Catwoman is Back

Sabrina Kyle is the 16 year old great-niece of Selina Kyle, the original Catwoman. One day, when she is abducted and experimented on. She is injected with the DNA of a cat. Sabrina is now an actual cat woman. When she is black mailed to steal priceless artifacts, what will she do? And will she find out who Batman is? Set in the same time as Batman Beyond, there will be some interesting things happening. Especially, when Sabrina has to steal from Bruce Wayne.

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3. Chapter 3

When I got home from school that day, there was another note. This one was different from the first two. It said:


You are wondering what is happening to you right now. You see, I hired a group of men to inject you with the DNA of a cat. Not one cat, specifically. No, I created a perfect cat. It had the speed of a cheetah, the strength of a lion, the agility of a leopard, the balance of a mountain lion, the flexibility of a house cat and the sense of smell and the eye sight of a black panther.


I had them inject you with that DNA. Think of it like Splicing, only irreversible, and you don't actually see any changes.


You now do as I say, or your family will suffer for it. Don't call the cops, something might happen to your apartment if you do.


I will be calling on you twice a week. Fridays and Saturdays. I will be watching you. Be good.


Then there was a creepy smily face, like it was drawn in blood, with fangs.


I burned the paper. I had to do what the note said. It would be four days until I had to do something again.


I decided to try an control these feline urges and these new powers that apparently comes with it.


I ran up the steps to the apartment and drank down two glasses of cream. Then I got out two cans of cat food and ate that.


Just to get things straight: I do love to eat cat food, but I don't have to eat it, nor can I survive on that only. I'm still part human. I can also eat human food, it does taste good (most of the time) but I also can't survive on that alone. I have to drink 8 glasses of milk or cream a day, along with 8 glasses of water. I knew that naturally. (Oh, cream counts as 1 1/2 glasses of milk.)


This balance thing came within the first few hours after the heist, agility came with it along with flexibility. Those were easy to hide and control, I already was good with all.


Speed came Monday and continued to grow up to Tuesday. Again, easy to control, just don't do anything at top speed and try not to run, jog.


Eye sight came on Thursday morning, when I woke up. This was harder to hide. I couldn't see with my glasses, so I had to keep squinting. That night I decided to go with the "I got contacts," excuse. That ticked my aunt off.


The next heist was to break into jail. I know!! Turns out I had to break in and break someone out. Crap! The convict was called Big Time. He was seriously deformed, super strong and way tall.


This happened when he was fighting Batman. Apparently, a highly toxic and unstable chemical was spilled. BT got soaked in it and blames Batman for that. BT was trying to steal the chemical from Wayne Powers, Inc.


Anyway, getting out wasn't the problem, it was getting in and getting BT's cell open.


The note also included a schematic of the prison. (Which was not included in the first theft.) It was full of the wires, alarms and guard posts on it. I quickly devised a way to get there and turn off the cell.


Along with speed, came speed of the mind. I got things, adapted and thought things much faster. It helped a lot with school, and I could remember a lot, too.


Things went well and I avoided all the traps and guards. It was all great, until BT was out of his cell. He threw me across the hall. I hit my head and it hurt. He then ran off, smashing anything in his path.


A guard came in at that point and ran at me. He figured I had been hurt, and I was. He tried to lift my mask when Batman came in.


"I wouldn't go near her if I was you. She likes stealing things, like the Anastasia's Necklace," he said. I swear I knew that voice.


"What would you know about that," I asked him, cheekily.


I undid the cat-o-nine-tails whip. It was time to dance.

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