Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 5:27:41 GMT -5
Titans of Justice Unlimited: Bat-Girl Special
Main Story by: Scotty2Hotty
Epilogue & editing by: Power Guy
Art by: Scotty2Hotty & DarthEnnis
“Are you kidding me, Lilith!??” Karen Beecher-Duncan exclaimed, a look of shock upon her face.
Karen often met up with Lilith and Melody Hall, wife of Hank Hall for drinks on Friday afternoon.
“It’s 100% true. Scott Trevor told me himself.” Lilith said, sipping her martini.
“But why!? Bette looked great for her age. She just did a big photo shoot for us! Donald Trump even named her CEO of the Miss Universe Organization.” Melody asked.
“I don’t know. Somehow she got access to a Lazarus pit and it worked, but a little too well. It’s like she’s our age, but in a seventeen year old’s body.” Lilith explained.
Both Karen and Melody were silent for a moment, both girls contemplating what it would be like to go back to their heyday in the Teen Titans.
“Those were good times, but I think I’ll stick with the present.” Karen added.
“What about Chuck? What does he think about all this? Knowing him, he’s probably cool with having Bette going all Lolita.” Melody said.
“Get this, girls! He’s filed for divorce!!” Lilith revealed. She was always a gossip, even without the benefit of her ESP.
“Divorce!? Oh no!” Melody gasped.
“This is terrible. Surely there must have been something besides this that made him ask for a divorce.” Karen suggested.
“I know. Don’t get me wrong--I love Bette to death, but I do recall her being a bit difficult back when we were in Titans West. She and Chuck sort of balanced each other out. He’s so mellow and she’s so high strung and competitive. Maybe he’d had enough of her stunts.” Lilith said.
“Hank and Chuck are both at the gym today. When Hank gets home, I’ll get the scoop.” Melody explained.
“And you’ll call us!” Karen smiled.
“Absolutely.” Melody replied as she gestured for their server.
***
At Body Pro gym, Hank Hall and Chuck Parker were working out. Chuck was beating the daylights out of a punching bag and sweat was pouring off his tan, athletic body.
“Dude, I’m going to have to charge you for that bag if you don’t let up on it.” Hank said walking over to his friend. Since his resurrection, he and Melody had built a successful life for themselves. They co-owned the most successful modeling agency in Beverly Hills as well as a chain of fitness clubs. The fitness industry was Hank’s true passion, but he enjoyed working at the modeling agency with his wife, even though his role was more behind the scenes there.
“What? Aw man, I’m sorry. I got carried away.” Chuck smiled sheepishly.
“Bette?”
“Yeah. I know I said I didn’t want to talk about it, but I think I do now.” the former Golden Eagle said to his best friend.
“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and go grab a beer.” Hank offered.
Later on the two men were heading to a sports bar a block over from the gym. Beverly Hills was littered with tons of young blonde starlets (both successful and wannabes) and several girls turned and smiled as the men walked along.
“See? Those hotties were totally checking you out. You’ve got it made with Bette’s new found youth. She still loves you.”
“It’s not that, Hank. It’s just that she went way too far this time. Most of us still look like we’re in our late twenties or early thirties for one reason or another--and Bette looked phenomenal for her age. But, she had a hard time dealing with the fact that most of us had powers or costumes, like my Nth metal, to thank for our youthful appearances. She had tons of creams, masques, and treatments--always trying to look younger.”
“I think that’s normal. Mel uses all that stuff too.”
“Not like Bette. When I’d get home from judging a surfing competition--like if I had been gone a couple of weeks--It was always “Do you notice anything different Chuck? Do I look younger Chuck?” It was an obsession. All of those pilates classes, working out 8 hours a day--it finally became like we weren‘t even married anymore.”
“But she did it for you.” Hank said as the friends took seats at the bar.
