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My Microsoft is on acid and it refuses to cooperate with FanFiction.
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Catwoman: Selina Kyle
"Where are you right now?" I whispered into the mic B gave me.
"Still in the hallway...so lost...very big... you?" he asked me.
"Same. Oh, what if it's too late?" I worried. I could hear his sigh over the mic.
"Relax, we got this. I've dealt with the Joker plenty of times. He's basically a good bluffer. That's how he manipulates people into getting what he wants, I'll tell you that. But kill Lola? I highly doubt that. He might even be using her as bait so we can come to him-"
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. I lightly gasped and lowered my voice, looking around to see if anyone heard. "What?!" I stage whispered.
"Sel... I want you to relax," he repeated. I took a couple deep breaths and nodded, as if he saw me. However, he responded as if he had. "You good now?" he asked me.
"Yeah, kind of..."
"Kind of is enough. Now let's keep going. We're too far in anyway," he stated bluntly.
"Oh I would never think of leaving Lola! I just gotta stop being a pussy and suck it up," I replied. He lightly laughed.
"I'm aware."
"So...I see you came alone," a voice called into the darkness. I quickly spun around and flashed my flashlight around everywhere frantically.
"Who...who is that?" I called out. "Show yourself!"
"Sel? Sel, you okay?!" B asked me in the mic. I ignored him.
"But if I do, you might run away in fear," it answered. It sounded oh-so familiar...
"I won't... not unless you make me," I assured.
"Sel? Are you there? Do I need to come there and get you? Sel!"
The person with the voice stepped out of the darkness and revealed himself, only turning out to be the voice of who I thought it was.
Floyd Lawton.
On instinct, I raised my only weapon, it was the one I took from a guard last night. An assault rifle of some sort with a couple bullets left in it. I had to use it wisely. Floyd just laughed and walked closer to me.
"Someone's feeling bold," I mumbled, hoping he heard it.
"You don't know how to use that," he said surely.
"Wanna find out?" I asked. My eyebrow quirked up in response.
He merely smirked and stopped right in front of me. "And even if you did know how to use it..." He slowly pushing the gun down toward the floor. "You know you wouldn't use it on me."
I stared at him with narrow eyes, but not out of hate, but rather, contemplating on why I didn't just attack him on the spot. Shouldn't this be a man I hate? Shouldn't the order be attack, then question? So what's going on here with me?
"Sel, answer me. You have me worrying!"
I turned off the mic so B couldn't hear the conversation. It's not like he can come here anyway. This place it too big for that.
"So where are they?" I asked, putting my hands on my hip, hoping to give off an attitude to wear him down.
"Who?" he asked.
"Your posse or whatever," I answered. "Aren't I going to have like...five guns pointed to my head in a matter of seconds?"
"No. No, it's just me."
"..."
"..."
"You're Deadshot, huh," I stated.
He looked down. "Yeah."
"Why are you being so... so hospitable to me all of a sudden? Are you obligated to? You Greek or something? Gotta have your Xenia before Zeus finds out?" I mocked, partially wanting to know the answer.
He dryly laughed. "I don't like what he told me to do to you."
"Who's he?"
"The Joker."
"Ah."
"Truth is, Cat... I..."
I raised my eyebrows in attentiveness.
"You're not gonna believe this, but... I-"
"HA!" Bruce screamed out as he slammed his elbow into Floyd's cranium, knocking him out and making him fall to the floor. I gasped and widened my eyes, gawking at the unconscious body on the floor, and then Bruce.
"Bruce! Why?!" I asked.
"Because he was going to attack you! He's the bad guy, remember?" he clarified.
I shook my head and gave him a what's-wrong-with-you? look. "We were just talking. He was trying to tell me something important!"
Bruce blinked and looked at knocked-out Floyd. "You mean... the bad guy... was conversing... with you... their enemy?"
"Yes."
He closed his eyes in embarrassment. "In my defense, I had assumed, like any other guy, that the bad guy... would be bad."
I ran my hand through my hair. "How'd you even get here anyway?"
"Broke through stuff." I stared at him. He sheepishly smiled. " I love you?"
I rolled my eyes and started to walk forward. He pointed to the body. "Wait, so we're gonna leave it?" he asked.
