I started a rewrite so now, I'm rewriting the rewrite. I had a better idea for the plot that might make it flow better, so I'm gonna go with that.
Anyway, welcome to Kitten's Claws. I started this fic when I was 13 and now, 5 years later, I am in deep regret.
But let's hear it for Season 3, am I right?
I don't own Young Justice or any of its characters or DC Comics and their characters. I only own my character, Rachel. Any resemblance my character makes to anyone, real or not, is purely coincidental.
The night was dark, and the usual sirens of the Gotham City Police Department could be heard from miles away. Parents closed their blinds in a feeble attempt to shield their children from the horrors of the night, but it was no use. They would grow into it anyway. Tonight was different, but not by much. On the far side of town, a jewelry store was burning as the thieves fled into the night.
"Come on, Kitten, keep up," the older of the two chided. If you were fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate enough, you could sometimes catch a glimpse of her black-clad silhouette against the Gotham skyline as she fled the scene of her latest conquest. The younger of the two seemed to be having a hard time keeping up, but that was far from the truth.
"Oh I can keep up just fine, and you know it!" she laughed back. Her silhouette was a little easier to catch, but hard to distinguish, as her form seems to bend and fold itself into different shapes at every blink.
"I know. You're just hoping the big, bad Bat will catch up so you can flirt with your little boyfriend."
"Who? Birdbrain? God, as if. If that ever happened, the others would kill him, and then me!"
"Oh shut up and run. We need to pawn this off by tomorrow afternoon if we wanna make rent this month."
"Fine." And with that, the theatrics stopped, and the most anyone could see were two women running across the rooftops.
Selina Kyle and her younger partner in crime Rachel O'Connor made rent that month with an excess of $1500.