Teen Titans – Renegade's Last Resort; Finding Pandora = Hope
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Chapter 17: Scratch, Claw, Bite and Scramble
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Bat – cat smut and Lex is no secret to Roy Harper who hates him as much as his own mentor.
Dick wakes up to a lot of pain, and some secrets he'd rather not hear aloud.
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Roy had lost his connection as the train ride to the next bus he'd have to ride on was a nauseating reminder if the shit she'd pulled.
~ Slade, he could have her. I let her get involved. Lex….that fucker.~
Leaning into the glass, the ride was lulling enough to allow the man's ear buds to do their job. He heard the conductor's last call when it was time to wait. Setting his watch at the bus depot, Metropolitan life seemed better than stopping in Central. That came later. Kansas.
The home of the world's finest man of aloofness.
Roy's last shot at capping this Pandora garbage.
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Bruce went into the downstairs room of the apartment basement floor. The water dripped and a crime scene had gone on. The body was bagged up, ready to be examined as one, minus the rats that seemed to be impossible to keep away from the girl's corpse.
"She's young." Bruce saw Detective Bullock lower his hat. "Dr. Animo had a warrant in Manhattan, but it's possible some if his "creations" got the idea to fly solo into Gotham. What da ya say, chief?"
Gordon, James. He came in with a sweep ( We are making him a red head in this because Babs is involved) of the floor by his dirtied soles. His eyes behind thick lenses made him look too old to be on the fire, yet that was hard to tell by how he noticed whatever the Bat was already after.
"Harvey. Step aside for the dark knight."
"Right." Frowned the other woth a shrug. "Find the killer, maybe before we'd do it." Huffed Bullock as he took to checking over a different doorway. One that led up to a run down set of rooms the killers had wiped clean. "This place was where they carried the victim. She wasn't kept here, only to question." Batman noticed the amount if force to the temple. "She resisted, but for whatever reason, she was on a hot list. This was intentionally done. Not to provoke, but to hide information."
"But nothing ever stays quiet in Gotham City." Jim shook his head, hands in his pockets. "You have any clilues if your enemies are doing some foul things since the Wayne Building attack?"
"It could be, but her connection is unclear to that."
"To's catch a rat, you gotta find yerself a hungry cat. Dontcha?"
Harvey's words were intriguing. Bruce nodded as the GCPD watched him run off to find exactly who might know the mammalian underworld, besides a bat.
But a black cat, one that loved to barter for information on the fly. For a hefty price tag.
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She knew how to dance at the age of nine. Her father had refused lessons so she'd practice late at night. Her mother would scold her for bringing animals into the house when her new boyfriend was there. That man….
One day, she found Luna, dead.
She would never be so unfortunate to fall. After all?
With a back flip above a high security guarded museum case, hanging by a corded wire and harness, she was flawless as a post meta could be with cat like agility and immortality. ( I'mgiving her this, sort of.) The one long sought lesson ( Haley berry, ( using the 2004 catwoman cartoon) in using cosmetics at all was that lip wear was her best feature. Eyes? She had cats eyes as the first of her night prize under her scope. Catwoman happily grinned with a purr at the two ruby Cheshire eyes staring back from their little velvet pillow.
"Meow. ~ I do like…"
"Then if you want them, speak up first."
With a twist of her skull, she clutched her chest with a breathless chuckle. "You sure do know how to spoil an introduction, flying foxy."
Bruce was in half shadow as he put a floor close to the sensors. One step, she'd lose her new accessories.
"I will gladly have the auction on these as payment for ant information you might carry at this time."
"You sound just like that other person. The one who offered some similar deal if I talked to a big, strong man about who I know."
She sighed and stayed in stasis, making a plan to escape before Bruce decided to get out the fun toys he had on him. Was a spray bottle worth it? Hell, no. She'd just dry cleaned this suit and her nails needed no during today.
"Or a what, the fact you even mentioned him coming to you."
"Hum? Siding with you thieves if a women's heart isn't really…in - style these days." She tugged up the cord as he fought to her, only to see her toe trip the wore as sirens went off. With a premeditated snatch, he'd seen not a sound as the gems remained in her grip. Ear clawed glove covered, she found her exit way too early, sending Bruce after her with a grapple quick enough to latch to the sky light latch. "WAIT!"
The police cane, bit not to the roof as she leaped to a catwalk and began to make her way down on the next roof over.
Bruce threw his rang to trip her up, yet Selina had a whip and wasn't afraid like the bird to let it rip into the man's air space.
"I know as little as you think I do –
"Which means, you think I won't tell you because of what I know? That all, darling?"
"My ward. He's been in danger fir a month now. Whatever you know –
She stopped heels hitting the concrete as her back stayed to the dark knight. "Selina, please. I know that Slade was after you to –
"He kills the things that irk him, like a Two-faced liar. He even offered to buy my silence, instead…" She shook her head. "You don't want to go looking. Trust me, let the bird fly free. Take care of your new one."
