listening to the sound of the time ticking by. For
fifteen minutes she had been staring at that wall, almost as if willing it to change into a
tropical get away that she could jump into. Nope. That wasn't on the wall's agenda. Instead it
planned on being a boring dull grey with a failed attempt of an accent border to spice it up.
Bruce Wayne had been in a meeting with Mr. Shreck for a half an hour now. She had been
listening in on what was being proposed, and enjoyed hearing Max's voice grow stiffer and
stiffer as Bruce kept denying him funds for his power plant. Then about fifteen minutes in, the
same length she had been staring at the wall, they began to talk about sports and their golf
scores and she began to ponder the point of golf. Drunken Scotts men, she thought.
"I look forward to seeing you again Mr. Wayne," Max clasped him on the back as the doors
opened. "Yeah, same here," Bruce didn't sound convincing at all.
"Ms. Kyle will show you out. I believe you two have already met?"
"Yes we have," Bruce answered and smiled at Selina.
"Since you're not busy Selina," Max tossed a folder at her, "Take those to Research for me."
She sighed when the doors were closed.
"I'd think that would be more eventful than staring at a dull grey wall," Bruce pushed the
Elevator button.
"Oh yes it is," she mused. "Max's son Chip works in that department, and if I had a nickel for
every pass he's made at me…" she stiffly walked into the elevator, "I could buy you out."
--Walking down the hall to Research, she made sure to say hello to Jean on her way.
"Hey Jean; bye Jean," she called into the doorway.
"Hey Selina," she called back.
The automatic doors slid open into the lab. "They opened just for you," a man remarked.
"Clever Chip," she replied with sarcasm.
Just as she tossed the folder down on a worker's desk, an explosion went off in the back and a
strange green gas began to filter into the room.
Selina headed for the exit, but her vision was soon obscured and she could barely make out
her hands before her. The gas soon became too much and she fell to the floor, breathing
through her sweater sleeve.
There was a wave of horrible cackling laughter, then the sounds of punches being thrown.
Selina began to feel very strange; like the sudden need to scratch behind her ears, or lick her
hand. She gave into the itching sensation behind her ears and was about to lick her hand
when a strong figure swooped her up and before she knew what was happening she was out in
the hall.
"Are you alright?" the figure asked. "I think so," she placed a hand on her head. "Yes, I'm
fine," she responded.
"Get to the hospital as soon as you can," was the demand, and the demander was gone.
--Walking Gotham's streets was treacherous enough, but add dizziness to the mix and you
had an obstacle course. When the dizziness passed she noticed that her contact lenses were
too strong and she removed them from her eyes. People looked at her and walked wide
around her. It was a bit odd seeing someone grabbing at their eyes in the middle of the street,
but they hurt! She spotted a woman heading towards her with a gold necklace on and before
she knew it she ducked into an alley way just after she snatched the necklace! The woman
hadn't noticed. She studied the necklace a moment before it sunk in on what she had just
done.
"Oh my God! Miss!" she ran back out on the sidewalk. She chased after the woman, and
tapped her shoulder. "You…Dropped this," she placed it in her hand.
"Oh! Thank you!" she said, stepping into a cab.
What the hell is wrong with me! She shouted within herself after she noticed that she now
held someone's watch. When did I do this now! She quickly stuffed the watch in her pocket,
hoping no one saw.
Arriving at her 'safe' haven of home, she closed her door and flopped down on the couch.
"Maybe I should go to a hospital," she wondered aloud. Miss Kitty brushed against her hand.
"But what would I tell them? 'Hello Mr. Gotham-University-Medical-Degree, I can't stop taking
things I like. By the way, give this bracelet back to your receptionist.' That would go over
really well," she placed Miss Kitty on her stomach.
"They would lock me in a Psyche ward and I would never see you again. Or Bruce…" she
scratched behind her ear. Her ear! Not the cats! "This is what I mean!" she shot up, sending
Miss Kitty flying; which she showed her anger with a hiss. "Sorry M.K." She feathered her hair
back. "Maybe I'll take a shower," she said to the wall. Miss Kitty looked at her as if her owner
had gone crazy. Selina hissed at her. The cat's one ear folded back, her thoughts still clear as
day. "Oh my God I hissed at a cat," she hurried for the shower.
--After her rather short, surprisingly un-enjoyable shower, she sat on the bed with her head in
her hands while Miss Kitty licked the water off of her legs.
"I have to do something," she suddenly sat upright, "and I think I know what," a smile crept
upon her face. Miss Kitty looked at her owner as if she had never met her before. Dropping
the towel where she stood, she made her way over to the closet and began throwing out
clothes. Miss Kitty took refuge on top of the dresser and watched the scene. Finally! She
reached what she was looking for. A studded track suit and a leather jacket.
She sat at her desk in her room and began to work on her new suit. Ripping fabric here and
there, adding pieces here and there and…purring…here and there. After an hours worth of
work she held up the work to admire it.
"Purr-fect," she smiled. "Now for the finishing touch," she grabbed a wide strand of extra
fabric and tied it over her eyes and donned the makeshift gloves with safety pins sewn into
the knuckles as claws; so as she punched, she punctured. Rushing into the bathroom she
began to put on dramatic red lips and heavy winged eyeliner. This is the only way to start
wearing makeup, she smiled.
--Climbing out onto the fire escape she stretched in her new found self. She leaped to the
ground, all eight stories, landing in the middle of the alleyway. A few heavy partiers looked
behind them to find her.
"Puddy want a drink," he offered then rudely gestured.
"Nothing from the tap boys," she turned and ran about her business.
Stopping before a Halloween store she peered in. Bingo. She spotted the cat mask. Kicking in
the door she hurried in and grabbed it as the alarm sounded then headed, by roof top, to the
dominatrix store that was not too far down the road.
Leaping from roof to roof she discovered her newly acquired acrobatic skills, flipping and
twisting every now and then to the next black top flat. She became curious and gave a great
leap, landed, and scattered about the street. Breaking in the backdoor to the shop she looked
around.
"Hmm, should've made a shopping list," she looked around then down at her feet.
She still wore her tacky work shoes. She noticed the display before her. Boots. Grabbing the
pair, she headed for the front display window.
"Thanks slut," she said grabbing the whip from the spread eagle mannequin.
About on her way out she felt a 'swoosh' behind her back. With cat like reflexes she turned.
Nothing.
She then felt like something was watching her from a corner, but she couldn't make out
anything.
Taking what she had, she made for the door.
--"May I ask what is new Master Bruce?" Alfred asked, placing a glass of water next to Bruce.
"Yeah," he zoomed in on the black and white picture he took of the mysterious robber.
"There was an alarm at a Halloween store and I had hoped it might have been Joker, but
when I got there, I was in time to hear the alarm go off just down the street from there, and I
highly doubt Joker would be shopping at a dominatrix shop," he clicked to the next picture of
the whip armed bandit.
"That is odd," Alfred commented, taking his leave to let Bruce think. "What do you plan to
do?" he asked stopping on the stairs.
"If there's a next time, I'm going to arrest this…catwoman. But tonight I just observed. She
threw me off. I've never seen anything like this before," he gave the picture one last look
over, shut the program down and headed for bed.