Crossing the Divide – part 1
There is a place that sits between and
separate from the dimensions that are known of.
It is a place that is spoken of in whispers amongst the higher
intellects of the multiverse, mainly because they know it not as a place of
refuge, but as a prison that holds only the most dangerous of prisoners. It is not the fabled Phantom Zone of
Kryptonian fame, nor is it the area known to some as the Speed Force.
Indeed, it has no real name to speak
of, but from this place one pair of eyes has been watching two of the known
dimensions in particular. The owner of
this pair of eyes has a plan, a plan for escape, but to do so requires a
certain set of circumstances to take place - and for certain people to be moved
into places they have never experienced before.
Fortunately, they have agents to work
for them, and those agents have laid plans that are about to come to
fruition...
Earth-616, New York City
As she
stepped out of Avengers Tower, Carol Danvers looked up and down the street and
adjusted the large brown shoulder bag she was carrying. It had been some time since she had enjoyed
some down time, and as her blonde hair blew in the slight breeze she turned and
started to walk downtown, humming quietly to herself as she did so.
As the
heroine known to the world as Ms Marvel, she was most normally seen in her blue
and red outfit, with thigh high boots encasing her legs, but today in her cream
coloured trouser suit and white jumper she looked like any other woman walking
down the street, not attracting attention from anyone.
Carol liked
the anonymity - after a lifetime trying to live up to her father, and then
serving as a super heroine with pride and distinction, she had come to
appreciate these small moments of peace, quiet and tranquillity. They were all too rare - and as she heard the
scream from the alleyway she was walking past, Carol realised this was not
going to be one of those moments.
She ran into
the alley, preparing to change, but as her street clothes were replaced by the
uniform and identity the world knew her for she was enveloped in a bright
light, and the alleyway disappeared from sight - replaced by a bright light.
“What the...”
was all Ms Marvel said as she disappeared from sight, the light fading to
reveal a second young woman standing there.
She was wearing a white short sleeved dress, trimmed in gold with a
flowing cape and a gold lightning bolt down her front, and gold knee length
boots.
“...am! What the?” was all she said before she was
hit by a bolt of lightning from nowhere, that seemed to change her completely
as it rendered her unconscious.
New Earth - Fawcett City
“Where is
that brother of mine?”
Mary Batson
was standing on the corner of Binder and Ordway, tapping her foot impatiently
as she looked at her watch. Earlier that
morning, she had arranged to meet Billy for lunch, but the time had been over
an hour ago, and there was still no sign of him. Mary was wearing a pair of old blue jeans and
a blue long sleeved blouse, the legs of the jeans tucked into short black boots.
Looking at
her watch again, she shook her head, her shoulder length brown hair moving with
her as she caught a glimpse of the woman walking down the other side of the
street. She was a stunningly beautiful
woman, and was wearing a Grecian style short skirt that hugged her slim body,
her blonde hair arranged in tight ringlets around her head.
“Beautia?” Mary said to herself as the woman strode down
the street, the heels of her shoes clicking on the sidewalk. “What on earth is she doing out here?”
She walked
after her on the opposite side of the road, watching her carefully as she
entered the branch of the First American bank, and then crossing over to watch
through the window. As she watched the
beauty talking to a bank teller, she heard a crash from the alleyway at the
side of the building, and walked round to investigate.
Her eyes
widened as she saw a machine being used to dismantle the wall, controlled by a
girl who was not much older than Mary. She
had straight black hair held back by a white band, and was wearing a white lab
coat over dark trousers.
“Georgia
Sivana!!”
The girl
turned and looked at Mary through large bottle top glasses. “Oh goodie - a Marvel brat of my very own,”
she said with a laugh, as she turned and pointed a gun at Mary.
The young
woman ran forward, calling out as she did so “SHAZ....” Even as she did so, however, and her grab
changed to a white and gold dress, a white light enveloped her and took her by
surprise.
Georgia could
see the look of surprise in Mary Marvel’s eyes as she faded from sight, to be
replaced by someone totally different.
This woman was taller, and had long blonde hair that flowed over the
shoulder of what seemed to be a black swimsuit with a gold lightning bolt on
the front. She had a red sash tied round
her waist, wore black long gloves and a pair of thigh high black tight leather
boots. Her outfit was completed by a
black domino mask.
