Black Cat VS Catwoman




Selina Kyle skitted back and forth through her chique skyrise apartment,
adding the final touches to her makeup while trying to locate the small
designer handbag that perfectly matched her dazzling evening gown. The
sometimes thief, sometimes heroine/villainess was running unreasonably,
borderline unfashionably, late for another in a seemingly endless parade of
high profile charity galas hosted by the Wayne Foundation; Feed the Children
or some such nonsense; in the end it was just another excuse for Gotham City's
rich and beautiful to gather and pat themselves on the back, applauding their
own misplaced sense of social awareness; a chance to smooze, drink free booze,
eat tiny, unfilling, h'dourves, and determine which vapid, stupidly wealthy,
man-about-town she would next take the opportunity to fleece of whatever
treasures or trinkets he was bragging about while trying to sneak a peak down
the front of her dress.

As she stood in front of the full length mirror, she took a moment to adjust
her ample breasts, which sat snuggly cradled in her tight, push-up underwire
bra; Selina was hanging lower than she would like lately, and begrudingly
accepted the need for the extra little boost offered by the lacey contraption.
Despite this, though, not many woman can claim to have aged as gracefully as
Selina; she was as beautiful now as she had been in her early career, and
still turned many a head; the slight signs of her age only helped to give her
character and hint at her practiced experience; something those vapid and
brainless young debutants couldn't compete with.

Perhaps she'd even the head of the event's host, Bruce Wayne. Selina relished
the chance to flirt, tease, and inevitably seduce the millionaire playboy; and
hopefully later that night his even sexier crimefighting persona; the Cat and
the Bat, together at last. She smiled at the reflection that greeted her in
the full length mirror, running her hands over her hips and up her curvacious
body approvingly, lingering over her pushed up and firm looking breasts, which
spilled over the edge of the tight gown slightly, emphasising their size and
pliancy, "Ooooooh, Kitten, you've still got it!" she purred, running her hands
down her long legs to adjusting the slit in her dress; she wanted just enough
curvy, toned, leg had to stick out to entice without screaming, 'I'm a whore',
like those other, well, whores would. Selina was nothing if not the epitamy of
class and breeding.

"What do you think, Isis? Is Mommy still sexy?" Selina playfully asked of her
black Kalico, who lazily yawned it's agreement from it's perch on the edge of
the sofa. She stepped into her favorite high heels; a slick black pair of
strap-ons whose sharp stilletto heels added at least three inches to her
already imposing height. Selina topped this all off with a final adjustment to
her long dark hair, which she had pinned up and held in place with an antique
pair of jade Chinese hair pins carved to look like two slim and slinky Siamese
cats; a favorite 'aquisition' of hers. She gave herself a final once over,
blowing a cheeky kiss to her reflected counterpart, before making her way to
the door.

Her mind was filled with fanciful daydreams of a night of passion with
Gotham's most eligable, and richest, bachelor, or his stoic counterpart, as
she didn't notice the warning hiss of her cat, Isis, as she threw open the
door to allow exit from the posh apartment, only she was savagely snapped back
to reality; her lustful daydream shattered like so much stained glass by the
hard impact of a fist with her unprepared gut; the air forced out of her
unwilling lungs as she staggered back into her home; unaware of what had hit
her. She regained focus only in time to see a gloved fist smash directly into
her delicate, thin, nose. Selina's heels slipped on the slickly polished tile
of the foyer as she lost her footing, falling gracelessly onto her shapely,
toned, ass. Her nose throbbed from the haymaker and sent painful pulses
through her face. Her eyes were watering as she blinked repeatly to regain her
focus; she could just barely make out the familiary shilouhette of her former
friendly rival and competition, the sultry Black Cat, standing in the arch of
her oak doorway.

Isis hissed and got her back up threateningly. Felicia responded with her own
catlike hiss; sending a shiver through the hostile beast, which scurried out
the door past her, frightened by this superior threat, saving it's own skin
and betraying her master.