“I know and that’s just it. I didn’t want her to do this. I loved her the way she was! Maybe we never knew each other to begin with. One of us was always gone--me surfing or judging and her always at some Miss Universe function or running the organization. Maybe this all my fault. Maybe I should have stayed home more. I worked hard for us to live comfortably. Maybe I wasn’t there for her when she needed me.”
“Dude, I think whatever caused Bette to do this was there before any of us met her. Don’t you remember how at the old Titans hideout when it was summer? She would try to find out what kind of swimsuits the other girls bought--and then she’d call her Aunt Kathy to fly her to Milan or Paris for an original one of kind!”
“Ha, yeah and then she wouldn’t get in the pool because it was so expensive.”
“Ah, except that time Duela Dent shoved her in.” Hank recalled.
“Oh boy, was she furious! I took her out that night to make her feel better….we…d**n.” Chuck stammered, his eyes tearing up.
“Maybe you should rethink this. Maybe a long separation instead?” Hank offered.
Chuck was silent for a few minutes as he sipped his beer.
“No. No this is the right thing for both of us. It’s always something with her. It’s time for me to move on.”
Hank didn’t know what to say. He felt terrible for his best friend and sat in silence.
***
At Mister Jupiter’s labs, Don Hall talked on the phone to Duela Dent.
“Those novelties you sent will really brighten up the kids’ day down at the hospital.” Don said warmly.
“Glad to do it Donny boy! And let me say that it’s great you have taken over some of Mister J’s philanthropic endeavors. I never knew him, but I know he did lots for the original set of Teeny Bopping Titans.” Duela laughed.
“He really did. I wish you, Karen, Chuck, and Bette had all been part of the mentoring program back in the day.”
“Not me! Those drab jumpsuits--blecch!” came Duela’s voice. “Speaking of the past, did you hear about Bette? Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Don asked.
“One of my sellers is competing for the Miss Japan title. The rumor in the pageant world is that Miss Kane had some procedure done in Russia and now she looks more like Miss Teen USA rather than a former Miss Universe. Girls all over Japan are wanting to know how she turned back the hands of time.”
“I hadn’t heard that, but I know Melody and Hank see her fairly often. How about I check on that and get back to you next week?”
“Sounds delightful to me! Maybe ol’ Duela here will have a double of what Bette had!”
***
Dick Grayson and Donna Raynor looked out the window of the Wayne jet. The sun was setting and the ocean was beautiful.
“Thanks for coming with me Donna. I have a feeling your photographs of the property will help me pitch this new project to the board.”
“No problem! Besides, who am I to turn down a free trip to Turks and Caicos? It reminded me a lot of Paradise Island.”
Just then, the jet’s phone rang. It was Duela Dent. Dick put her on speaker phone and the three friends caught up. Duela’s curiosity had gotten the better of her and she wanted to know more about Bette’s newfound youth.
“Oh that.” Dick started. “Brendan told me all about it.” He went on to explain about the trip to the Lazarus Pit.
“That Bette! What a jokester, although I think she took it a little too far this time!” Duela cackled.
“You know, when I heard Ra’s announcement on TV, I should have know Bette would pull a stunt like this.” Donna spoke up. “At Scott’s wedding, she was asking me how the Amazons retain their youth and if there were any rejuvenating springs on Paradise Island!”
“How’s Rio?” Dick asked.
“Not well.” Duela’s jovial tone changed. “He was fine when I left for Scott’s wedding, but when I got home it was like his therapy was all undone. They…they have to keep him sedated…” Duela’s voice cracked.
“Duela, I’m so sorry. Is there anything---” Dick started.
“No, Dickie, not a thing. I…I have to go.” Duela quickly said and hung up. She walked over to a photo of Rio when he was a little boy. “If I had known about…..If only I could have gotten you to one of those pits…..you would be whole again….”
Duela picked up the picture and held it to her heart. She slumped to the ground, her tears overwhelming her.
***
EPILOGUE
The Bat-Cave…
“Will you hurry up!” ordered Nightvision. Tonight was he and Bat-Girl’s first night working together after the weeks of training she had received from the modern-age Dark Knight.