The stranger
looked round her, completely taken aback, so as Georgia fired the gun at her
the surprise was enough to knock her unconscious.
“Now who are
you,” Georgia said as she looked at the unconscious woman. Taking out a cell phone, she dialled a number
and said “Father? I need some help...”
Earth-616, New York City.
“mmmmm
whppnd?”
Mary slowly
opened her eyes to find herself lying on a mattress, in a dimly lit room. She tried moving her arms, only to realise
that she was unable to - and more to the point, she did not seem to be able to
talk properly. There was something
pressing her tongue down to the floor of her mouth, and there was a pulling
sensation at the front of her face.
She calmed
herself down, allowing herself to fully awaken before taking stock of the
situation. The room was stone lined, and
lit by natural light coming through some small windows set high up. A cellar of some kind, then.
Looking to
her side, she saw that her arms were spread apart above her head, and a further
glance helped her to see the ropes tied around her wrist and to the poles at
the top of the bed. Lifting her head
slightly, she could see her legs were also spread, and she silently thanked the
gods that whatever had happened had changed her back to her street clothes.
“All right -
I’m in a cellar, and I’m tied to a bed,” she thought to herself, as she tried
moving her chin round. “I’d put good
odds on there been a cloth in my mouth and tape over it then,” she thought to
herself, “some things get very tiring very quickly.”
“Ulrt?”
Mary turned
her head again, as she realised she was not alone in the room. There was a chair in the dimly lit corner,
and she could see sitting in it a tall, thin girl who was lashed to the seat with
yards of rope around her body and legs.
Her black leather boots squeaked as she tried to move them, and there
was a pad of white tape over her mouth.
She had large
blue eyes, that looked back at Mary from the fringe of her long red hair. “Mmrrjnwtsn,” she mumbled, “hhrru?”
New Earth - Fawcett City
Carol slowly
opened her eyes to find herself strapped down to a laboratory table. Her wrists were pinioned down with leather
straps, as were her ankles, and a bit gag was in her mouth.
“Welcome,
stranger,” a high pitched male voice said “to the laboratory of Dr Thaddeus
Sivana. I trust your stay will be an
unpleasant one...”
Carol closed
her eyes. As soon as she was awake, this
small, bald, bespectacled man was toast - and then she had a few questions to
ask him.
The man who
called himself Dr Sivana didn’t see, or didn’t care about, the expression on
Carol’s face, as he turned to a small trolley near the table and worked through
the instruments. As Carol slowly opened
her eyes, she started to pull at the straps holding her down, smiling as she
saw the metal fixings slowly give way.
“Now, my
dear, you’re going to...” Before he had
a chance to do anything else, the wall burst inwards, and Carol saw a tall,
well built man standing there is an orange suit, a lightning bolt down the
front as he stood with his fists on his waist.
“Oh great,”
Dr Sivana said as he rolled his eyes, “I can’t go through just one day without
you showing up?”
“Oh come on,
Sivana,” he said in a big deep voice, “You know I’ll always be there. Now what are you up to - and who is this you
have captive?”
“This? Oh she just dropped out of the sky.”
The man
smiled again and walked in, picking up Sivana as he said “Tell me the truth -
where did she come from?”
“He is
telling the truth,” Carol said as she stood up, “and where am I anyway? And who are you?”
“This is
Fawcett City,” the man in red said as he looked at her, “and I thought the
beauty pageant was on the other side of town.
As for me - I am Captain Marvel.”
Carol looked
at him for a few minutes, both the Captain and Sivana wondering what was
happening as she started laughing out loud.
From his place of observation, he
could tell that his servants had made the first exchange. It made sense for two of the ones known as
Marvels to swap places - and better from these dimensions than some others.
He looked elsewhere, at the three
flying through the air over their version of Utopia, and smiled to
himself. They would have been too much
of a handful.
Now, for the next exchange...
Earth-616, Westchester County
“Ms Munroe?”
Ororo Munroe
turned and looked at the young man sitting in the front of the class, his pink
Mohawk flopping to one side.
