Selina and Dixie had had more fun than they should have
picking out the wigs, but it suited them.
Selina sat in the peach 1940’s style skirt suit with a blonde wig in the
same style, while Dixie sat next to her in the neon pink matching 80’s power
suit and glamor wig. The clerk was
showing them diamonds.
“These are Canary Diamonds Miss Dubrovna,” the clerk held
a pair on a pillow.
“Those won’t do,” Selina held the ring up to the stones, “What
do you think? Do any of them match
grandmother’s ring?”
“I am telling you get something different like a sapphire
to replace the missing diamond,” Dixie played the role of the spoiled punk
princess, “No reason for the kitty to have two diamond eyes.”
“This isn’t for you,” Selina played the role of the older
more responsible family member, “It has taken a long time for our family to
earn back the wealth this ring represented and it would mean so much to
Grandmother to have it finally restored to how it was before the depression
before she dies.”
“Ladies,” the Clerk smiled, “If I might, I can show this
to our expert and see if something in our reserve would work. In the meantime, John would be happy to find
some refreshments for you.”
Selina put the ring on the offered pillow. The Clerk got up and went in back while her
assistant John put the stones back and went around to the ladies.
“A water please,” Selina smiled.
“Screwdriver?” Dixie asked.
“Fresh out,” John said, “I know we have some mountain dew
in back.”
Dixie nodded. The young man left. Selina and Dixie whispered to each other
while keeping up the body langue of bickering.
“They must have shown us at least ten million dollars of
diamonds looking for the right stone in Grandma’s ring,” Dixie whispered.
“Yes this is a very professional shop, handsome chaps in
uniforms add to the safe feeling too,” Selina noted looking around the shop.
“How do you think Grandpa is going to react to us getting
the ring fixed?” Dixie asked using the code for Batman.
“I am sure he will be surprised as always,” Selina
smiled.
The assistant John returned with drinks for the pair.
“If I ever decide to get married,” Dixie smiled at John, “I’ll
be sure to bring my girlfriend here.”
The lady and another man came back with the jeweled cat
ring on a pillow.
“Miss Dubrovna,” the man smiled, “Where did you get this
ring?”
“My family brought it with them when they fled the
Russian Revolution,” Selina repeated the history.
“Well it is remarkable,” the man said, “It is almost an
exact copy of a piece from the Czar’s collection in Russia.”
“I think it was a copy of the imperial jewels,” Dixie
said, “Posh people love to copy each other, right?”
“Well Miss Dubrovna,” the man said, “If I didn’t know
better I would say this was stolen, but the I saw the original in Moscow last
week. As for you Miss Dubrovna, we have
a stone that will work perfectly. I will
understand if you want to take some time to think about it.”
The Clerk handed Selina the ring and a folded slip of
paper.
“And your card?” Selina asked.
“Of course, please feel free to call when your family has
come to a decision,” the man said handing over a card with a private number
scrawled on the back.
Selina and Dixie got up and left. Once they left Selina smiled.
“So will we be doing business with them?” Dixie asked.
“Oh yes,” Selina purred, “Purrfect to lure out a bat or
two without getting the boss involved. Maybe
we can convince your girlfriend to join us.”
“Is that really just like the one in the Czar’s
collection?”
“Oh yes,” Selina smiled like a cat that ate a canary, “It’s
too bad the one in Moscow is a fake.”
*
Mystique and Harley insisted on debriefing Bruce in his
bed room… and that meant debriefing him too!
“So the wire is carrying a contract for Bruce Wayne’s death,”
Mystique said as she ground her body into Bruce’s form and ran her hands up and
down his cock, “I don’t know who put out the hit, but it was put out by direct
message to the known assassins…”
Harley interrupted Mystique with a kiss. Bruce noticed that Mystique had taken the
form or a red haired Harley clone.
“So what do we do?” Harley asked.
“Bruce will need to be watched over by Batman of course,”
Bruce said calmly, “And we will deal with the assassins as they come.”
Batman’s phone rang.
Bruce picked it up and answered in Batman’s voice.
“Captain?” Batman asked, “Who? Are you sure?
Where are they now? What do you
know? I know the bus ruetes, I will get
my people looking for them. Who exactly
are we talking about? Black Mamba and
Asp? Nefertiti, Cleo and Sealy, Tanya
correct? I will get started on it. You should report to the manor right away,
there have been things happening in Gotham you should be… No! Don’t go after her…”
Bruce looked at the phone. Steven had hung up…
“Captain America is going after Catwoman,” Bruce said.
“So he is going to become Captain Cat now?” Harley asked,
“Or Americat?”
“What?” Mystique asked.
