Selina laid on top of Bruce with barely any amount of the sheets covering them. The door opened and in walked Alfred with all the stealth of a ghost. He placed the tray with the newspapers, morning notes and menu on the night table and pulled the sheets over the two sleeping lovers. He figured it was best to leave them with a little bit more peace, once Selina woke up there would be hell to pay after all. Alfred made his way to Damien’s room and placed the tray on his night table. Alfred then returned to the kitchen, Richard having already left for the day some hours ago.
Alfred took a seat for a moment and waited for an intercom to activate. He did think it was odd that Master Damien was not awake yet. It was his normal routine to be up and annoying everyone else in the house hold by now.
“Pennyworth!” Damien’s voice carried over the intercom.
Alfred sighed and pushed the breakfast cart off to the elevator. As he was about to open the door to Damien’s room he heard a quirk some song starting to play in the master bedroom. To Alfred’s delight the boy was in the shower. Yet as he put the breakfast tray on the desk the peace of the morning disappeared.
“WHAAAAAATTTTTTTTT????????????????” Selina’s scream echoed throughout the house!
Oh well time to serve Master Bruce and Miss Selina breakfast. As Alfred turned to leave he notices a long black leather opera glove and the shaft of black leather thigh boot sticking out from Damien’s closet. Alfred ignored it as he brought Bruce and Selina their breakfasts.
“Well you blow it Eddy! No! I will not calm down!” Selina shrieked into her phone, “Its bad enough I got that ‘Black Cat’ bitch in New York trying to take my stichk. Now I got plagiarists out the ass?”
Alfred poured and handed Master Bruce a cup of coffee. Bruce handed him a note.
-Selina’s phone plays Face to Face by Soiux and the Banshees it is Edward Nigma calling.-
Alfred tucked the note in his pocket before fetching a plate of scones. He then got a coffee for Miss Selina, but waited to hand it to her. Selina finished her phone call by throwing the phone into bathroom.
“COFFEE!” Selina demanded.
“Not yet,” Alfred held the cup of coffee.
“Why not?” Selina shrieked.
“Calm down first,” Bruce said, “Alfred will not lose another fine china cup from my great grandmother’s set.”
Selina started breathing.
*
Dick waited in the kitchen while Barbara showered. His “Smartphone” wasn’t available on the market since it was issued by the Batcave, among the features that it had was that joined chatrooms for the Titans, the Avengers, the Justice League, and so on. Right now the chat rooms were going off on the copy “Catwomen”. Oddly enough a few people didn’t chime in, despite being signed in. He was texting Tim and Steph as well. Both were having a field day with this. Barbara came into the kitchen having dressed with her hair pulled back in a wet pony tail.
“What are you doing sitting on top of my fridge?” Barbara asked.
“Just watching the chatter,” Dick smirked as he jumped down, “Would you be my Catwoman?”
“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” Barbara panicked.
“Calm down Babs,” Dick kissed her cheek, “With the copy cats the joke running across the chatrooms is that every hero needs their own catwoman. Steph wants to take Tim out to shop for his own catwoman outfit.”
“What?” Barbara was confused.
“She thinks he would look cute in thigh high heeled boots. Tim wasn’t as thrilled about the idea of drag,” Dick laughed, “Come on. Brunch awaits.”
*
In the Batcave Selina was going to town on the training dummies. Bruce was staying out of her way and surprisingly Damien was trying to avoid her instead of trying to make her life a hell. Bruce was going over the data on the copy catwomen.
“Selina do any of these people seem familiar?” Bruce asked.
“Not really, although I would recognize the Pink Latex ass if I had seen it before.”
“The none of theses women are matching up with any known criminals,” Bruce said, “And it seems that you have a few drag queens in the mix too.”
“What? Don’t tell me Tina Thomas from the twisted rainbow is in on this!” Selina shouted.
“These two in Gotham,” Bruce said, “the smaller one is a drag queen, and this one took special care to keep her entire face covered and had a small muzzle molded into the rubber. So facial recognition isn’t working.”
“Play that video again,” Selina said.
Bruce replayed the video. And Selina watched it closely.
“Call me crazy,” Selina said, “but I think that’s Batgirl. The red haired one.”
“That’s not her moves,” Bruce noted.
“No, it’s a gymnast who studied police combative,” Selina said, “look at that move there, that’s a cop move and that is a competition gymnastics move. If we can find another girl about that size who is a competitive gymnast who was trained in police hand to hand combat, then that’s your girl.”
*
“So back to the elephant in the room,” Dick said as he put his arm around Barbara, “What was with the suit this morning?”
“You are not going to let that go,” She smirked.
“Not until I get to see you in it, or at least taking it off.”
“Pig,” Barbara said.
“Would you want me to fantasize about any random girl, or would you want me to fantasize about my lovely girlfriend?” Dick countered, “And does the girl want to be fantasized about because of the lingerie or herself inside of it?”
“You get to live tonight Boy Blunder,” Barbara gave Dick a wicked stare.