“Yes,
Quentin,” she said with a smile. Her
snow white hair was pulled back from her dark skinned face, and she was wearing
a white blouse, a long leather skirt and flat boots.
“How much
longer have we got for the test,” the boy said, “because I’m bored.”
Before she
had a chance to answer the question, a bell rang, and the class of students
filed out of the wood panelled room, passing a young dark haired woman as they
did so. “Quentin?”
Ororo
nodded. “Yes, Kitty - Quentin. I think I need to distress from today’s
classes.”
Kitty Pryde
nodded in agreement. “The Danger Room is
free until Logan needs it at 3. I’ll
take you class at 2.”
“Thank you,”
Ororo said, “but I feel I need to take a longer, more open break” as she walked
from the room, Kitty smiling as she headed for her room on the upper floors of
the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning.
Safe in her
room, she stripped from her clothes and joined a black bodysuit, fastening a
white sash round her waist with gold clasps at the side. The suit had no arms, but a gold border at
the top and a large badge between the tops of her breasts.
She then fastened
a black cape to her shoulders, donned a black headdress and allowed her hair to
fall freely, then opened the large bay windows that opened over the
grounds. Taking a deep breath, she
allowed herself to rise into the air, and become again the Beautiful Windrider,
the High Priestess, or as others knew her, Storm.
She rode the
air currents over the countryside and the nearby town of Westchester, enjoying
the warmth of the sun on her body and the feel of the wind as it flowed past
her. Here she was one with nature, and
able to calm herself, to reconnect herself, to...
The blast
took her completely by surprise, as she felt the electric shock coursing
through her body. She barely managed to
stop herself from plummeting to the ground, using the currents to allow her to
land on her feet in the deserted park, looking round as she did so.
“Who dares
attack me,” she called out, but there was no reply. Instead, she heard a thud, and then realised
too late that some sort of material had been fired at her, the sheet expanding
and wrapping itself round her as it hit her back.
“No,” she
whispered, but as the material started to close over her a strange white light
enveloped her body, the white blasting out as the sheet finally closed over the
body.
“Did it
work?” One of the two masked men said as
they walked over to the black body shape.
“She’s
shrunk, so I guess it did what it was meant to.
Come on - she needs to join the others.”
New Earth - Washington DC
Eve Arden
left the offices of the CBI, shaking her head at what had just happened. The debriefing of her last mission had been a
particular brutal one, and she knew why - the whole mission had, in the words
of Sarge Steel, “hit the spinning object with remarkable force.”
Her blonde
hair flowed behind her in the strong wind blowing in from the Potomac as she
walked towards her car, just wanting to get back to her apartment, soak in a
hot bath and put the day behind her. So
when she finally got to her apartment complex, and threw her keys on the table
by the door, the last thing she needed to hear was the buzzing from a communicator
in her handbag.
“Bobo,” she
said as she opened the device and put it to her ear, “I have had an incredibly
bad day, so this had better be of monumental importance.”
“I wouldn’t
call you if it wasn’t toots,” a strange sounding voice said over the device,
“Rory and I are on our way over - we’ll be with you in ten. Be ready - we need you.”
“Wonderful,”
Eve said as she put the device down, “never a dull moment in my life at the
moment.” Making her way to her bedroom,
she opened her closet and pressed a hidden button, removing the costume that
was hiding behind the panel that slid back.
Ten minutes
later, she was standing looking at herself in the mirror. The outfit consisted of a dark blue dress
with sleeves that came to just above her elbow and a skirt that reached to just
above her knees. There was a lighter
blue stripe around the hem of the skirt and her sleeves, while a dark blue
girdle and collar completed the design.
She was also wearing a pair of short, flat soled lack boots and gloves
that covered her hands and lower arms.
“Here we go
again,” eve sighed as she closed her eyes and concentrated, a black cloud
completely covering her as she stood there.
When it cleared, her hair had turned from blonde to the darkest black,
and her skin had taken on a chalky white complexion.
Picking up a
black eye mask, Eve fixed it over her face, completing her transformation from
Eve Arden to the mysterious heroine known only as Nightshade. “Well, if I’m going to spending a night on
the town with an ape and a raggedy man,” she said to herself as she heard a
noise behind her, and turned round.