Selina could only mentally curse her own carelessness; Felicia shouldn't have
been able to find her this easily; as she attempted to regain her footing, her
uncooperative heels scratching and skidding against the smooth tile; but was
met with an unforgiving knee to the chin from the unrelenting platinum blonde.
The blow slammed her mandible into her upper jaw, rattling her pearly white
teeth, and she could taste the blood begin to pooling in her mouth from the
loosened teeth. Felicia stood triumphantly over her downed foe, hands on her
wide, shapely, hips. Selina could almost feel the savage fury burning in the
blonde Goddess' eyes, and knew she'd have to do something, anything, to defend
herself quickly and turn this around, or she'd be in real trouble. Felicia
allowed her to get to claw her way up the wall, and watched as Selina stumbled
to her feet on unsteady legs, still dazed and confused from the initial blows.
Backing up to give Selina some space, Felicia slowly stalked her prey with
silent focus and determination. She was giving no quarter and betraying no
weakness; this was all business.

"F-fucking bitch. You dare attack me in my own home, like some kind of common
street thug? I'm going to kill you for this," Catwoman spat clumsily as she
backed away, propping herself up against the wall. Throwing herself off the
wall at her attacker, Selina lobbed a desperate, sloppy, looping punch, which
sailed lazily toward Felicia, only to be easily and dismissively swatted away.

"Nice try, you feeble, aging, cunt," Felicia spit out, returning the
aggressive gesture with a right hook of her own that connected soundly with
Selina's recently made up face. The singular punch was nearly enough to put
her out, but Felicia followed with a nasty combination, whipping her foot in a
straight kick to Catwoman's exposed ribs, nearly folded her in half, followed
in due course by a basic but effective left-right combo, rattling her head
painfully back and forth. Unable to keep balance in her high heels, Selina
again tumbled back tothe floor.

"Ugh..Shit, fuck!" she griped and moaned as she fell with a soft thud. Without
a chance to recover she sceamed painfully as she was hauled to her feet by her
long dark locks; taloned fingers entangling themselves in the brunette hair;
the jade hair piece clattering on the hard floor as her locks came undone.
Felicia kept her doubled over by her hair; like a jersyed hockey goon; and
alternatinfly rammed her knees into the brunette's head. Catwoman desperately
tried to claw at her attacker's wrists and arms in a futile attempt to free
herself, but without her clawed gloves, it was impossible to do any harm to
the Black Cat's leather sheaved arm.

Maintaining control, Felicia began to swing and whip her overwhelmed opponent
around by her now unkempt hair; jerking her head down then up, tugging and
tearing painfully at the roots; befire Felicia finally, mercifully, released
her firm grip and allowed the momentum to carry the brunette back to the
hallway mirror, shattering it, "Looks like you're having nothing but bad luck
today, deary," Felicia mocked playfully, as she grabbed Selina by her arm and
spun her further into the apartment, cruelly jerking her arm and almost
dislocating it. Moving faster than the brunette's addled brain could
comprehend, Felicia kicked straight out with her heeled boot, nailing her
directly in the belly button, driving the breath from her overmatched
opponents lungs.

Selina gasped raggedly, trying to recapture her breath, as she tumbled
clumsily back, tripping into a small, plush, armchair in her living room,
which promptly tipped over backwards, dumping her unto the floor. The back of
Selina's head hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud as she rolled out of the
chair. She groaned as she tried to turn over and crawl away, clawing at the
floor, her legs spasming and slipping against the smoothly polished hardwood,
trying to drive her forward, in an attempt to put some distance between her
and her attacker, allowing time to recover.

Selina managed to lift herself onto her hands and knees, clumsily making her
way toward the sanctity of her bedroom. Unfortunately, before she even got
close she felt strong, leather gloved hands grip her ankles and drag her back;
pulling her off her hands, causing her to fall jaw first onto the floor, again
rattling her jaw, and chipping a tooth. She felt Felicia unstrap and remove
one of her black heels, followed by a sharp, painful, blow to the head, before
everything began to faded to black, her eyes lazily closing, her last bit of
consciousness leaving her as Felicia stood menacingly overhead.