“Will you give me a minute!” Bat-Girl snapped, in defense from her dressing room. “I’m still deciding if my hair would look better parted to the side or down the middle with my new outfit.”
“Look! The silent alarm at Wayne Tech’s suburban warehouse went off over five minutes ago,’ grumbled Nightvision. “Whoever broke into the place is obviously very smart and skillful to get past all of the security in the outer perimeter. If you take much longer, they’ll be gone by the time we get there now HURRY UP!”
“Hmmmmphh…..fine, I’m coming,” huffed Bat-Girl as she exited her dressing room hastily. “So how do I look?”
Nightvision quickly scanned the woman known as Bette Kane up and down, “It’ll do.” he said turning and heading towards the Bat-copter.
“It’ll do?” repeated Bat-Girl as she followed closely. “I spent the last week working on this outfit trying to make it look all dark and gloomy like yours and all you can say is it’ll do? It‘s tons better than my last outfit.”
“And better is better so settle for that and get in the copter,” motioned Nightvision as he assumed the controls.
Bette made her way inside the copter not saying a word but at the same time thinking, “You’re lucky that your butt is twice as cute as your father’s or otherwise I’d….”
A few minutes later, high above the Wayne Tech warehouse, Nightvision and Bat-Girl climbed down the Bat-Copter’s ladder and landed softly on the roof.
“Ok, here’s the plan,” began Nightvision. “I’ll take the lower level. You take the upper level. If you get into ANY trouble, hit your TOJ signal device and I’ll come running. Don’t bite off more than you can chew as Gotham still houses dozens of super-criminals that are still way out of your league.”
Bette was sitting there the whole time through Nightvision’s speech with her arms crossed and tapping her left index finger on her right bicep in annoyance, “Soo…are you going to continue to lecture me or are we going to stop this crime?”
“Seriously - don’t bite off more than you can chew…” stressed Nightvision as he and Bat-Girl entered the warehouse.
Moments later in the upper level, a sleek figure moved through the shadows. As she passed a window, the moonlight illuminated her slender form and glistened against the black leather cat-suit she was wearing. Kitty Kat was back on the prowl and ready to steal Wayne Tech’s new solar-powered car engine prototype. The engine was about half the size of a normal one and relied solely on the sun to power it. As she used her golden razor-sharp claws to slash through the lock-box containing the device, she said to herself, “I got here just in time. They were going to ship this device to Metropolis tomorrow for John Henry Irons to tweak. Sorry, Mr. Irons but you’ll have play with something else. With this device, I’ll make millions on the black market! Oil companies all over the world will bid and bid until one of them has this device that would likely put them out of business before the turn of the next decade!”
“And how are you going to collect that money in prison?” taunted a cryptic voice.
Kitty Kat whipped around to see Bat-Girl standing prominently before her. It was dark in the room so it took the modern-age Catwoman a few seconds to figure out who had snuck up on her. “You…….we tussled about six months ago and I kicked your butt with ease. I take it Bat-Granny needs another emergency trip to the nursing home? I hope you have some Geritol in your utility-belt!”
Bette walked forward and the moonlight hit her face, allowing Kitty Kat to see her fresh-faced look. “Wh…..where did all of your wrinkles go? Never mind, just DIE!!!” she screamed, hurling herself towards Bat-Girl.
Bette certainly didn’t expect this rematch to come so soon, still she was determined not to let Kitty Kat make a fool out of her like last time. She met the modern-age Catwoman head-on and landed the first blow thanks to a jit-su move that Nightvision had taught her a few days ago. Kitty Kat staggered back in pain, “How the hell did you get so fast?” she demanded, wiping the blood from her lip.
“You know that girls like us never tell our secrets, Want some more, Kitty Litter?” teased Bat-Girl.
“You bet, Rat Lady!” answered Kitty Kat viciously, pulling out her whip and cracking it a few times all around the floor surrounding Bette.