"Jason isn't him, and I know you want to see justice. Robin was –
"Cute, snippy. He stepped on my tail too many times to name." She sniffed, almost thinking it comical and ignoring Bruce's comment on the new boy. "He's a kid with dreams. You had better make your end count. Here." She tossed the red rubies to the back as he caught both. "That freak came here and put Joker even up against the wall. Penguin hasn't squashed Wilson's atempts to create a little factory someplace down by the river - you won't find it, though. I think it's not legit. Maybe a cover up. I was told not to say that I knew at catcher's kid, and believe me. She was a dirty street rat who had it hard after Animo was roughed up and, her father…"
"Dr. Animo. The cryptozoologist that studied connections to human DNA. that –
"They say he's still running. Running from some kid and his "plumber" buddies." It was news in DC the second time, yet the lab was totaled and the staff had lost a chunk of lives. Bodies all blown sky high. Even the animals, which had burned in Selina's gut fir weeks since the coverage had her pulling back into her routine as a thief less often today, she was trying to get back into that routine. So sue…
Frowning, Bruce would have to scale back to see if the JLA were familiar.
"Rat Catcher was, alone. So? I had her run around keeping secrets for all if us, and she got something eat. A warm bed. There was a strip club, a gentleman's joint in the Narrows that she stayed cozy at. Said her clients were in it for what her rats could fin6s about anything they had their noses stuck into. Besides, rotten trash." She crinkled her nose, only to see…
Bruce saw her…crying?
"You cared for her. So, you know about the latest report that –
"She saved no one but herself, and hurt herself while wanting a place no-one was willing to give to her, Bats…" She turned back to him, her steps moving along in a glide as he was so close now to her body. She reached out and lifted the cowl to adjust his head to the height that she wanted. He allowed that, seeking her lips as she sought his under a siren filled night of passion.
She reached for the belt, he pushed her back fistt before she told him off, her whip to his cheek. Tapping it there, his movements were not as expected. So compliant?
"Ah – ah. You want? Then I take my one offering first. Then, we talk like felines and toms." She purred as he felt her hands reach over his abs, her other to his face as tongue enveloped all the rest. "You can give me my treasure only after you make my wet, sweetheart. Been a long time…"
She was used to this, her last job was holding down the fort at a place Penguin ran when she'd been pushed off her roost by him. Always a flightless bird up her ass, and the bat had been the same. Now, Slade had told her plenty of what could happen if Bruce never stayed long out of his affairs. And he fucked, well. A military god, she drooled to compare them. Even while thinking of what Bruce was packing, before turning back to her femme fatale origins.
"Mind if I take the first ride, cowboy?"
"Your rules, Selina."
On the rooftop, she rode him. Her guilt rose at who she was loyal to. No one, but the fucking pity of her emotionally constipated exes? Well, how could a lady turn up two timing Deathstroke and the Dark Knight in a single month?
Bet the apprentice brat had no idea that his master was such a stud, as she rocked into the rhythm while he let her take the reins. As always, the bat was nothing to a kitten with claws and teeth to spare.
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She smiled and nibbled his jaw before pulling up her own lower zipper, while leaving him to get rid of any evidence as she got ready to spill and claim her other prize.
"Slade wants more than more dead bodies to fall, Bruce. You and I could be next. You may…want to put me up in that pretty castle – but you can't, can you?"
"It needs a new security upgrade. Slade broke into it. Alfred almost faced a serious concussion." Bruce sat up and pulled a packet of wet cloths from his belt compartment.
"May I?" She batted her eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his cursed come splattered between her legs all night.
"Sure, here."
She bobbed her head and snipped out a few to wipe, not caring if he saw. "As you were mentioning on, Slade's evil cat eye is all over this city. I gave him quite a show by letting you be up my…-
"Cameras, drones?"
"You guessed correctly." She tossed the cloth to the man as he avoided it. She snickered, seeing his disgust. "You…who, he killed her! Why did you cover for that mercenary?"
"Nine lives is a lot to live, and he threatened to cut them in half with his new toy. I like my powers, Bruce. You can't begin to imagine what that would do to my livelihood. Woman's and animal rights. Right….baby?"
" You're only half the advocate you think by what we did tonight. You used your own body for a man bent on exhausting human lives for power. What does that make you?"
"He could do it. Kill, and we'd be done with it. I could never forgive the fact that the rat was my sister, a child I'd raised on living. She loved those fucking rats more than people." Laughed the cat, vainly. " A tip, then. Go to where her friend was hiding before she made a pit stop in Gotham City. She goes by the name of "CRYSTALIZER." The cat yawned into her cleaned palm. "Slade said she might have the power to add to the Pandora –
"Thanks. And the payment will be in your possession, gift wrapped. Selina." He took one look back as she seemed to pity it always. Puppies.
"Let me help you. Deathstroke won't ever come between us if you choose to help me to locate my ward." He lastly did office her some means of protection. However, she knew far better than it was pointless. "There is a set of devices inside his teammates, the Titans. Slade intends to kill them if anyone steps out of line. I know you're as afraid as –
"Find Cris, then call." She leaped down as he went to check, then saw that her exit was not unintentionally done. If Slade were watching, she'd just signed her death warrant through the eating eye of his sharp shooter.
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So, this ends nicely and I won't go with Dick's part until next chapter. On with it! See. Though Selina tt rat Catcher, Roy knew some things too. Was that blue dressed woman Criss? Find out! OC who is similar to Cole. Only she creates crystals, not turning herself into one. And she's on team Lex later. Find out!
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