Selina's eyes fluttered open; she had no idea how much time had passed. Her
throbbing head was a painful reminder of what had transpired before she'd been
overtaken by the inky blackness of unconsciousness; she could feel her hair
sticky and matted with blood that trickled from a small gash had been opened
in the back of her head from where the sharp spike of the heel had struck her.
Her face felt puffy and swollen, she'd almost certainly be sporting a set of
racoon eyes in the morning. Her nose was still bleeding, her every exhale
sending a little sputter of blood running down her over her split lip and into
her mouth; there was a coppery taste of blood and phelgm. She coughed a bit,
splattering a fine spray of the viscous good onto her exposed chest. Selina
was sitting up, bent at the waist, her back supported by pillows. She tried to
move her hand to wipe the red tinged goo from her chest, only to meet with
immediate resistance; she was fastened to her own bedpost. She lazily turned
her head and brought her eyes into focus to see what it was that bound her.
Both her wrists had been lashed to the bedpost by her own bras; Selina failed
to see the humor in this.

"Well rise and shine, you busted old cunt," Selina's eyes widened in shocked
realization, the memories of who her assailant had been and the short brutal
fight came flooding back to her; the cold and calculating voice reminded her
that this ordeal was far from over. She slowly raised her head from where it
lazily drooled to witness her dominant foe, Felicia Hardy, standing
confidently and unmarked over her. Her platinum blonde assailant smiled
menacing, her plump red lips parting to reveal the flash of white teeth
underneath; like those of a Chesire Cat starring with malicious intent from
the shadows; as she stalked up to her helplessly bound and prostate brunette
victim, crawling cat-like across the large matress and sliding up Selina's
prone body, her expansive cleavage hugged tightly against her chest by the
skintight catsuit. Felicia grabbed Selina's once pretty face; her makeup was
smudged and her eyes and cheeks already bruising, her nose looked slightly
crooked; her fingers squeezing her cheeks firmly between strong, sharp,
fingers, giving her a 'kissy face' look as she compressed her cheeks together,
pushing out her plump, bloodied lips. Felicia's face held mere inches from
Selina's, and the broken Cat could feel the warmth of the blonde's hot breath
against her face; it smelt sweet, like milk and honey.

"Did you really think you'd get away with what you did to me? It's not hard to
figure out who you are; you're so incompetent you've been caught and booked
numerous times by the Bat; it's public knowledge now to anyone that can type
'Catwoman' into Google. I knew I couldn't trust you from the get-go, I just
didn't think you'd be so weak and desperate that you'd stoop to becoming the
helper monkey of that inflated red-headed bitch for a second time; it didn't
go well for you the first time, you stupid old hag. You've been a very naughty
kitty, Selina Kyle," Felicia hissed threateningly, slowly increasing the
tension of her grip, her sharp talons digging into Selina's soft cheeks.

"Get... the fuck out of my home. This is-is Breaking and Entering... Assault!
You're going to pay for this. You are d-" the brunette's words were cut short
by the impact of Felicia's hard fist with her soft, pliant, and vurnerable
stomach, before mocking her idle, useless threats, "That's rich; the
catburlgar threatening to call the police? Don't make me laugh. Are you
already going senile, Grandma?"

Felicia rose up on bended knee, and backfisted Catwoman across her already
badly abused face; blood flew from her lips in a spatter, staining the white
silk sheets that surrounded her. She returned her attention to Selina's
crumpled belly and began throwing piston like punches into Selina's exposed
and vurnerable womb. Every blow met it's mark with punishing efficiency;
pounding and softening Selina's once tight abs, leaving them tenderized like
so much raw meat. Her mouth hung open but nothing would come out. No scream,
no plead for mercy, not even a gasp of air. After no less than fifteen
punches, Selina couldn't stop herself from throwing up; a small amount of pink
tinged fluid spewed out of her mouth and onto her exposed chest.

