Selena Kyle never considered herself a good person, she just never considered herself an evil one either. She straddled the line between thief and vigilante, robbing from the rich, giving to herself, and sometimes helping out the city when a madman went to far. But all the good she did for the city never gave her any benefits. She was trapped in her small apartment, with frequent visits from her parole officer, and it was all thanks to Batman.
She never really understood his obsession with stopping her. She didn't kill anyone, and only hurt others in self defense, there where dozens of people doing worse things in the city every night. Of course, she never really understood her own obsession with him. He would never team up for a heist with her, and she would never be invited to go patrolling with her.
She bit her lip in excitement. Beside her bed, she had just acquired the latest piece of technology from LexCorp science labs, a secret machine that would have been banned from existence if anyone knew it existed. It was the ultimate weapon, a gun that wouldn't kill her opponent, but transform them to her will. A machine that had a psychic connection to its user, and could reform the victims DNA, and fabric. The thought of what she could do with it excited her to no end.
With it she could alter the Batman to become her sidekick, and be the love that she deserved. But she knew its effects on the mind were limited, it would take some time from Gotham's Dark Knight to come around. She didn't care. The gun was ready to be tested.
She put on her famous costume, grabbed the gun, put the telepathic chip under her hair, and went out into the city's rooftops.
She knew the streets well. She knew Batman well. She knew his patrol route. It was only a matter of time before she ran into the Caped Crusader.
“Selina, shouldn't you be in your apartment, next to your patrol officer?” a gruff voice asked behind her.
“Please, when I'm dressed to kill, at least call me by my professional name,” she said.
“Catwoman, there are no exotic cat-themed diamonds on loan in Gotham. Go home.”
“Fine. But the least you can do is escort me back, like a true gentleman,” she said seductively.
“The only place I'll escort you is to Gotham PD,” Batman said as he grabbed her shoulder.
“Well, if you won't be a gentleman, what's the point in being a man at all?” she asked, as she turned around and shot him with the device.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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