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Catwoman: Selina Kyle

Click, click, click, click...

The sounds of my heels clanking against the concrete streets of Gotham, running as fast as I could to my destination, boomed loudly in my head. In truth, it wasn't quiet right now. It was seven pm, and a couple of people were still roaming the streets, talking, hanging out with people, giving me dirty looks as I ran past them. But I didn't care. I had more important people to worry about.

Oh Lola... please don't die on me...

If I ever find out that Floyd guy was lying to me, I don't know what I'll do. I don't even know what I'll become after tonight. It all depends on the outcome. But I do know one thing.

Batman is going to get screwed over.

Badly.

By yours truly.

I pulled myself up and over a balcony lever, and eased a stolen credit card in between the back door. It latched open with ease. Without second thought, I walked in, looking around for my person-of-interest. I widened my eyes.

"Gwen!"

She screamed. "Who are you?"

"It's me, Sel!"

She gave me a look someone would give a serial killer.

"I'll explain everything later. But right now, you have to come with me!"

"..."

"They're coming for you...he's coming for you! If you don't want to die, you have to come with me! Like...now," I explained. She raised her eyebrow, pending if she should come with me or not.

I sighed and started to lift up my goggles. "I really didn't want to do this..."

She gasped. And smiled. Then frowned. Then gasped again. "Selina?"

"Why do you sound in shock? I just told you who I was a minute ago!"

"Yeah, but I didn't believe you! Why would I believe a stranger? Enough of that. How did you get in here? Why do you need me? And why are you in that incredibly sexy cat costume?" she asked me. She gasped. "Wait. You mean... you're Catwoman?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I am the fierce feline that roams the concrete jungles of the night. I am...Catwoman." I finished the last word with an annoyed sigh, as if I've repeated the same thing over and over today.

She grinned. "This is too cool! How come you've never told me this?"

"Not now, Gwen. Later! We really need to get out of here, quick. Any minute now some guy called the Joker should be coming here to kill you."

"Kill me? But what did I ever do to the Joker? Wait...who's the Joker?"

"Like I said, I'll explain everything later. But we have to get a move on! Bruce-" I stopped myself. No matter how mad I was, I wouldn't like it if he revealed who I was to random people. I won't do the same. "Batman has the Joker strapped under his commands. I've gotta stop him, but first I have to make sure you're safe."

Gwen quickly got up from her couch and started to run upstairs. "Alright. Just give me a minute to put some actual clothes on." Considering the fact that she only had on a bra and thong on, I wasn't going to argue with that.

Beep.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked around. What the hell was that?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I looked around, starting to become scared. Suddenly, a note fell out of the couch, with a Batman symbol painted onto it. I stared at it for a couple seconds, contemplating if I should read it. Soon after, I picked it up anyways.

Oops, did I forget to mention?

I'm exploding this place from all dimensions!

By the time you've read this, you've only got...

30 seconds till this place gets hot!

On it showed an arrow pointing to my thumb. I lifted it, and under it revealed a string, connecting to a detonator, sitting on a counter, which I had activated by pulling the note up, bringing the string along with it. I paused for a moment, thinking of what just happened.

Beep beep beep beep...

I widened my eyes. "GWEN! TAKE WHATEVER YOU HAVE AND COME DOWNSTAIRS NOW! THIS PLACE IS GONNA EXPLODE IN 15 SECONDS!"

"What?" she replied.

I leaped up the stairs, four steps at a time, and pulled her out of the room, only a tank top on, her pants in her hands.

"Hey! What're you-"

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep...

"No time!" I shouted. But before I reached the doorknob, there was a bang.

Batman: Bruce Wayne

If she could forgive me for bringing this on her... oh, why did I do this? Why would I put her in the same situation as Barbara? I know why. It's because I'm a stupid idiot. I was selfish. I only cared about my own personal feelings, and no one else's. You would think experience would fix me up. Set me on the right track. But no. It's landed me here, tied up to a piece of hanging(and gradually breaking) string from the ceiling, hanging over a vat of toxic poisons that will instantly melt my skin and tissue away as soon as I step foot in it.

I deserve it all.

There gonna kill Catwoman. There gonna kill Selina.

Selina...why...

What did she ever do wrong? Is it that she knew too much? Is it to get to my emotions so I become unstable?

I can't let her die. I won't let her die. If she does... then I'm a failure of a hero. I'd rather just drop into this vat and end it all quickly and with dignity. She can't go too. Not again. Not her.

Poison Ivy waltzed in along with Harley Quinn. She stood in front of me with narrowed eyes, examining my every move and facial expression, which was nothing but grief.

"We got some leaked information from your cat-girl," Ivy stated bluntly. "Told us your name was Bruce Wayne. Is that right, Bruce? Are you Bruce Wayne? Or did we get the wrong guy?"

"..."