"Awww, you're making a mess of your cheap tart dress. Aren't you a little old
to be dressing like this anyway? Act your age; no man wants to see these
sagging plastic sacks, you used up old spinster," Felica taunted playfully,
enjoying her one-sided domination of her Gotham City counterpart. She grabbed
the lowcut dress between Selina's barely contained, often admired breasts, and
in one swift motion ripped it down. The material shredded and split as the
overtaxed shoulder straps gave out, and instantly exposed Selina's chest.
Felicia grinned with michievious glee as she grabbed at her helpless enemy's
breasts with both strong black gloved hands. Selina's purple push-up bra
offered no protection against Felicia's grasping claws, as she roughly kneaded
and squeezed her senstive tits.

Selina arched her head back and cried out as Felicia dug her talons in, each
sharp nail drawing a trickle of blood. She closed her hands around her
bloodied bra and easily ripped it from Selina's helplessly slumped shoulders,
making sure to drag her sharp claws across her skin as she did. Selina's head
slumped loosely as she was forced to survey the damage done to her once
admirable breasts; there were little puncture holes and welts from which a
small amount of blood trailed down the arch and curve of her large red
streaked breasts, which sagged lower without the uplifting support of her
underwire bra. Her breasts were an upturned tear drop shape, slightly bottom
heavy and soft looking; gravity was starting to have an effect, however minor
it may be, and to be truthful, Selina has considered getting a breast lift to
preserve her vanity after having encountered Felicia and Mary Jane's
prodigious, envy envoking, chests.

"Look at those floppy old things, all soft and saggy; they could stand some
toughening up, don't you agree?" Felicia mused before she turned away from her
prostate victim and slinked over to Selina's nightstand. She opened the top
drawer daintily, looked back and winking at the bound brunette, and Catwoman's
fear grew ten fold as she realized what Felicia was extracting from the
drawer, 'How could she know? How could she know that's where I keep it?'
Selina thought desperately as she shook her head and moaned in protest,
watching helplessly as Felicia extracted her famous bullwhip from it's easily
accessible resting place. Felicia turned back to Selina, the weapon rolled up
in her hand, getting a feel for it. Making a spectacle of it, she allowed the
weapon unfurl to its full length. With a quick snap of her wrist, the leather
weapon snaked across the room, cracked the air as it snapped a picture frame
off the wall, cracking the glass before it even hit the floor; Felicia knew
what she was doing, and this amplified Selina's well founded concerns.

"Don't look so suprised. I've been practicing with one of these ever since
that night. You remember the one, right? The night you were going to whip me?
You crazy old bitch.... You were going to lash me with this fucking thing.
Well one good turn deserves another," Felicia cracked the whip again to
emphasis her point, this time shattering a porcelain lamp on the other side of
he bed. Selina knew what kind of damage the weapon could do to her exposed
breasts; she'd inflicted that damage on others before. She began crying
freely, snivelling and sniffling, tears and bloody snot running down her
swollen face as visions of her once beautiful and envious breasts scarred and
broken filled her minds eye.

"No, oh God, no! Please... I'll do anything. Oh fuck, please don't," Selina
begged, all pretense of confident defiance having disapated like smoke hanging
in the air. She was truly terrified of this. She had always been on the giving
end of the bullwhip, had seen it destroy victims, and did not relish the idea
of being on the other side.

"It wouldnt be fair of me not to whip you, would it? I mean, it was only the
in intervention of New York's Finest that stopped you last time, right?"
Felicia mused, running her hands up and down the length of the leather device
contemplatively, "Well... I supposed I'm not completely without mercy. I'll
tell ya what... answer a few questions and then do me a teeny-tiny favor;
whatever I ask, without question or hesitation; and maybe I won't lash your
sorry old bags the way you intended to lash my beautiful babies."

