Superwoman stepped out onto the rooftops of the other Gotham, and shuddered. In her world, Gotham was so polluted you couldn't see the sky at night. Here it was smoggy, but the full moon was clearly visible. It made her skin crawl. Admittedly, some of
that was her outfit.
She had, of course, disguised herself as Wonder Woman. She had to admit the costume was pretty sexy and looked good on her, but it still creeped her out. Still, it was necessary for her plan to seduce Batman. She'd make her way to his secret headquarters, and
pretended to be Wonder Woman, convince Batman to come away with her on a secret mission for a few days. Close proximity to her sexy self over a prolonged period of time would wear down his resistance, and she'd have him wrapped around her finger soon enough.
It wasn't really much of a plan, but then Superwoman wasn't much of a planner; like most of the Crime Syndicate, she left the thinking to Owlman. She was not, however, a total idiot, and before leaving her own universe had purloined her lover's files on the
Justice League and their world. The files were packed with both detailed observations from the clashes between the Syndicate and the League, and speculation deduced from those observations, speculation she had no doubt where accurate.
Among those speculations was that Batman operated out of a series of caves beneath Wayne Manor. Superwoman didn't really understand why he didn't use a luxurious penthouse as his HQ like Owlman did, but who could understand how goody-goods thought? Unfortunately,
though she had a vague idea of where Batman's lair was, she didn't have the slightest idea how to get in. She could, of course use the brute force approach, but that would tip him off that she wasn't actually Wonder Woman.
Superwoman sat down and pouted, alternating between trying to figure out what to do and mentally whining about how much she hated having to think. And then someone came up behind her. She whirled around, prepared to beat the interloper to a pulp, but froze
at the vision of loveliness before her, luscious curves displayed by a skintight catsuit, a cat-eared cowl and yellow goggles failing to hide a beauteous face.
In her own world, the Red Cat had been a ruthless vigilante who'd slaughtered dozens of Owlman's criminal minions before the Dark Knave had captured her. The Caped Crimelord had kept the psychotic beauty as a sex-slave for years before finally tiring of and
killing her. Superwoman had always resented his refusal to share his delectable plaything, and now she had an opportunity to rectify the situation.
But that wasn't all. Owlman's files had speculated that the Red Cat's counterpart, Catwoman, was Batman's lover. Which meant that she might now how to get into the Batcave. Superwoman smiled and decided to...
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