She barely
had time to do a construct before the white light enveloped her, and she saw
her room fade from sight, only to be replaced by a glimpse of an open park
before darkness enclosed her. The shock
of her transfer took her by surprise, before she passed out, as she felt
herself being lifted up...
“And I’m
telling you, Rag, that she’s just completely disappeared off the map. Not even tall, dark and spooky can find her.”
“Which is why
he called in the Shadowpact,” Ragman said as he and Detective Chimp landed on
the balcony of Eve’s apartment. Opening
the windows, he looked in and said “Eve?”
Nightshade
was not there - but there was someone lying on the floor, dressed in a black
bodysuit. Her body was enclosed and
mummified with band after band of tape, and a band of tape encircled her mouth,
trapping her long white hair against the back of her neck.
For her part,
Ororo looked at the new arrivals. She
had only just come to, and found herself in this state, but these were not what
she was expecting. One was a tall man,
wearing a hooded cloak and an outfit that covered his entire body, that seemed
to be made of rags.
The other was
- well, a chimpanzee, wearing a deer stalker, who looked at her and said “Well,
toots, you’re not who we were expecting.
Now, where’s Nightshade?”
Earth-616, New York City
“Hey - got
you some company.”
Mary and the
red headed girl looked to the door as it opened, and the two balaclava masked
men carried in a third woman. She had
her hands behind her back, and bands of rope around her shoulders, stomach,
waist, legs and ankles, holding her dark blue and black outfit as firmly as her
limbs were. A band of black tape was
also wrapped round her mouth, as they sat her on the cellar floor.
As they left,
locking the door behind them, the new arrival stirred and opened her eyes,
looking round as she did so and then focusing on Mary as she struggled on the
bed.
“Mreee?”
“Ntshd? Sthtru?”
He allowed himself a low chuckle as he
watched the events unfold. On one world, the right ladies were being gathered
and held in the right place, while on another the seeds of confusion were
spreading nicely. It was time for the
third exchange - and this one was going to really make the ones he wanted out
of the way wonder what was happening...
New Earth
“I do not
know who this Nightshade you speak of is,” Ororo said as Bobo removed the tape
from around her mouth, “I am called Storm.
Can you tell me where I am?”
“Washington,
doll,” Bobo said, “but something tells me you are not from around these
parts. The guy in the rags is Ragman,
and I’m Bobo - how about we help you out of this tape and you tell us what
happened?”
Ororo nodded
and waited as the chimp cut through her bonds with some scissors, before
stretching herself out. “Thank you,” she
finally said, “I have long conquered my fear of confined spaces, but
sometimes... But the last thing I
remember is being shot down in the skies over my home in New York. Why am I in Washington - and why have I never
heard of you?”
“Both really
good questions,” Ragman said, “and you are not the first person to ask them
today. Tell me, do you know anyone by
the name of Carol Danvers?”
Ororo turned
sharply as she heard him speak. “Yes, I
know of Carol. Why do you ask?”
“Because
before today,” Bobo said as he tipped his deerstalker back, “None of us
had. If you’re ready, we want to
introduce you to a friend of ours - Carol is with him. We need to fly.”
“Not a
problem,” Ororo said as she walked to the open balcony, spread her arms and
took to the air. “Great,” Ragman said as
he looked up, “We have to use a magic amulet, and she can do it herself.”
“Something
tells me we should not get her angry,” Bobo said as they both clasped the
amulets they were wearing, and joined Ororo in the sky. “Second star on the right and straight on to
morning Doll,” Bobo said as they joined her.
“Call me Doll
again and you will regret it,” Ororo said as she looked at the strange
pair. “And why are you quoting Barrie?”
“Best way to
explain where we’re going,” Bobo said, “Follow us...”
Earth-616
Nightshade
paused for a moment, taking in her surroundings and the two women in front of
her. The redhead was a stranger, but
Mary Batson was an old friend - and where was she anyway? The last thing she had felt was the light,
then she woke up inside a black bag, tightly bound and gagged.
Now that they
were alone, however, she closed her eyes, allowing her mind to clear fully
before concentrating on her hands. As
she did so, a black mist appeared and coalesced in her palm, until it looked as
if there was an obsidian knife held firmly in her grasp.