"Yes, anything!" Selina was visibly relieved. Felicia took a seat on the bed,
next to the bound helpless Catwoman. She set the whip on the bed beside
herself, on the edge of Selina's line of sight, as a reminder of what would
happen if she welshed on the deal, "I already have an idea how that lunatic
Mary Jane became an over inflated super-cunt. I don't think I'll ever forget
the bizarre shit that happened to me after you two buggered off, leaving me
lying there. What I do want to know is what she has planned now? Im sure she
couldn't shut up about her plans for when you two 'got rid of me'. So spill
it."

Composing herself somewhat, Selina began her confession, willingly spilling
her guts to her hate filled foe, "Well, it's not like she confided in me;
we're not exactly friends. She's a nutcase, completely obsessed with you. When
she came to me the first time, she just wanted you laid up so she could get
back together with that lanky spider guy, but I don't even think she cares
about that as much as she does showing you up, now. She just kept going on and
on about how she was better than you, and how you didn't deserve anything
you'd got, and that she'd expose what a selfish, evil, cunt you were to the
world, and on and on... Frankly, darling, it was a little tiresome; I just
wanted to put you in your place, but that loopy bitch has issues; she needs
serious help," Selina paused, gulping back a mouthful of blood and spit, "What
did you do to her?"

Felicia quietly considered her answer, before responding, "Enough. Also,
coming from you, isn't that a little like the pot calling the kettle black?
That's sad. But yeah I'll 'help' her alright. Continue," Felicia demanded
softly, her face pensive as she absorbed the information.

"She mentioned something about getting into the whole crimefighting thing,
making a name for herself," Selina paused to spit out some of the blood
pooling in her mouth, no longer caring about how she looked to Felicia, "Prove
to this guy that she can handle herself; that it's the only reason he bothered
with you in the first place, because there was always a barrier there, that he
was always worried about including her in that part of his life. She ranted
and raved about how if you were out of the picture, it'd be childs play
seducing him with this new body of hers, show him how much better and stronger
than you she was, and how perfect they were together, and how she wasn't
afraid of you anymore; that we'd put you in your place. She was a broken
record; always singing the same ol' song; you weren't so hot, your tits
weren't that great compared to hers, that you couldn't fight without using
cheap tricks. Petty schoolyard stuff. That's all I know, I swear," Selina
coughed a bit, looking at Felicia with hopeful eyes.

Felicia quietly thought on what had been said, before speaking again, "All
right. Good, I believe you. But now for that little favor. You are going to do
exactly as I say, word for word, or so help me, I will find you no matter
where you are, and finish what I started; and you know I can," Felicia cold
threated. Selina nodded her head in silent consent and listened intently, " I
want you to tell that loopy bitch that I'm done. Tell her I left the city in
fear, or some such bullshit, after what you two did. Understand? Also I don't
want to see or hear from you again, as in ever. The next time this Black Cat
crosses your path, it's going to be more than bad luck."

"Yes, fine, of course, anything. I'm finished with this shit. I'm sticking to
Gotham from now on," Selina swore, sighing in relief; she just might get
through this after all.

"You mean you're to OLD for this shit, don't you?" Felicia cruelly mocked,
grabbing a slightly sagging breast and jiggling it tauntingly, sending
jello-like ripples through her soft flesh, "Fine, you held up your part. I'm
not going to destroy those store bought tits with your little toy," Felicia
stated dismissively. Selina visibly relaxed, thinking she was in the clear.
Felicia chuckled to herself as she crawled back onto the bed, and loomed over
Selina. Slowly she began to unzip her costume, pulling the brass ring between
her breasts down, revealing the depth of her dark, menacing cleavage; her
massive and perfectly formed breasts surging forth, struggling to get free.

"What the fu-...what are you doing? You said you werent going to hurt me
anymore!" Selina protested, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of
Felicia's slow striptease.