As Bat-Girl moved back and forth dodging the deadly whip, she filtered through her utility-belt, searching for one item in particular.
Kitty Kat continued to lash away, becoming frustrated that she hadn’t landed a single blow on the rejuvenated Bat-Girl. “Stand still, you skank!” Finally, the whip was dead-set on slashing right into Bette’s face. Kitty Kat smiled devilishly as fractions of a second passed by, waiting to finally knock Bat-Girl on her backside.. During all of the commotion, Kitty Kat failed to notice that Bette had thrown a Batarang in the air and it came flying back as the exact moment the whip was about to strike Bette’s head, severing it from it’s handle that Kitty Kat held in her hand. The whip went flying across the room, leaving the modern-age Catwoman completely astonished. “My whip…”
Bette charged forward, completing Kitty Kat’s sentence, “Is about as limp and useless as you are,” she said punching the notorious cat-burglar in the face several times, causing her to drop the engine prototype. Kitty Kat’s mask also flew off her face and her nose was gushing with blood. When she plotted this caper, she had expected to maybe to clash with a security guard but not anyone trained by the Bat-Family. Being taken by surprise and fearing capture, she darted for the window and crashed through it but not before yelling out some final words, “Enjoy this victory while you can Bat-Granny! I’ll be back and next time, this cat will skin you alive!”
Bette ran towards the window and after a few seconds, spotted Kitty Kat who was climbing into her Kitty Kar which was parked right outside the building. “Please do come back little kitten. Next time, I plan on having a witness when I kick your tail in between your legs. Yup……..Bat-Girl is finally back and this time she’s here to stay.”
Just then, Nightvision burst into the room, “I heard some racket in here. Did you find the thief?”
“I sure did,” smiled Bat-Girl, putting her hands on her hips.
“Who was it? False Face? Aedos? Killer Croc?” guessed the new-age Dark Knight.
“Nah…it was some no-name loser. No-one important. I think I scared her straight anyways,” smirked Bat-Girl, purposely not telling Nightvision who she had encountered.
THE END
Main Story by: Scotty2Hotty
Epilogue & editing by: Power Guy
Art by: Scotty2Hotty & DarthEnnis
“Are you kidding me, Lilith!??” Karen Beecher-Duncan exclaimed, a look of shock upon her face.
Karen often met up with Lilith and Melody Hall, wife of Hank Hall for drinks on Friday afternoon.
“It’s 100% true. Scott Trevor told me himself.” Lilith said, sipping her martini.
“But why!? Bette looked great for her age. She just did a big photo shoot for us! Donald Trump even named her CEO of the Miss Universe Organization.” Melody asked.
“I don’t know. Somehow she got access to a Lazarus pit and it worked, but a little too well. It’s like she’s our age, but in a seventeen year old’s body.” Lilith explained.
Both Karen and Melody were silent for a moment, both girls contemplating what it would be like to go back to their heyday in the Teen Titans.
“Those were good times, but I think I’ll stick with the present.” Karen added.
“What about Chuck? What does he think about all this? Knowing him, he’s probably cool with having Bette going all Lolita.” Melody said.
“Get this, girls! He’s filed for divorce!!” Lilith revealed. She was always a gossip, even without the benefit of her ESP.
“Divorce!? Oh no!” Melody gasped.
“This is terrible. Surely there must have been something besides this that made him ask for a divorce.” Karen suggested.
“I know. Don’t get me wrong--I love Bette to death, but I do recall her being a bit difficult back when we were in Titans West. She and Chuck sort of balanced each other out. He’s so mellow and she’s so high strung and competitive. Maybe he’d had enough of her stunts.” Lilith said.
“Hank and Chuck are both at the gym today. When Hank gets home, I’ll get the scoop.” Melody explained.
“And you’ll call us!” Karen smiled.
“Absolutely.” Melody replied as she gestured for their server.
***
At Body Pro gym, Hank Hall and Chuck Parker were working out. Chuck was beating the daylights out of a punching bag and sweat was pouring off his tan, athletic body.