"Well? I want an answer! Or I'll make you suffer and kill her in front of you."

"I'm... Bruce Wayne."

Harley Quinn laughed. "Not so big and strong now, are ya B-Man?" she scoffed.

Ivy shook her head and smirked, amused by my answer. "Why didn't you lie? Why didn't you attempt to be a different person to save your life like a regular person would? You're being so boring to work with! I expected screaming, squirming, pain... not this."

"There's no life without Catwoman..." I mumbled, closing my eyes and letting my head droop downward.

"How cute..." Poison Ivy mocked, her voice flat. She started to walk away, Harley following close behind her like a lapdog. "Well just know that the bomb just went off. They're now officially presumed, dead, at all costs. Say your prayers so she can maybe get a chance to reach heaven." And the door closed behind her.

And hell.

I can't say I didn't.

Catwoman: Selina Kyle

I heard a quiet, familiar voice in the pitch black darkness all around me. It was calling my name, for me to wake up. But wake up from what? Wasn't I already dead? Could it be? Death doesn't even want me? Am I that worthless to even be in hell?

"Sel...Sel...Sel, come on! Get up!"

Wait a minute. That voice sounded a lot like...

The voice faded into reality. "Sel SEL! Come ON! Don't you do this to me!"

My eyes slowly opened, revealing Gwen's face hovering over my vision. The left side of her face was bleeding, and her right arm was slashed open by something, and bleeding badly. But still, she managed to give me a smile. "You're not dead."

i closed my eyes again and moaned. "What...what happened." I said it as more of a statement rather than a question.

"You saved me from a bomb. And now my apartment and some other people's is on fire and just about ready to fall apart, but who gives a shit? It's not like I had anything valuable in there, and probably the same for the neighbors as well. I'm just happy you're alright, Sel."

I winced as I slowly sat myself up, clutching my head after the rush that immediately came to my head. "Where are we now?"

She looked back, revealing a burning building, a couple of news crew, and some fire fighters and their police assisting them. She looked back at me. "I managed to pull us a safe distance away from the scene so you can heal up in peace. Besides... I figured you weren't exactly... friends with the cops."

And right she was. But that didn't matter either.

"There's no time to heal. We have to get out of here, and fast. Batman assumed we would die from that bomb. Who knows what'll happen if he finds out that we're still alive?"

Gwen sighed and sat next to me. "But your leg is cut open, and you might've sprained your ankle the way you fell after that whoosh of heat came to us."

I remember now. I had pushed Gwen in front of me so she can fall on my weight to break her fall.

I tried to stand up, but felt the sharp pins of pain on my ankle pull me back down to the ground very quickly. Gwen gasped and rushed to my aid, but I gently pushed her away. I took a couple of deep breaths, and then extended my arm out to Gwen. "Quick..." I managed to say. "Hand me something to wrap my wound with."

Without thought, she immediately ripped off the portion of her tank that covered her midriff and lower back and handed it to me, nothing but worry in her eyes. I had to show her I was fine, as much as I wanted to cry out in pain.

Very tightly, I wrapped her piece of her tank around my cut on my leg, and pulled hard as I tied it closed. "That should stop the bleeding. My ankle's gonna slow us down, but we probably still have enough time to escape. Not a hotel, but... maybe an abandoned house or something?"

"Escape from what, Sel? I haven't seen anything come and try to attack us for the whole 20 minutes you were knocked out. We should call the police if you really feel threatened, or maybe call-"

"Gwen!" I shouted.

She shut up and looked down. I immediately felt regret and the harshness that was in my voice.

"Gwen," I said more softly. "The police are not an option. You think Batman didn't know we could do that? If we do, there's obviously something up his sleeve. Who knows, he might've tapped into every available phone in Gotham, and planted a bomb in every phone booth. Even though it may seem like nothing is after us, you're just going to have to trust me on this. Turns out, I know too much about Batman, and now he wants me out of the game... permanently. And he's taking whoever he can to make me surrender down with me as well, including you. Now, if you cooperate and just listen to what I say, we might be able to walk out of this night alive. Do you want to believe me or go call the cops down there?"

She looked back again. "I'll...I trust you."

I smiled. "Alright, now help me get up."

In a matter of minutes full of struggling, she finally propped me up onto her shoulder.

A gun immediately pointed to my head and clicked, ready to release a bullet with just a pull of the trigger. I looked up only to see Floyd, his face full of anger and sadness, both emotions fighting with each other madly to see which emotion would influence his next move.

Gwen gasped. "Hey! You-"

The gun immediately moved to her head.

I snapped. "This is me you have a problem with, and me alone! You keep her out of it or so help me, you're coming down to hell with me!"