"No, I said I wasnt going to whip you. I'm still not completely satisfied that
you know who the Top Cat around here is; you're the old school and I'm the new
hotness, Selina; your old, wrinkled ass should have retired after our first
fight. Now make sure you pass that message along to her exactly as I said,
when you wake up, or I'll find out..." Felicia threatened as her tits spilled
out, bouncing heavily on her chest. Selina's eyes went wide; she'd seen
Felicia's naked chest during their last encounter, and even battered and
bruised it'd been intimdating; she was envious of the younger beauties
flawless, perky and creamy, tits, but up this close she could see that her own
were obviously no match for the fit blonde Goddess' perfect rack, possibly
even in her prime.

Felicia slowly loomed closer to Selina, recognizing her that wonderstruck look
of the submissive acknowlegdement of her superiority in Selina's eyes; she
felt completely vindicated as the tall brunette thrashed and struggled against
her own bra's, which held firm and continued to restrain her. Felicia dug her
fingers into her captives dark hair and pulled her face firmly into her
waiting breasts, "Take a deep breath Kitty-Cat; I want you to last a little
while."

The helpless catburglar's eyes widened in abject terror as Felicia's breasts
engulfed her bruised and battered face; the soft, pliant flesh, warm and
inviting, molding around her face as Felicia pressed it firmly against her
imposing tit, cutting her off from oxygen. Her smashed nose and blood filled
mouth were already hampering her ability to breath, but now both airways were
completely smothered and blocked by by creamy titflesh. She struggled weakly,
trying to thrash her head free from Felicia's firm, uncompromising, grasp on
her matted hair, but her exertions only wasted precious breath, and she soon
felt lightheaded.

Felicia held Selina's broken and beaten face against her breast, moving her
head around with strong hands, snuggling her face deeper and more firmly into
her flesh, relishing the empowering feeling of dominance that flushed through
her breast. She could feel Selina's busted mouth desperately opening and
closing, sucking in a mouthful of her sensitive flesh, as she desperately
struggled to breath, her teeth gently nipping at her flesh sent erotic pulses
through her body. Felicia pressed her body forward, forcing Selina back
against her antique headboard; grinding her seeping vagina against the
prostate brunette's slender leg with need, as felt Selina's desperate
struggles fade as she weakened; the platinum Goddess was taking her breath
away as her breast spilled over and engulged Selina's once pretty face.

'Oh God, no...' Selina desperately thought to herself, 'Not like this!' There
was nothing more humiliating to her than to be smothered out by another
woman's breasts; to be forced to give into another woman's superior feminine
power and have your breath literally taken away; particularly when the breasts
doing the smothering are bigger, firmer, and sexier than your own; forceably
hammering in the acknowledgement of your own inferiority. It was the most
potent form of sexual humiliation Selina could envision; she should know,
she'd done this enough times herself to other uppity bitches that crossed her
path. These were Selina's last thoughts before everything slowly went dark for
the second time that night.

Selina was roused out of her deep, dreamless sleep by the mumur of voices. Her
eyes cracked open as she awoke, only to be blinded by a harsh light that shone
in her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly, blocking out the bright light that
crept past her slit eyes. She tried to move, but discovered she was still
bound. Slowly her eyes readjusted as she opened her eyes, looking around
through the narrowed slits of her eyes.

It was still night, but she now sprawled out on the flithy concrete of an
unfamiliar rooftop; the chilly night air having hardened her nipples. She was
no longer in her tattered and torn evening gown, but instead in a ripped and
threadbare costume. The light emanated from a large, powerful spotlight that
shone out the window and danced across the clouds. She turned toward the
murmuring voices to see who else was on the roof with her.

There stood the Black Cat and the Batman, discussing something she couldn't
make out in hushed tones. The fog in Selina's head was instantly dissapated as
she came to an awareness of what was happening here; Selina was intelligent
and cunning, and quick on the uptake, because this is exactly the kind of
thing she would have done. She watched helpessly as Felicia handed the Caped
Crusader the same Jade Cat statue she and Felicia had fought over in their
first encounter. Batman offered his hand to Felicia in a sign of gratitude and
respect, but she smiled mischeiviously, brushing past it and planting a
lingering kiss on his lips, crushing her large breasts insistantly against his
muscled chest. As she smooched with him she sent Selina a sideways glance to
ensure she was watching.