She began to
saw the edge against her wrist bonds, the others watching as she did so. Slowly, carefully, she kept working on the
ropes, until giving out a satisfied grunt as they finally parted.
She then
worked her arms round and started to saw at the ropes around her upper body,
Mary and the other woman watching as she managed to free herself, and then tear
the band of black tape from her mouth, a white cloth falling out as she did so.
“I don’t even
want to ask what’s happening here,” she said as she looked at the other two,
“but I’ll have you free in a moment.”
She quickly cut away the ropes around her legs, then stood up and
started to free the redhead.
“Hwthbbttm,”
Mary protested as Nightshade cut through the ropes.
“No offence,
Mary, but you I know,” the pale skinned woman said as she helped the third
woman to stand. “Her I needed to free
first.” Turning her attention to Mary,
she soon had her freed, allowing the young girl to stand up as she pulled the
gag from her mouth.
“Thanks,”
Mary said, before she called out “SHAZAM!”
“What is
that,” the redheaded young woman said, “some sort of war cry?”
Mary looked
at the other two, before saying “We’re not in Kansas anymore, are we?”
“I don’t even
think we’re on our world anymore,” Nightshade as she looked at Mary. “Forgive us, but where are we and what’s your
name?”
“We’re in New
York City - I think,” the redhead said as she rubbed her wrists, “and my name
is Mary as well - Mary Jane Parker.”
New Earth, Metropolis
“Get a move
on Smallville, or we’ll be late for the speech!”
Lois Lane
Kent stood impatiently at the office door, tapping her foot as she watched her
husband searching through the drawer of his desk. She was wearing a white camisole top, and a
cream coloured jacket and skirt outfit. The
jacket had short sleeves, while the skirt came half way down her thighs, the
slit at the side allowing a glimpse of the top of her well polished burgundy
leather knee length boots.
“FOUND IT!”
Clark eventually said as he pulled a small tape recorder from the bottom of the
drawer. “I don’t trust this modern
technology for the job.”
“You can hear
a pin drop at the bottom of the Marina Trench, and you need an old tape
recorder?”
“Old habits
die hard,” Clark said as he pulled down his blue suit jacket, and walked
towards the waiting lift with Lois, a few steps behind. As the lift doors closed, Lois turned to him
and said “No major disasters that need concern you for the next hour.”
Clark closed
his eyes, then said “Not that I know of - apparently the Shadowpact are a
little upset about something, but I’m sure they can handle it.”
“Good - last
thing I want is you getting mixed up in Magic,” Lois said as she kissed
him. “you know how that makes you feel.”
Clark smiled
as they stepped out of the lobby into the street and tried to hail a taxi -
only to be startled by the sound of gunshots as two masked and armed men ran in
front of them.
“Keep back,”
one of them said as they grabbed Lois and held a gun to her head, “or I’ll blow
her brains out.”
“All right,
all right,” Clark said as he raised his hands, “just don’t hurt my wife.” He watched as one of the men pulled the
driver out of the cab, and then got behind the wheel, while the second one
opened the passenger door and pushed Lois in, saying “Get your face down,” as
he slammed the door behind himself.
Clark watched as the car drove off at high speed, and then dashed back
into the building.
“Hey - that
hurts,” Lois called out as she felt the thin plastic zip tie bite into her skin
as it was used to pull her wrists together.
“Ah put a
sock in it,” her captor said as he pushed a wad of cloth into her mouth, then
said “Get us out of here before some supergeek shows up.” He looked through Lois’ bag, shouting out
“Hey we got a celebrity,” before he looked at Lois.
Only it
wasn’t Lois. It was instead a red headed
woman, dressed in a blue jumper, jeans and black leather boots, who was staring
back at him.
“What the...”
was all he said before the taxi was brought to a halt, and he looked out of the
windscreen at the red and blue garbed man standing there...
Earth-616
“Mary Jane
Parker,” Mary Batson said slowly, “You’re not related to a guy called Peter
Parker, are you?”
“He’s my
husband,” Mary Jane said as she looked round the cellar, “and hopefully, he’s
looking for me right now. Why?”