He pointed the gun to me, this time his hand shaking. "Why?" he asked, his eyes filling with tears. "Why couldn't you make it easier for you, and submit to the bomb? Why did you have to escape so badly? why did you have to make this harder for me? You do realize that because you didn't die, now I have to fucking kill you," nudging the gun's head against my forehead per syllable of those last words. Those last three words shook with pain.

I tried to wince in pain of the gun's head, and instead narrowed my eyes, trying not to feel for him. "Isn't that what you wanted to do all your life?"

He widened his eyes, and then gritted his teeth. "All I wanted to do was help you. I even gave you a chance to escape. I was suppose to kill you along with Lola back at your place, but I didn't. I gave you a chance to say goodbye to your friend. Your only friend. I stalled Lola's life for you: she awaited for her death in a tank. A tank! I did this all for you... and this what you think of me?"

Lola...oh how I... wait. Lola!

I gasped. "What did you do with her?" I shouted. "What did you do?"

His eyes filled with water. "Shut up!"

"What did you do?" I started to cry desperately. "You didn't kill her. You didn't! Please, don't kill her! Don't tell me you killed her!" I widened my eyes and gritted my teeth as well. "I hate you!"

"Damn bitch!" he mustered out, swinging his gun back. When he swung forward toward me, Gwen quickly stepped in front of me, taking the hard blow to her head, knocking her out. Since the support of her shoulder was gone, I instantly fell to the ground, the pain in my ankle all coming back to me.

"Gwen..." I cried in pain. "No... why...?"

Floyd grimaced and turned around, showing his back to me. He slipped on a helmet, matching his metal suit he was wearing, and his voice was disguised. "Take them away," he ordered. "...and don't bring them back. Ever."

"Kill 'em boss?" the guards asked.

"Whatever it takes so they don't come back." And he walked away.

I wanted to defend myself and Gwen as they picked us up and started to drag us off but I couldn't. I was too weak. Too much pain going on to run, kick, do anything really. Out of all places to sprain something, fate chose my ankle.

So reluctantly, I let them lock us up... and drag us away.

Batman: Bruce Wayne

"Ugh! Ha! Mmph! Nngh!" I shouted as I continued to attempt to rip apart the chains on my hands in order to remove my feet's. I took many deep breaths as I paused, realizing how stupid I was for trying to break solid steel with my bare hands.

The guard loudly spat in a nearby trashcan, and continued his position: staring me down to make sure I don't try anything dumb(like that helped). He had an amused look on his face, after watching me try to escape for 20 minutes, and not succeeding a bit.

They had removed me from the tank, and locked me up on a long pole instead. I had to get out of this place. Before it was too late. Before they kill of Selina. Before she hates me even more than she already does, if that's possible. And suddenly, I had an idea. An amazing idea. But it was also risky. It all depended on the reaction of the guard. Let's hope he's not aggressive.

"Hey!" I shouted. Sure enough, the guard raised his eyebrows. I licked my lips, and wished for the best. "Would you wear socks if you had no feet?"

He made an expression of confusion. "No..."

"Exactly. Then why're you wearing boxers?"

His face went red and he pointed at me. "H-hey... you better watch your mouth. Don't you dare start getting slick with me."

"Slick? How about honest fact? You don't got shit to offer! When was the last time you got laid anyway? In Hitler's era? You are that old, right? Sorry if I'm wrong. Just stating what I observe!" I replied.

He pointed his gun to me, his face ripening like Santa's cheeks after his wife kisses him. "You wanna say anything else, smart-ass? This is locked and loaded."

I gulped. Let's hope for the best.

"Hey. I'm the one in chains here! It's not a fair fight anyway, don't make it obnoxious! Why don't you just come over here and prove to me you're a man! Bet I can beat you, even with my hands tied!"

He hesitated, looked around. groaned, tucked his gun away, and started walking toward me in pure anger and vengeance. What a prick. He probably feels big and bad because he gets to beat up "Batman" without getting his ass kicked, just because I'm tied up. Well guess what.

I'm Batman.

You should know me by now.

Instantly, I locked my hand chains around his neck and pulled. "The keys," I mumbled calmly while he struggled for life. I pulled harder when I got no reply. "The keys! " I shouted.

He shook his head. "Never..." he managed to blurt out with what little air he had left.

I yanked it hard, his face starting to go purple. "I'm going to die here, and I know that. But I ant a chance to live, just like you. And so help me, if I won't make it out of here alive, then you'll go down with me! Right here. Right now. Now, last time: give me the keys."

He rapidly searched his pockets for the keys and finally pulled them out, handing it to me.

"Release my hands!"

He obeyed. I snatched the keys from him and released my feet, being sure to keep my grip on the chains slowly choking him. When everything was released, I threw the keys far away from his reach, and tied his neck up there, not too tight so he can breathe.

"I'll let help come find you. You can tell them how it all went down, prick," I spat, and I left the room, my heart pounding that I succeeded. Now, the next thing on my list.