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1. I do not claim ownership of this property.
2. This story is made up and not a part of the original property, BATMAN, which was created by Bob Kane and Bill Finger.
3. I am not earning money from this story.
4. The characters used within the story were created by Bob Kane, Bill Finger, Bruce Timm, Paul Dini, and Sheldon Moldoff.
Anyways, without further ado...
Catwoman - An Erotic Fembot Novella (Chapter I of VI)
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CHAPTER ONE: SUPERHERO
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The air was thick with drizzling rain; rivulets of water streaked off of the edges of Selina's reinforced carbon fiber cowl, splashing at her feet.
Her matte black mask, anti-reflective and subtly shaped like a cat's ears, was only interrupted with two small cutouts from which her hazel irises glimmered brilliantly. Those irises, which could fully change color in less than 50 microseconds, watched the clouds overhead light up as the bat signal turned on, illuminating the cloud-soaked Gotham sky.
She chuckled to herself and activated her 'Comms-Link' communications channel, "Looks like it's going to be a busy night."
A weathered voice on the other end responded. "Looks that way. I guess it's a good thing we upgraded your batteries when we did."
"Yeah. Just next time Bruce...let a girl know if her upgrade is going to add five pounds to her chassis. Creating all those software patches to correct my balance settings wasn't easy, you know!"
Bruce chuckled, "Understood, Selina..." He paused, shuffling around on his end of the connection. "...Look, I just want to say that I'm proud of you. That signal up there was first turned on 33 years ago and there's never been a time in which its call hasn't been answered."
He exhaled, "The Batman may not be the one answering the call these days, yet it is answered just the same. We are answering it. You are answering it, Selina."
She redirected her gaze from the bat signal down to the slick asphalt beneath her black thigh-high combat boots, water streaming underfoot.
"Oh Bruce. You're going to make a girl blush."
"Give them hell Catwoman. I'll be right here with you watching what you see, listening to what you hear." The Comms-Link shut off and Selina immediately got to work.
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Tucked away in the dark of the Batcave, Bruce watched Selina's system readouts as she went about her night cleaning up the streets of Gotham. Spread across several large monitors, Bruce had Selina's camera feed, audio interpolator, Heads Up Display (HUD), and Main CPU command line all feeding him real-time data streams.
He had started work on her nearly three years prior, but had only let her out into the wild six months ago. Even over that short period of time, he had seen her abilities grow measurably and her personality core evolve, really beginning to come into its own.
He groaned audibly as he pushed back in his chair, his back seizing up painfully, as he watched Selina deftly handle two thugs who were trying to drag a woman into an alley.
His body was not what it used to be; the last three years of his time as the Batman before Selina's introduction had been excruciatingly painful. Now, with her in place as Gotham's 'cloaked vigilante', Bruce had only just begun to heal from a lifetime of hand-to-hand combat.
His thoughts began to wander to a time when he had fought side by side with a different Catwoman, but they were interrupted as he saw Selina's radio scanners lock on to her next targeted mission for the night. It looked dangerous.
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Tuners embedded within Selina's carbon-composite ears activated and began scanning through the litany of Gotham Police Department (GPD) radio broadcasts.
Locking onto an urgent call from a high-end jewelry store, Selina kicked in the clutch of her motorcycle and took off. She had a detailed map of Gotham imprinted within her memory banks, and with just a cursory analysis of the store's surrounding area, she was able to generate a series of approach vectors.
She handled the heavily modified racing bike with precision, the dual-usage of her LIDAR sensors and traditional optics working in unison to constantly analyze the path in front of her. Her Main Processing Array then took this data and issued discretized digital instructions to the many servo motors installed throughout her lithe chassis. The servo motors fired with precision, allowing near flawless operation of the motorcycle.
She leaned hard into her turns and floored the accelerator coming out of each one; her multitude of Balance and Spatial Awareness subsystems were in complete control of the bike's movements as she weaved in and out of the sleepy Gotham traffic. Her shoulder-length brunette hair spilled out from beneath her cat cowl, flowing freely in the wind.