“This place is lame,” Asp muttered, “You said we go out
one night and we will run into Bruce Wayne.”
“This is supposed to be the hottest night club in Gotham,”
Black Mamba drank her rum and coke, “He should be here.”
“Oh honey, you came the wrong night to meet Bruce Wayne,”
the waitress said as she walked by, “If he does come by it will be right about
closing time.”
“What does that mean?” Asp asked.
The waitress pointed over Black Mamba’s shoulder. The pair of assassins looked back at a TV
with a shot of Bruce Wayne and a late teenage boy kissing a late teenage blonde
girl. Bruce went from looking at his
phone to looking up and then broke up the pair.
“He is at the game with his rescue orphans,” the waitress
said, “It will be at least four in the morning by the time he gets away from
the whole post game and get the kids to bed.”
*
“You know Mysti… Raven,” Tim leaned in and whispered, “You
are supposed to be Bruce, you should be leering at the ladies around us. That
is the Fop act.”
Mystique turned and gave Tim a spot on impression of
Bruce’s “death stare”.
*
“Well, well, well,” the spy looked in the breaks in the
blackout paint on the skylight, “So this is where you are slumming it
Selina. Well ‘Slumming’ doesn’t seem
like the right term. You got a posh set
up down here. Who is that? And Dixie? What is she doing here? Bruce is going to shit bricks when he finds
out his girlfriend is cheating on him with a man-hoe and his favorite daughter!”
*
“Who would have thought that a giant ass freezer would be
so god damned hot?” Harley complained from her perch in the rafters overlooking
the hockey game, “Bet you’re glad you raided Brucie’s winter wear down there,
Missy!”
“Focus!” Barbara chided Harley over the radio, “You are
there to look for people coming after Bruce Wayne, not to goof off all night.”
“Hay what do you think I am? An amateur?” Harley shot
back.
“Yes,” Cassandra’s soft voice boomed across the network
with sharp confidence.
“Focus people,” Batman’s command brought everyone back on
point.
*
The Skylight shattered and the grey and red figure came
sliding down a line.
“Oh Selina! I am
telling Bruce you have been cheating on him!”
“Jason?” Dixie screamed as she moved out of the way.
“What the fuck are you doing here Dixie?” Jason shouted
at the girl he thought was his adopted sister, “Bruce know you are fucking his
girlfriend?”
“News Flash!” Selina launched into an attack, “Things have
changed. Dixie is my understudy
now! And unless you are a part of my Pride,
you are not welcome in my sex dungeon!”
“I can see that,” Jason pushed back against her attacks, “Where
is Dixie?”
“Here!” the other latex vixen hissed behind him.
Jason felt the needle jam into his neck in the small gap
between his helmet and the armored collar around his neck.
*
Asp flopped back on the bed of their hotel room.
“That was a bust,” Black Mamba muttered, “Want to paint
the town red?”
“And risk a bat attack?” Asp asked.
“We knew we would have to deal with him when we took the
contract to take out Wayne,” Mamba shrugged her shoulders.
“Yeah,” Asp said, “When we kill Wayne, not long before we
have our shot.”
A ringing emanated from Asp’s purse.
“What?” Asp answered her phone, “Steve? You mean Captain America? No, we haven’t seen that ass in a while. We are no where near New York… Why would Cap
be following us? You told him didn’t
you! What the fuck!”
Asp hung up the phone.
“If Captain America knows we are here, then it is a good
chance the Bat does too!”
“Right Mamba!”
*
The cold water woke Jason. His helmet was missing. He was strung up to a frame and Selina was
standing in front of him. She had
changed. Now she was wearing a open neck
black rubber catsuit and a cat ear hair band.
“Obviously you haven’t spoken to Bruce in a while Jason,”
Selina said in a tut-tut manor, “You see I think something happened to the two
of us and he would have warned you.”
“Ok,” Jason rolled his eyes, “You have been smoking the
shit Riddler does haven’t you?”
“No,” Selina smiled seductively, “But I figure soon Eddy
will be playing for Brucie’s team. Just
like Dick is now my kitten Dixie.”
“Your brain is fried Selina!”
“How about this,” Selina folded her arms, “I kiss you and
either you become my kitten and we have wild and passionate sex… and if not, I’ll
still give you a blow job. Seem fair?”
“That last bit is tempting,” Jason started.
Steve and Dixie watched with bated breath knowing that
Batman’s rogue pupil was trying to liberate himself, but breathed a sigh of relief
when Selina grabbed the back of the young man’s head and pulled into him with a
deep and passionate French kiss. As she
backed off Jason Todd aka the Red Hood was frozen as dark pulses of energy
rippled across his form. The first
change Selina noted was that he was swiftly changing size and shape…
*
Raven had changed back to her Caucasian woman form and
stripped off Bruce’s wool clothing as soon as the Limo had gotten moving.
“FUCKING ITCHY DAMNED FUCKING AHHH WOOOL!” she was
clawing at herself.
“The pure grace and class of Mystique,” Steph noted in a
dead pan voice.
“You fuckers know I spend most of my life naked right?”
Raven shot back, “My skin is my clothes and I have heard all the nudity and
leather jokes already.”
“No I will not do that for you,” Steph turned to Tim.
“I figured You and Cass were going to steal my clothes
from now on,” Tim rolled his eyes.
There was a knock on the roof and the sun roof
opened. The white clad bat figure pulled
herself into the limo and hit the releases on her helmet. She yanked the helmet off and tossed it to
Tim.
“Hi-ya Junior, Stephie,” Harley smiled, “Give me a kiss
Brucie!”
Harley grabbed Mystique and kissed her.
“Here is your lesbo porn for the night Junior,” Stephanie
chuckled.
“I was hoping for Teen amateur,” Tim whispered to
Stephanie.
*
Selina licked her lips as the figure came back to
life. She was clearly no longer Jason,
long red hair with a black and white patch on her bangs, D cup tits, hour glass
figure. Her outfit was delectable, red
latex catsuit with grey stripes on her sides, arms and legs, red pistol belt
with holsters on each thigh, Red leather knee boots, a black leather collar
around the turtle neck of the catsuit. A
red Catmask framed the girl’s pretty blue eyes.
At her feet was a cat themed motorcycle helmet with catears built into
the body.
“Hello my kitten,” Selina purred, “What’s your name?”
“Jenifer Mistress,” the young woman swooned, “Jenifer
Todd.”
The pair kissed and Dixie came over to join them. Steve was left chained to the bed.