Gotham War: Chapter 2
Note: Okay so it's been forever since the last update. Sorry about that. Anyway, this chapter is about Catwoman and The Penguin. This chapter is kind of slow for my taste, but I mean I wrote it, so I still think it's awesome. The story will pick up more speed from this point on, but I'm not sure how many more chapters I am going to do. I guess it depends on how many people like the story. This chapter is a bit confusing. The first part is told from Catwoman's point of view. The second part is the third pov, and the last bit is again from Catwoman's point of view. I'm not really sure why I'm doing multiple POVs in one chapter but um... I mean, I'm trying this as a new literary technique. Yeah that's it, a new literary technique.
So enjoy...
Gotham War: Chapter 2
The Cat and The Bird
"Bwahahahaha," laughed the fat man.
I think he's an idiot. A disgusting fool. Repulsing, arrogant, obnoxious, and yet still, very rich. And therefore I talk to him. Flirt with him. Make him feel like he holds power over me even though he holds no such thing. He tells me that if I'm good, I'll get lucky tonight.
A few hours later, I do. Not in the sense he was hoping for. Probably not what he wanted at all. I am taking all of his prized possessions from his house actually. He gave me the keys telling me to 'come over later tonight.' Well now I was there, and he was elsewhere, and I was getting rich.
But then I hear the door to the house being unlocked. That's my cue to stow away into the night. I gather up my spoils and head through a window. I jump from there to a tree and escape into the darkness.
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"Hmph," pouted the fat man. He had just been robbed of many of his favorite trinkets. He wasn't too upset though. He had expected nothing less from the famous Catwoman. Indeed he had it all figured out, the bitch would seduce Gotham's rich and famous, and then take their stuff when they weren't home.
The fat man wasn't worried though. He'd get his things back. It would take time, but he was willing to wait. After all, the things the Catwoman took were worthless compared to what the fat man had planned: A complete takeover of Gotham! From the cities wealthy society to the city's dangerous underground, Oswald Cobblepot would rule it all. He would have power beyond what anyone in a crap city like Gotham could imagine.
Cobblepot was dangerous. A criminal mastermind, with a knack for creating gag gizmos and weapons. At first glance he didn't look that harmful at all. Indeed, a stout man, with a pointed nose. A messy head of black hair, and a gleaming monocle. His head connected to his body not by a neck, but by one large chin of fat. To complete the absurd image, he wore a black and white tuxedo suit.
A somewhat respected business man, and entrepreneur, he was also a somewhat feared crime lord, and gang leader. Only somewhat though. To put it simply, he had the mediocrity of both worlds.
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Looking over my spoils, I am quite proud of myself. I managed to rob the famous Oswald Cobblepot. A dangerous, yet rewarding feat. And it was all pretty easy too… Too easy.
How cliché.
Now that I think about it, I wonder where that repulsive man was when I was taking his things. After all, he had invited me to his house, and given me the keys. Now that I think about it, he probably knew what the outcome would be. Just because he looks like an idiot doesn't mean he is one…
Then I hear the door of my apartment crash down. The men searching for me don't see me yet, but I see them. How could I have been so stupid! To be fooled by someone like Cobblepot. It makes me sick.
Then one of the men sees me. He shouts out, and I back away. I make an escape through the window only to find that my house is in fact surrounded.
Damn it.
"Ms. Kyle," said one of the men, "The Penguin would like a word with you."