“I’ve met
him,” Mary said, causing both Nightshade and Mary Jane to look at her. “Well, actually, my other self has met him,”
she tried to explain, “In another pl...”
“You mean
another Earth,” Mary Jane said as she sat on the bed. “Let me guess - you’re from the one with the
big guy in the blue suit and the Dark Knight?”
“That’s
correct,” Nightshade said, “but then where are we?”
“A different
Earth - with a completely different set of heroes and heroines,” Mary said as
she looked at Nightshade. “If we’re
going to get out of this, we need to find someone who knows about these things
- or hope Billy is aware of what is happening.”
“Well, if I
know Billy and my teammates, they’re probably trying to work out what’s
happened, so don’t worry, Mary Jane, we’ll...”
The two women
turned to see a dark haired woman staring at them, her cream jacket stretched
back by whatever was holding her wrists behind her back. she spat the cloth out of her mouth, looked
at both of them and said “I told Clark, please let this be a day without
Magic...”
New Earth - The Rock of Eternity
The torch
light burned brightly as Ororo, and her two guides, walked down the stone
passage.
“What did you
say this place was called,” she whispered as they did so, “It feels as if there
is old magic here.”
“The oldest,
Do... Storm,” Ragman said as they entered a large chamber, at one end of which
a man and woman were talking. As they
came closer, the man looked up and said “Welcome, your majesty. I am Captain Marvel.”
“Ororo?” Carol ran forward and embraced her friend,
saying “Do you have any idea what is going on?”
“None
whatsoever, but I presume we are on another Earth - the one with Superman and
the others?”
“You are,”
Captain Marvel said as he walked down from the stone seat. “Forgive the welcome, but it appears my
sister is missing.”
“So is
Nightshade, Big Cheese,” Bobo said as he leaned against the wall. “We went to her apartment, and this lovely
lady was there.”
“so someone
is doing a trans-dimensional exchange,” Captain Marvel said, “but why?”
“I have no
idea,” a booming voice said, “but whoever it is has my wife.”
“Superman,
welcome,” Captain Marvel said, “and you are?”
“Mary Jane?”
“Carol? Ororo?
What the hell is going on?”
It amused him to see the confusion
that was present in the faces of both sets of captives, but what amused him
still more was the feeling that that confusion would only be set to increase.
In order for that to happen, however,
more players would need to be brought into the game. The three pairings so far were intriguing -
even if they did not realise there was a connection. Now for the fourth...
Earth-616, New York City
From the
vantage point on the spire of the cathedral, she looked out over the cityscape,
wondering what her next move should be.
The cool wind ruffled the white fur lined collar of her catsuit, as well
as the tops of her short boots, but she did not feel the chill in the air.
“Felicia.”
She turned
and looked at the man hanging upside down beside her, the red mask covering his
head and face.
“Nice night
for it,” the Black Cat said as she looked at Spiderman, smiling as her white
hair blew in the breeze. “So what can I
do for you - it sounded urgent.”
“It is,” her
friend said as he let go of the webbing he was holding onto, twisting and
landing next to her. “Mary Jane has gone
missing.”
“Again?”
Spiderman
looked at her, and then said “All right, all right - but I mean it. She’s
disappeared - in fact nobody can even sense her?”
“Nobody?”
“Logan’s out
searching, and Stephen is casting some spells, but a few minutes ago, I got the
feeling she had just - gone.”
“It’s
happened before, Pete - she’ll come back, don’t worry.”
“She’s my
wife - comes with the vows,” he said as he looked at her. “Can you see what your contacts say?”
“I’ll ask
around,” Felicia said as she stood up and stretched. “If I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”
“Thanks,”
Spiderman said as he fired a web at a nearby building, and swung into the night
air. Felicia started to make her way along
the cityscape, leaping from building to building, the form fitting bodysuit
moving as if it was her own skin, until she landed on the ceiling of a
brownstone.
“I like
Petey, but I still have to earn my keep,” she said to herself as she lowered
herself onto the balcony of the top floor, using her claw in her glove to cut a
circle in the glass. Pushing the glass
in, she reached through and unfastened the window clasp, slipping on and
passing through the hanging thin curtains.
“Gotcha!”
Felicia had
no time to respond, before the lights came on, blinding her as the cuffs were
fastened around her wrist behind her back.
