Outside Los Angeles
“Tomorrow you will begin working our agenda into your album,” Claw smiled, “Now who should I recruit next?”
Claw made his way to the bed and scratched his chin with his normal hand, at once he noticed his Feline fascist Fraulein. She was trying seduce him, how cute.
“Strip my Feline!” Claw ordered.
Julia Storm began seductively stripping her tiger stripped SS parody uniform. Claw smiled and pulled his cloak and pants off.
“I think some oral is in order,” Claw commanded.
“Meow!” Julia purred with glee.
The Blonde began licking and teasing Claw’s manhood as Claw tried to think. His mind stopped for a second as she took the entirety of the length of him in one gulp. Claw got back on track as Julia went to work. There was Catwoman from Gotham, the Black Cat from New York City. The thieves would be needed for quiet work behind the scenes. He would also need champions to stand in front of cameras and spread his propaganda, Catman and the teen girl Kitten would do well, as would Hollywood’s Black Cat and Black Kitten team, but he also wanted Miss Fury. Black Cat and Black Kitten were right here, so tomorrow night he would collect them, Miss Furry was currently in Chicago, Catman was operating in Center City, then New York City for the other Black Cat, and then Gotham for Catwoman and her Kitten-girl or whatever the pink and black clad teen called herself. Claw put his organic hand on Julia’s head as his back arched and he shot his man cream into his fascist kitten’s mouth.
*
Los Angeles the next day
Linda Turner put the phone down and looked at Kit Weston, Kit snickered as Linda screamed.
“Why does the TMZ hate me?” Linda shouted.
“Maybe because you aren’t playing the Hollywood game the way they want?” Kit snickered.
“Kit Peter Weston, I should flog you silly!” Linda snapped.
“You want to hear how many of my classmates fantasize about that?” Kit countered.
“Ugh,” Linda sighed, “what did you get on Arson?”
“Firebug was hired to clear parts of the ghettos in LA,” Kit looked at the information from the Prison conference room, “But the lawyer that talked to him told him after they got out he would get more information. Shortly after that the appeal went throw and Orson was released.”
“Don’t worry,” Linda spoke up, “We’ll make sure your parents’ killer will face justice!”
Black Cat’s phone buzzed. Linda got up and went to her purse and pulled out the hidden Waynetech special phone. A voice mail came in, and Linda listened and signaled for Kit to follow her.
“A call on the tip line,” Linda said, “We have to move. It may be a trap, it was text to speak so who knows who called it in.”
*
Run Down warehouse
The 1940’s style motorcycle was silenced by its electric engine. Black Cat and Black Kitten got off and went to the fire escapes. It was the unspoken rule that neither talked about holding on to each other while riding. Black Kitten watched his mentor climb up the fire escape in her Pirate Boots, Black one piece bathing suit, and pirate gloves. Black Cat looked back down at her ward clad in his black catsuit, boots, gloves, and cowl. At the top they found windows into the building. In the middle there he was working on his armor.
“I can’t see his face,” Black Kitten said, “What do you think he is up to?”
“What Orson Arson is always up too,” Black Cat said went throw a broken window, “Getting ready to burn the city as Firebug.”
The pair made their way down to the ground and toward Orson. The man walked off to a bathroom without noticing the pair moving closer in the shadows. Black Kitten was about to follow when Black Cat gasped. He looked back at what Black Cat was pointed at. Orson Arson was in the hanging armor a bullet hole in his forehead. On the chest was a note stating ‘your signing bonus.’
The flame throwers on the Firebug armor started billowing a thick cloud of smoke that enveloped Black Cat and Black Kitten.
*
Claw walked back into the main room of the warehouse. Claw watched as the fog of Catnip started to dissipate. Black Cat’s outfit was now thigh boots and opera gloves with one piece bathing suit marked with Cat faces and Paw prints, and a cat mask all in black leather. Black Kitten was still the black suit but with boots and a black Sam Brawn belt complete with Pistol and dagger.
“Meow!” The two new Feline Fascists gave the cat eared salute to their master.
“Welcome my loyal agents,” Claw smiled, “Are you happy with your present?”
“Yes Master!” Black Kitten snapped to attention.
“Now reveal yourselves to me,” Claw ordered.
“Linda Turner,” Black Cat removed her mask.
“Kit Weston,” Black Kitten removed his cowl.
“Good,” Claw smiled, “I have work that Linda Turner will me most suited to carry out!”