I turned to him. "No! You're gonna pick him up and we're gonna find a place where we can wait until he wakes up. I've gotta here what he has to say, B. It could be really important. It could be about Lola's whereabouts!"
He groaned. "But he's the bad guy-"
"I'M SORRY. WAS IT ME THAT KNOCKED DEADSHOT OVER AND MADE HIM UNCONSCIOUS? IF I DID, THEN I APOLOGIZE."
Bruce stopped. "Wait, this is Deadshot?"
"Yes."
"..."
"What?"
"..."
"B, what?"
"Deadshot was the one who killed my parents."
There was a silence. That's when I realized that B and I weren't as close as I presumed. I decided to ignore the man and attempt to pick up unconscious Deadshot instead. B walked over to me and assisted. No conversation. We just agreed to drop it.
Bruce sighed. "Sel... I-"
"Did you ever plan on telling me this? You know... the important things?" I asked him, not giving him eye contact. How many more secrets was he keeping from me?
He rubbed his hand across his face. "I was going to-"
"It's fine. Now's not the time," I cut off, doing my best to keep my composure. "Alright, let's split up. You get the west side of the building. I'll get the east. If you find Lola, contact me through the mic. I'll do the same," I said, turning it on. It was like the more I hung around Bruce, the more I started to realize that we weren't meant for each other. But I need him to find Lola. Maybe after all of this is over, I can see what my heart truly feels like.
Bruce nodded. "Promise me... that you won't get hurt."
"..."
"Selina."
"Sure," I mumbled, lightly putting my palm on Deadshot's forehead.
Bruce sighed and walked off. I gulped.
What's happening to us?
Slowly and ever so quietly, I crawled along the grates on the ceiling, eyeing down my settings. Guards, guards, and more guards everywhere I turned my head. This wasn't gonna work. I had to come up with some sort of distraction to lead them away from the vault that would give me the passcode to open the hidden lair Lola is in.
I pulled out a caltrop and threw it over to a place far away from the vault. All of the guards grabbed their guns and together walked towards the noise. Idiots.
As soon they walked close to it, all of them became stunned. I lightly dropped down on my feet and sashayed over to the vault, smirking and lightly laughing to myself. The vault opened automatically as I stepped close to it, and it closed and locked behind me.
It was a big and dark room with blood splattered all over the floor. Different dangerous-looking tools sat up on the ceiling, and some on a tray next to an empty bed with blood-stained sheets. There was a big TV screen displaying static, and a computer to the side displaying a screen asking for a passcode. I sighed and walked over to it, brushing my fingers on the keyboard. I needed to find this passcode.
I turned on my mic. "B."
"Yeah?" he replied into it.
"I need the passcode to access the Joker's computer. I think if I crack it, I can locate where Lola is."
There was silence for a moment.
"B?" I asked again.
"Have you tried, you're dying tonight?" a strange voice spoke into the mic. I gasped. That wasn't Bruce. It didn't sound like Bruce at all. It was Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy's got Bruce! I immediately broke the mic in two and threw the remnants onto the floor, scared they would be able to track me with it.
"Hello, Kitty Cat! Have you found what you're looking for, yet?" the Joker spoke into the speakers. I looked around, trying to see if he was in the room. I gulped and whipped out the gun I stole from the guard. I had to use this carefully. I only had a couple bullets left and no extra ammo to replace it with.
Batman doesn't kill. But Catwoman does.
"Aww... it seems like you didn't! Well here, allow me to assist..." the Joker spoke again. A wall started to slide over to the side, shaking the whole building. It eventually stopped and revealed a secret compartment with a person lying on a bed with sharp tools pointed at her. I gasped.
"Lola!" I cried, and I holstered my gun and ran to her.
I touched her face in sadness. Her head was decorated with dry, crusty blood, her eyes were bruised, the sheets were draped over her body carelessly, and her hair was dyed green and cut real short, stopping at her ears.
"Lola," I mumbled. "Are you alive? Can you hear me?" I started to ask, a tear falling down my masked eyes.
"Nuh... uh... uh, my precious little Cat! Your life is finished, along with the Bat's!" the Joker laughed into the speaker. Green smoke started to fill the room. I looked around fervently for an exit to take Lola and I out of, but there was none but the sliding wall, which was shut tightly. I gasped, clutching my throat. My canals felt like they were closing in tighter and tighter.
And then, I blacked out.