She realised her predicament as the four armed policemen stood in front
of her, staring at her with their guns raised.
The detective
walked round and looked at her, Felicia’s blue eyes staring at him through her
black diamond mask. “So this is the
Black Cat,” he finally said, “Take her to the squad car.”
“Well, you
can’t win them all,” she said with a sigh as she was led away, wondering how
long she would have to wait before she got out of this. She was pushed into the back of the car,
offering no resistance as the two uniformed officers got in the front and drove
off.
As she sat
back, Felicia started to count down as she fiddled with the lock on the
cuffs. “Ten... Nine... Eight...”
“Quiet in the
back,” the officer said, before the car screeched to a halt. “What the hell...” his colleague said as he
was blinded by a bright light for a moment, and then they both looked round.
New Earth, Gotham City
The Robinson
Museum was in near darkness as the skylight opened, and the lithe figure
dropped to the floor. She looked round,
satisfied the guards were elsewhere, and walked over to the main display cases
in the Khadakkian exhibit.
“There you
are,” she purred as she looked at the emerald cat figures, and slowly reached
for a glass cutter.
“You know I
cannot allow that, Selina.”
She looked up
and saw him there, dark as always, standing tall and strong and brooding.
“No, I
suppose you cannot,” she said as she stood back. Batman took a moment to look at her again, in
her black leather catsuit, the front pulled slightly down to expose the top of
her chest. Her black hair was covered by
the usual leather hood, with her goggles covering her eyes, but he always
recognised her. “Still, if I told you I
was here on a mission from Oracle, would you believe me?”
“Possibly,”
Batman said with a smile, “if it wasn’t for the fact I know you’re not. Now, shall we dance or will you come
quietly?”
“Spoilsport,”
Catwoman said as she stepped back, and then walked over, her hips moving like a
snake as she stroked her gloved hand over Batman’s chin. “But you know how much I like to play the
game, my dark knight.”
Her smile
grew as she threw her knee into his abdomen, and then sprinted off, hearing his
footsteps behind her. She jumped for the
bottom of the upper gallery, only to land with a soft “Ooof” as a length of
leather cord wrapped round her ankles as the batarang spun round.
“Why do you
always insist on running, Selina,” Batman said as he walked up to her, as she
sat herself up.
“It’s all
part of the game,” Catwoman said with a smile as she held her wrists out. Batman reached for something from his utility
belt, then stared at his sometime foe as a bright light enveloped her.
“What
the....” she said as she disappeared from view, to be replaced by another woman
in a black catsuit. This was not Selina
- she stood a foot taller, with long white hair, and white fur around the cuffs
of her boots and gloves as well as the front of her outfit.
“Seven... Si...”
She stopped counting and looked round, then up at the masked man
standing over her. “Hmmm - I’m guessing
you don’t know me,” she finally said as she looked up at him.
“Reasonable
guess - mind telling me who you are, and why you have your wrists cuffed behind
you?”
“Hmmm - oh
you know how it is. Go to a costume
party and...”
“Batman, can
you hear me?”
Felicia
mouthed “Oh sh...” as Batman said “I am a little busy at the moment. What is it?”
“Just one
question - has something unusual just happened?”
Batman looked
at Felicity, and then said “You could say that.”
“Meet us at
the Justice Hall - and bring your visitor with you. Superman out.”
“You’d better
come with me,” Batman said as he helped Felicity to stand, “something seems to
have happened.”
“No
sh... Sorry, sure,” Felicity said as
she walked with him, “but can you remove these cuffs?”
“No.”
Earth-616, New York
“Who the hell
are you?”
Selina looked
at the two cops, before reaching down and cutting through the cords around her
legs.
“I’ll tell
you later,” she said as she kicked the door of the car open, and jumped out,
running into an alley and climbing to the rooftops. “All right, Selina,” she said to herself as
she looked round, “You need a place to hide.”
She ran over
the rooftops, stopping at a large townhouse as she saw a light in the cellar -
the only visible light. “This might do,”
she said as she dropped to the alley floor, crouching down as she looked
through the thin window.
“What the
hell...” was her thought as she saw the three women in the cellar, recognising
one of them instantly...
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