*
Selina noticed the man following them a half second
before Dixie did, but she had an idea…
“Next corner I am going in you keep walking,” Selina
kissed her human kitten on the cheek.
*
Steve recognized Selina Kyle aka Catwoman even in her disguise
as a blonde from the 1940’s. Steven
could tell based on the way she moved, her signature grace and her feline eyes. He followed from a distance he was in his
civies and had his gear in a backpack on his back. As they went, Selina ducked into an alley
while her pink haired friend kept walking.
Steve didn’t immediately bolt… He kept following the girl and would look
to see if an ambush was waiting for him when he got to the alley.
“You seem a lot nicer than the purse snatchers in this
city,” Selina said as he rounded the corner.
Steve looked at her. She was leaning against the
wall. Her wig was in her hand and her
purse was on her shoulder.
“What are you doing Miss Kyle?” Steve asked with authority.
“I am doing what any woman does in this district,” Selina
smiled coyly, “Shopping for a stone.”
“Shopping implies you are going to pay for what you take,”
Steve said.
“If I find what I am looking for,” Selina said, “Of
course when shopping you sometimes find things that you didn’t think you were
looking for until you see them…”
“What are you playing at?” Steve started looking for the
ambush.
“You are one of HIS friends aren’t you,” Selina said, “You
don’t look like a bat. You look…”
Selina trailed off and held up her free hand sideways to
block out Steve’s nose and eyes from view.
“You look Patriotic,” Selina smirked.
“What game is this?” Steve said.
“Guess the superhero, what else?” Selina chuckled.
“I am not in the mood for games,” Steve tried to sound intimidating.
“You have nothing on HIM honey,” Selina licked her lips, “And
I am immune to his charms too. Besides I
am not committing a crime so unless you have a warrant, I suggest you keep
following me until you do.”
As Selina turned to leave Steve rushed over and punched
the wall infront of her keeping her in the alley. Selina just smiled at him.
“Still not as charming as when he does Captain,” Selina
smirked, “But A for effort.”
Selina lean in and kissed Steve. Steve took a half step back and froze. The same pulsing energy from last night
started covering him and changing him.
*
“What?” Mystique retorted before shouting, “Are you
hearing this? She is insane!”
“Well DUHHHH!” Stephanie made a cross eyed face as she
retorted.
“Look,” Harley grabbed the white helmet and tossed it to
Mystique, “You remember me as White Night, Cool beans, on that screen we are
wanted criminals. I don’t remember you
being heroic because you got zapped after me, but you remember Egghead being
something aside from a shitburger…”
“Egghead is on our side too now?” Tim interrupted.
“Yes,” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Look are the update log on the helmet,” Harley said and
then pass it to the kids.
“Like a week and half ago,” Mystique noted before handing
it to the half Asian girl next to her.
Cassandra Cain looked at it and nodded before passing it
along.
“Same date Barbara patched our comms,” Stephanie noted.
“Guys, why are we huddled in here?” Barbara said as she
came in, “Why are we not out there looking for Dixie? Why is Harley here and who the hell is she?”
“Here we go again,” Harley rolled her eyes.
*
Selina purred. The
man came out of his trance. He was much
yummier now. Tall, broad shoulders,
muscles on muscles, black leather suit and jacket with a white rubber snap
front shirt… most importantly around his neck was a slave collar with a small
cat tag.
“Mistress Kyle,” the man said as he came too, “What
happened.”
“You just had an out of body experience,” Selina said, “Wallet?”
“Yes Mistress,” the blonde man handed over the small
folded bit of leather.
Selina pulled out the ID, Steven Rogers. He was handsome. His blonde beard was short and very well
trimmed. Selina snapped her fingers and
he leaned forward and nuzzled her face like a pet cat.
“Are you going to be a well behaved cat for Mistress?”
Selina purred.
“Yes Mistress,” Steve purred back.
“Lets get back to the lair,” Selina ordered.
*
Cleo got the door to the hotel. As so as they were done they would hit the
clubs looking for Bruce Wayne. Word was
he was a sleazy womanizer, so it shouldn’t be hard to get his attention and
bring him to them.
*
Selina wasn’t surprised that her new tomcat had an alcove
in her lair. He wasted no time in
changing into the black and grey tiger stripped rubber catsuit and went back to
Selina like an obedient pet. Selina ran
her hands over the grey stripes and could almost swear they were flag bars.
“On the bed Tomcat,” Selina ordered, “Mistress wants her
cream!”
Steve got on the bed like an obedient boy. Selina pulled off her skirt suit and revealed
the latex corset and garter belt underneath.
She wasted no time in removing Steve’s cod piece and get the condom
ready.
“Get nice and hard for mommy,” Selina purred before
mounting the erect flesh scratching post in front of her.