Dick’s eyes fluttered opened, but he say only black. There was massive weight across his body and he felt the leather bands around his wrists holding him to a headboard. He breathed lightly, there was a mix of smells not the least of which were Barbara Gordon and sex.
“Babs,” Dick breathed.
“Dick? Where are we?” Barbara asked, “Why are you tied up? Did we have sex?”
“Babs,” Dick whispered, “Where are we? You got to get me out of here.”
Babs looked around, there was a full sized mattress bunk bed up above them, and two closets spilling over with clothes to their right, computer desks were in front and behind them, and to their left was the wall with a window and drawn curtains. Looking herself over she was wearing little more than garter belt and fishnet stalkings. Dick was wearing a tiger printed blindfold, pink leather wrist cuffs and a used black rubber condom. The pink tiger print sheets were only half covering them. Babs noticed something else, Dick looked only about 17 not the 28 she remembered.
“Purr-fect,” Catwomans trade mark purr came from behind them, “I caught you!”
Babs looked back at Catwoman, she was wearing on off the shoulder black latex catsuit and had her hair pulled back.
“You two little love kitties decided to celebrate our success last night on your own in bed I see,” Selina said in mock chastising, “Well Cat-girl and Red Paw, you two are in trouble! Get dressed and come get your breakfast!”
Selina went to leave. Babs started looking around for a set of keys to unlock the wrist cuffs when an object bonked her on the head, Selina had tossed her the keys. Babs unlocked Dick and pulled off his blindfold. They looked around, there were plenty of black tight pants, in leather, latex and velvet and tiger stripped sweaters. There were starched white shirts and uniforms for a Massachusetts Acadamy.
Dick and Barbara saw framed news article.
“Entire Gordon Family killed by Thorne!” “Mystery Evidence links Zucco to Flying Grayson’s Tragedy.” “Throne to be defended by Public Defender! Entire fortune stolen!” “Richard Grayson goes missing after providing damning testimony!” “Rupert Throne Dead! Arkham Riots to kill one inmate”
“Babs…” Dick gasped.
It was a picture of Barbara and Dick with Selina Kyle and a young blonde girl sitting on a beach with a new paper in hand, the cover read “Catwoman had kittens?” All of the girls had cat themed bathing suits and the girls were covered in jewels. The two showered and got dressed in school uniforms, then went to the kitchen.
“Who’s that?” Selina cued as the two teenagers entered.
The two stopped when a little girl shouted, “Sista Bab! Brotha Dick!”
“What’s your name?” Selina asked.
“Helen!” the girls shouted.
Both Dick and Babs looked at the kid and saw Bruce as a young girl.
“Go! Hunt Felica!” Selina put the girl down and waited for her to leave, “Well…”
“Mom,” Barbara found herself starting.
“Normally you only call me ‘mom’ when you want something,” Selina interrupted her, “Look, you two are foster kids, you’re the same age, the two of you have spent the last six years together. Fifteen you two still wanted to share a room with a bunk bed, now at seventeen its’ a bunk bed with a queen sized mattress. I’m not stupid. Hell you two probably figured out how watching me and Bats making porn on Gotham’s Roof Tops.”
In walked a fourteen year old with nearly white haired girl with the three year old in tow.
“Felicia!” Helen exclaimed.
“Get some food,” Selina ordered her pride, “You have to get to school. Remember at the end of the month we are all going back to Gotham for the summer season!”
“Daddy Bat!” Helen shrieked, “Helen Pooppy pants.”
Selina grabbed the three year old and carried her to the bathroom.
“Got caught making amateur porn did you?” Felicia sneered.
“Shut up brat,” Dick breathed.
“How do you think that Mom caught you?” Felicia smiled, “You two might be the first ones Mom trained, but I was born to thieves! Selina Kyle and Walter Hardy! What happened to the key that Cat-girl had around her neck and how did it end up in Mom’s hand? Yeah that was me! The Black Cat!”
“I don’t need to be a mutant to make your life a hell hole,” Barbara hissed.
Neither her nor Dick know where that came from.
“Hay! Get your things! Cheetah has her pride outside!” Selina shouted from the hall.
The three grabbed their bags and went down to the ground floor of the safe house. The cargo van waiting for them opened up to let them in. Barbara Minerva AKA the Cheetah was in the Shotgun seat. What Dick and Babs didn’t expect was that a 17 year old Diana Prince was driving, a teen age Dona Troy was playing with a smart phone and a preteen Cassie Sandmark was listening to music.
“You kittens ready to kick Princess Ass?” Diana said before slamming on the gas.