Felicia pulled away and bit her lower lip playfully. Batman, for his part,
stood grim and stoic as every, betraying no surprise; but to the observant eye
the sides of his lips where slightly upturned, betraying the hint of a self
satisfied smile. Batman was a grim and serious enemy of criminals, but his
alter ego was a rich and boisterous playboy; he had a weak spot for beautiful,
cat-themed, women. The slight crack in his usually unflinching exterior as
more hurtful to Selina than anything else that had happened to her that night;
it'd taken her years to melt his icy exterior and get him to open up to her,
even slightly, and Felicia accomplished it in one bold move. She watched as
Felicia held up her hand at her and waved goodbye, gracefully rolling her
fingers like a wave crashing into the beach, as she made her way to the open
balcony, "Ciao, darling! Don't forget what I told you, and do try to
straighten up your act, dear! You're too old to be playing games like this!"
She took a few strides, picking up speed, and jumped off the side of the
building, a small grappling hook shotting form the top of her hand toward the
building across the street, before deftly swinging away with the practiced
ease of a professional acrobat. Batman silently slid across the floor,
approaching Selina, his cape barely fluttering, as she shook his head in
disappointment. He flipped the switch on the portable Batsignal to turn it
off.

"Selina," he began in his deep, gruff voice; his voice had always reminded her
of how her father sounded when she'd done something naughty; never mad, just
disappointed, "You promised me you had reformed; given up this
self-destructive life of crime. How can I ever trust you when you keep pulling
stunts like this?" He admonished her, his voice dripping with forlorn
disappointment.

"B-But I didn't! She stole that!" She protested, desperate for Batman to
believe her; believe IN her.

"So the Black Cat came all the way from New York to Gotham just to plant a
priceless Jade Cat stolen from the Gotham Museum of Culture and History;
which, incidentally is covered in your fingerprints; and trashed you, only to
turn it AND you in?" He asked skeptically.

"Yes! S-She did! I was there!" Selina's normally sultry and confident voice
cracked as tears filled her eyes and rolled down her hot cheeks, her mascare
running as well, leaving unattractive black trails. She knew this was a
forgone conclusion. She had decieved Batman plenty in the past, and always
recieved the benefit of the doubt, only to inevitably betray him again; she
knew he'd never believe her now. The sad thing was that she had made the
effort to go straight, and that she actually was telling the truth this time,
which hurt even more.

"So you admit you were at the scene of the crime? I'm sorry Selina, but I
can't let you walk away this time. Commissioner Gordon's job has been on the
line ever since this was stolen last year. You'll have your day in court, but
I suggest you get a good lawyer; the evidence is overwhelming. Your apartment
is filled with stolen heirlooms and artifacts, all tracing back to other
crimes in and around Gotham within the last few months. I am truly
disappointed in you," he sighed grimly, his usual stone-faced scowl melting
into a genuine frown of disappointment.

Selina sobbed as Batman cut her loose from her bonds and draped his cape over
her partially naked, battered and bruised body. He gently hoisted her up in
his strong arms, craddling her against his chest as he carried her to the
stairwell, "This is so fucking not fair," she cried and snivelled like a child
that had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, pulling herself closer
to Batman's strong chest, trying to get what little comfort she could now, as
he slowly carried her into the building below them, which happened be the
Station House of the Gotham PD.

Felicia had nailed her older counterpart dead to rights; Catwoman had become
sloppy and complacent, having left a trail of evidence that the Black Cat
could easily exploit. There was no easy way out for Selina this time; she was
screwed quite competently by Felicia, and though she entertained thoughts of
betraying Felicia to Mary Jane; of warning the red-headed bimbo that had
gotten her into this mess in the first place; she dared not.

If this was Felicia being 'merciful', she feared of what Felicia could do to
her if she was really wanted to destroy her.

END