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Disclaimer: Still don't own anything except Serenity Anderson
A/N: Thanks to CATgrl and ratdogtwo for reviewing. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying it ;).
In answer to CATgrl on which Catwoman I'm basing this on it's a little bit of all three. What does the costume look like? If I tell you now, it'll spoil the surprise!
Letting you all know that this chap contain violence and attempted rape so I'm upping the censor… you've been warned…
Well, enjoy this next chappy…and as always tell me what ya think and have a nice day!
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Wow.
That was the only thing going through Serenity's head. Selina Dent, no wait, Kyle. Selina Kyle is Catwoman, no wait again, was, Catwoman. The one and only feline femme fatal.
Now that she thought about it, it wasn't such a big shock. I mean, how many cats were there in their apartment? The self-defense lessons? The money? It made sense.
Wow. Selina Kyle, Serenity was living with the legend, the Catwoman!
No matter how many different angles she was looking at it, it was… it just was! Thoughts flew threw her head at a mile a minute. She was having so many conflicting emotions and thoughts. Okay, so she stole some stuff, but she gave it to animal's rights organizations.
Serenity shook her head as she clutched her jacket tighter around her. She told Selina that she just wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood to absorb everything she had learned in that evening. She wasn't sure how she felt about all this. She loved Selina, she was a mother to her since hers died, but she had to think rationally.
On one hand Selina was a criminal, she stole from people and was a vigilante…but on the other hand she never hurt anybody…and she gave all the money to animals in one way or another.
Ugh! She was so confused.
On top of all the other information Selina had asked her…had asked her if she wanted to take her place- as Catwoman…to continue the legacy.
Serenity bit her lip, so focused on her thought she didn't see the four pairs of eyes that were watching her, but she should have.
The wind whipped against her face but she didn't feel it. As much as she hated to admit it she was tempted. Selina offered to train her in many ways, teach her the ways, well, her was to becoming the best cat burglar.
The thing was she could, because Selina WAS the best cat burglar. She could be great, but did she want to? Would she be able to deal with stealing things from other people?
The only thing she had to do was ask, and Selina would teach her. Anything. Everything.
What was she thinking! How could she even compare to Selina as Catwoman? She couldn't! Nobody would ever be able to do her justice
She let out an angry breath and shook her head. She should just go back and tell Selina everything she was thinking now, every thought, every concern, and every question.
Nodding to herself happy that she came up with a conclusion, Serenity turned around to head back home and do just that, but instead was met with painted faces and laughing eyes.
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream but a hand covered her mouth, as the other wrapped around her arms. Instinct kicked on and like an animal being trapped she began thrashing violently.
One thing ran clear in her mind, she would not go down without a fight.
She lashed out with her foot and managed to kick one of the Jokerz in the groin sending him down to the cold floor with a groan. Without another thought she elbowed the clown holding her in the stomach, then in the solar-plex, and then spun around bringing her palm and thrusting it upwards into his nose.
She was rewarded by hearing the crack of bone. Just when she thought she was going to get the upper hand the worst happened.
Three pairs of arms grabbed her, one around her ankles and calves, one around her thighs, and the one she kicked in the groin grabbed her where the first one grabbed her, around her chest and mouth. They picked her up and carried her into an alley nearby.
She got a clear shot and bit the fingers over her mouth. The man holding her let out a shout and removed his hand from her mouth before wrapping both arms around her chest and squeezing roughly.
Serenity coughed as her breath was ripped from her body. They dumped her on the cold dirty alley floor and she shook her head to clear her vision. They pounced on her without hesitation and she struggled like mad.
"FIRE! She took a deep breath and screamed as loud as her lungs would allow. Selina told her during self defense that if you ever were attacked to scream fire, not help, people would respond to fire more than help. What a nice world that she lived in huh?
"FIRE, FIRE, FI- UGH," she cried out as one of them punched her in her stomach. She coughed and wheezed trying to curl her body into a ball to protect herself. Again and again the blows hit her and tears formed in her eyes as she realized that this wasn't looking good. She struggled weakly, refusing to give up. Her breathing came out loudly as she tried to get air into her deprived lungs.
"Shut up," one of the clowns hissed to her as the others effectively pinned her down. The three held her down while she weakly struggled as another pair of footsteps came closer. She panted loudly and it almost seemed to echo off the alley walls…or maybe that was the pounding in her ears?
"Somebody shut her up," an angry voice spoke up. The clown whose nose she broke came over and she could vaguely see crimson trickling down his nose and over his mouth, chin, and neck.
She felt a small amount of satisfaction run through her at the sight of his blood, the fact that she was able to break his nose, make him feel a third of the pain she was feeling.
"Fine, I'll do it myself," the same clown snapped, patience long gone.
He walked over with an icy glare firmly in place and stared at her for a long moment before winding up and kicking her squarely in the ribs.
Pain.
Pain exploded in her chest and she let out a now muffled scream…bloody nose was now covering her mouth and she was having trouble breathing.
"I like her, she's like a wildcat," the one holding her legs spoke up earning a glare from the two Jokerz she had managed to hit. She felt a tear slip out of her eyes and could have sworn she heard a rib crack, if not more.
"Let's see if we can break her in," the one with the bloody nose, who appeared to be the leader, said. The rest of the clowns laughed and nodded enthusiastically.
Fear shot through her like a hot poker. What was she going to do? She was beaten down in an alley, and there were four of them. Oh please, somebody help her!
"Hold her nice and good," another one said and the leader ripped open her coat with one hand, the other still firmly over her mouth. He could see her eyes flutter shut with the struggle to get the air her lungs needed before she passed out.
Having pity he took his hand away from her mouth and saw her eyes weakly land on him, the blue shocking him for a moment.
"Please don't," she said but her voice was no more than a whisper.
He shook it off and pushed her shirt up and smiled when he saw her toned stomach. All the guys let out an overjoyed chuckle.
"Sorry baby," he stated not sounding sorry in the slightest, "but damn somebody's been working out," he said running a hand along her stomach. He watched with growing lust as her muscles quivered under his fingertips.
He licked his lips and bent closer ignoring how she tried to push her body away from his, shield herself from him. How valiantly she tried, but no matter. He especially enjoyed how her muscles contracted as she tried to move away.
He rubbed his face against her stomach and smiled at how his blood and face paint seemed to smear onto her skin. He did it again letting his teeth run over her soft skin and felt her stomach moving. Looking up at her he realized that she was crying, or at least trying really hard not to let the tears out.
"Just sit back and relax baby," he sneered moving his face close to hers.
"Stop, don't-" she tried. He answered her by backhanding her across the face.
She shut her eyes and kept her face facing away, to keep from crying, to keep from seeing what they were doing to her, what they were going to do.
"Please," she begged weakly tasting blood on her tongue, "somebody help me, please." Her voice was weak, even to her own ears.
They laughed at her. Full out laughs boomed off the walls and made more tears form in her eyes. Nobody was coming for her; nobody was going to save her. She couldn't even save herself!
"Call all you want," he stated rubbing his hands over her stomach.
"Nobody is coming for you," and up her sides, "and even if they did."
He paused as his hands slid over her curves and flashed her a wicked sick smile.
"The wouldn't be able to help you," he threw his head back and laughed, "nobody can take us!" He shouted into the night.
"I wouldn't count on that," the night answered back.
Serenity turned her face back around, cracking open her eyes to where she saw a blurry dark figure with a splash of red.
Batman.