“Dude, I’m going to have to charge you for that bag if you don’t let up on it.” Hank said walking over to his friend. Since his resurrection, he and Melody had built a successful life for themselves. They co-owned the most successful modeling agency in Beverly Hills as well as a chain of fitness clubs. The fitness industry was Hank’s true passion, but he enjoyed working at the modeling agency with his wife, even though his role was more behind the scenes there.
“What? Aw man, I’m sorry. I got carried away.” Chuck smiled sheepishly.
“Bette?”
“Yeah. I know I said I didn’t want to talk about it, but I think I do now.” the former Golden Eagle said to his best friend.
“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and go grab a beer.” Hank offered.
Later on the two men were heading to a sports bar a block over from the gym. Beverly Hills was littered with tons of young blonde starlets (both successful and wannabes) and several girls turned and smiled as the men walked along.
“See? Those hotties were totally checking you out. You’ve got it made with Bette’s new found youth. She still loves you.”
“It’s not that, Hank. It’s just that she went way too far this time. Most of us still look like we’re in our late twenties or early thirties for one reason or another--and Bette looked phenomenal for her age. But, she had a hard time dealing with the fact that most of us had powers or costumes, like my Nth metal, to thank for our youthful appearances. She had tons of creams, masques, and treatments--always trying to look younger.”
“I think that’s normal. Mel uses all that stuff too.”
“Not like Bette. When I’d get home from judging a surfing competition--like if I had been gone a couple of weeks--It was always “Do you notice anything different Chuck? Do I look younger Chuck?” It was an obsession. All of those pilates classes, working out 8 hours a day--it finally became like we weren‘t even married anymore.”
“But she did it for you.” Hank said as the friends took seats at the bar.
“I know and that’s just it. I didn’t want her to do this. I loved her the way she was! Maybe we never knew each other to begin with. One of us was always gone--me surfing or judging and her always at some Miss Universe function or running the organization. Maybe this all my fault. Maybe I should have stayed home more. I worked hard for us to live comfortably. Maybe I wasn’t there for her when she needed me.”
“Dude, I think whatever caused Bette to do this was there before any of us met her. Don’t you remember how at the old Titans hideout when it was summer? She would try to find out what kind of swimsuits the other girls bought--and then she’d call her Aunt Kathy to fly her to Milan or Paris for an original one of kind!”
“Ha, yeah and then she wouldn’t get in the pool because it was so expensive.”
“Ah, except that time Duela Dent shoved her in.” Hank recalled.
“Oh boy, was she furious! I took her out that night to make her feel better….we…d**n.” Chuck stammered, his eyes tearing up.
“Maybe you should rethink this. Maybe a long separation instead?” Hank offered.
Chuck was silent for a few minutes as he sipped his beer.
“No. No this is the right thing for both of us. It’s always something with her. It’s time for me to move on.”
Hank didn’t know what to say. He felt terrible for his best friend and sat in silence.
***
At Mister Jupiter’s labs, Don Hall talked on the phone to Duela Dent.
“Those novelties you sent will really brighten up the kids’ day down at the hospital.” Don said warmly.
“Glad to do it Donny boy! And let me say that it’s great you have taken over some of Mister J’s philanthropic endeavors. I never knew him, but I know he did lots for the original set of Teeny Bopping Titans.” Duela laughed.
“He really did. I wish you, Karen, Chuck, and Bette had all been part of the mentoring program back in the day.”
“Not me! Those drab jumpsuits--blecch!” came Duela’s voice. “Speaking of the past, did you hear about Bette? Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Don asked.
“One of my sellers is competing for the Miss Japan title. The rumor in the pageant world is that Miss Kane had some procedure done in Russia and now she looks more like Miss Teen USA rather than a former Miss Universe. Girls all over Japan are wanting to know how she turned back the hands of time.”
“I hadn’t heard that, but I know Melody and Hank see her fairly often. How about I check on that and get back to you next week?”
“Sounds delightful to me! Maybe ol’ Duela here will have a double of what Bette had!”
***
Dick Grayson and Donna Raynor looked out the window of the Wayne jet. The sun was setting and the ocean was beautiful.
“Thanks for coming with me Donna. I have a feeling your photographs of the property will help me pitch this new project to the board.”
“No problem! Besides, who am I to turn down a free trip to Turks and Caicos? It reminded me a lot of Paradise Island.”
Just then, the jet’s phone rang. It was Duela Dent. Dick put her on speaker phone and the three friends caught up. Duela’s curiosity had gotten the better of her and she wanted to know more about Bette’s newfound youth.
“Oh that.” Dick started. “Brendan told me all about it.” He went on to explain about the trip to the Lazarus Pit.
“That Bette! What a jokester, although I think she took it a little too far this time!” Duela cackled.
“You know, when I heard Ra’s announcement on TV, I should have know Bette would pull a stunt like this.” Donna spoke up. “At Scott’s wedding, she was asking me how the Amazons retain their youth and if there were any rejuvenating springs on Paradise Island!”
“How’s Rio?” Dick asked.
“Not well.” Duela’s jovial tone changed. “He was fine when I left for Scott’s wedding, but when I got home it was like his therapy was all undone. They…they have to keep him sedated…” Duela’s voice cracked.
“Duela, I’m so sorry. Is there anything---” Dick started.
“No, Dickie, not a thing. I…I have to go.” Duela quickly said and hung up. She walked over to a photo of Rio when he was a little boy. “If I had known about…..If only I could have gotten you to one of those pits…..you would be whole again….”
Duela picked up the picture and held it to her heart. She slumped to the ground, her tears overwhelming her.
***
EPILOGUE
The Bat-Cave…
“Will you hurry up!” ordered Nightvision. Tonight was he and Bat-Girl’s first night working together after the weeks of training she had received from the modern-age Dark Knight.
“Will you give me a minute!” Bat-Girl snapped, in defense from her dressing room. “I’m still deciding if my hair would look better parted to the side or down the middle with my new outfit.”
“Look! The silent alarm at Wayne Tech’s suburban warehouse went off over five minutes ago,’ grumbled Nightvision. “Whoever broke into the place is obviously very smart and skillful to get past all of the security in the outer perimeter. If you take much longer, they’ll be gone by the time we get there now HURRY UP!”
“Hmmmmphh…..fine, I’m coming,” huffed Bat-Girl as she exited her dressing room hastily. “So how do I look?”
Nightvision quickly scanned the woman known as Bette Kane up and down, “It’ll do.” he said turning and heading towards the Bat-copter.
“It’ll do?” repeated Bat-Girl as she followed closely. “I spent the last week working on this outfit trying to make it look all dark and gloomy like yours and all you can say is it’ll do? It‘s tons better than my last outfit.”
“And better is better so settle for that and get in the copter,” motioned Nightvision as he assumed the controls.
Bette made her way inside the copter not saying a word but at the same time thinking, “You’re lucky that your butt is twice as cute as your father’s or otherwise I’d….”
A few minutes later, high above the Wayne Tech warehouse, Nightvision and Bat-Girl climbed down the Bat-Copter’s ladder and landed softly on the roof.
“Ok, here’s the plan,” began Nightvision. “I’ll take the lower level. You take the upper level. If you get into ANY trouble, hit your TOJ signal device and I’ll come running. Don’t bite off more than you can chew as Gotham still houses dozens of super-criminals that are still way out of your league.”
Bette was sitting there the whole time through Nightvision’s speech with her arms crossed and tapping her left index finger on her right bicep in annoyance, “Soo…are you going to continue to lecture me or are we going to stop this crime?”
“Seriously - don’t bite off more than you can chew…” stressed Nightvision as he and Bat-Girl entered the warehouse.
Moments later in the upper level, a sleek figure moved through the shadows. As she passed a window, the moonlight illuminated her slender form and glistened against the black leather cat-suit she was wearing. Kitty Kat was back on the prowl and ready to steal Wayne Tech’s new solar-powered car engine prototype. The engine was about half the size of a normal one and relied solely on the sun to power it. As she used her golden razor-sharp claws to slash through the lock-box containing the device, she said to herself, “I got here just in time. They were going to ship this device to Metropolis tomorrow for John Henry Irons to tweak. Sorry, Mr. Irons but you’ll have play with something else. With this device, I’ll make millions on the black market! Oil companies all over the world will bid and bid until one of them has this device that would likely put them out of business before the turn of the next decade!”
“And how are you going to collect that money in prison?” taunted a cryptic voice.
Kitty Kat whipped around to see Bat-Girl standing prominently before her. It was dark in the room so it took the modern-age Catwoman a few seconds to figure out who had snuck up on her. “You…….we tussled about six months ago and I kicked your butt with ease. I take it Bat-Granny needs another emergency trip to the nursing home? I hope you have some Geritol in your utility-belt!”
Bette walked forward and the moonlight hit her face, allowing Kitty Kat to see her fresh-faced look. “Wh…..where did all of your wrinkles go? Never mind, just DIE!!!” she screamed, hurling herself towards Bat-Girl.
Bette certainly didn’t expect this rematch to come so soon, still she was determined not to let Kitty Kat make a fool out of her like last time. She met the modern-age Catwoman head-on and landed the first blow thanks to a jit-su move that Nightvision had taught her a few days ago. Kitty Kat staggered back in pain, “How the hell did you get so fast?” she demanded, wiping the blood from her lip.
“You know that girls like us never tell our secrets, Want some more, Kitty Litter?” teased Bat-Girl.
“You bet, Rat Lady!” answered Kitty Kat viciously, pulling out her whip and cracking it a few times all around the floor surrounding Bette.
As Bat-Girl moved back and forth dodging the deadly whip, she filtered through her utility-belt, searching for one item in particular.
Kitty Kat continued to lash away, becoming frustrated that she hadn’t landed a single blow on the rejuvenated Bat-Girl. “Stand still, you skank!” Finally, the whip was dead-set on slashing right into Bette’s face. Kitty Kat smiled devilishly as fractions of a second passed by, waiting to finally knock Bat-Girl on her backside.. During all of the commotion, Kitty Kat failed to notice that Bette had thrown a Batarang in the air and it came flying back as the exact moment the whip was about to strike Bette’s head, severing it from it’s handle that Kitty Kat held in her hand. The whip went flying across the room, leaving the modern-age Catwoman completely astonished. “My whip…”
Bette charged forward, completing Kitty Kat’s sentence, “Is about as limp and useless as you are,” she said punching the notorious cat-burglar in the face several times, causing her to drop the engine prototype. Kitty Kat’s mask also flew off her face and her nose was gushing with blood. When she plotted this caper, she had expected to maybe to clash with a security guard but not anyone trained by the Bat-Family. Being taken by surprise and fearing capture, she darted for the window and crashed through it but not before yelling out some final words, “Enjoy this victory while you can Bat-Granny! I’ll be back and next time, this cat will skin you alive!”
Bette ran towards the window and after a few seconds, spotted Kitty Kat who was climbing into her Kitty Kar which was parked right outside the building. “Please do come back little kitten. Next time, I plan on having a witness when I kick your tail in between your legs. Yup……..Bat-Girl is finally back and this time she’s here to stay.”
Just then, Nightvision burst into the room, “I heard some racket in here. Did you find the thief?”
“I sure did,” smiled Bat-Girl, putting her hands on her hips.
“Who was it? False Face? Aedos? Killer Croc?” guessed the new-age Dark Knight.
“Nah…it was some no-name loser. No-one important. I think I scared her straight anyways,” smirked Bat-Girl, purposely not telling Nightvision who she had encountered.
THE END