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The Bat-Files - by Al Tootikian - with an adaptation by Steve Zink
Chapter 9 - Rescue, and a New Beginning
Mulder's attacks were getting worse. He was strapped to the bed to keep him from injuring himself or others, but the staff realized this would soon be inadequate.
"We're going to have to confine him to a padded cell," a doctor decided.
With the help of three burly orderlies, the struggling Mulder was taken to a private room and heavily sedated.
"That won't hold him for long!"
Mulder's world was crashing down around him. He could no longer separate fantasy from reality. He saw demons, monsters, aliens, conspirators, and other creatures.
"Hold still!" a figure whispered.
Mulder looked over and watched as a six-foot tall bat appeared to be injecting him with something.
Mulder let out one last scream and passed out. A nurse rushed into the room.
"He should be all right now," Batman whispered. "Let him rest."
Across town, Scully looked out of the small window in the door of the office she was confined to. All she could see was old, rusted equipment. She would soon discover to her horror the purpose of that equipment.
Harley's face suddenly appeared in the window. "Peek-a-boo!"
Harley unlocked the door and entered, this time brandishing much heavier artillery, and a bundle of what appeared to be clothes.
"Okay, sweetie," she ordered. "Time to take a bath!"
Scully was led to a catwalk that extended over one of the bubbling vats. The Joker was watching the proceedings with his usual glee.
"You seem like an intelligent woman," Scully asked. "Why do you associate with that...comedian?"
"Call me irresponcible," Harley answered.
"And my adoring partner," cackled Joker. "She was my psychiatrist in Arkham, until I gave her a dip in my chemical pool."
"I got a body to die for, and a mind with nothing to occupy it except my Puddin', Mr. J!" Harley added. "We got the bath set just right for you, Scully. In you go!"
Harley opened a bar in the railing, gave Scully a nudge, and in she went, with a green splash.
The time it took Scully to surface and then swim to the side of the tank had already been preset by Joker as the correct exposure time for the changes he wanted to see taking place. Scully's hair would change from brown to black, her waist would become narrower, and her boobs would take on a larger and more rounded form.
Scully reached a ladder at the edge of the tank, started to climb out, then fell back in due to the disorientation in her balance that the changes to her body had caused. The next time her head appeared above the tank rim, after nearly a double dose of Joker's special bath, it was framed in long black hair, streaming down her back to her waist.
Prepared this time for the new balance, Scully climbed up and over the tank edge, then looked up to her boss and compatriot with her newly expanded chest sticking out proudly above her grossly narrowed waist and flaring hips. Not merely rounded, her humongous boobs would make any exotic dancer envious. While Joker had intended for her to become a bit enhanced, her extra dip had caused Scully to become nearly a caricature of the feminine form, with all the exagerated dimensions of a comics Bad Girl. That extra dip had also done a lot more to Scully's mind. Joker had no idea just how vindictive and evil she now was.
"I'm ready, Joker," she said with a sultry voice. "Have you got my costume prepared?"
Harley, whose eyes were wide and her mouth agape in seeing this new feminine vision, blinked her eyes twice and then passed her bundle of clothes to Joker. For once in his life, even the Clown Prince of Crime's gaping maw seemed locked in awe. "Oh, my," he muttered, then came back to his senses. "Right here, my dear. Go rinse yourself off, and I'll put your costume in the office for you to get dressed."
Scully saw a shower head at the end of the catwalk, and swayed seductively on her way to it. Savoring the steamy water as it played over her now voluptuous body as it rinsed off the green chemicals, she further assimilated the mental reprogramming the dip in the tank had started. An evil smirk started to form on her lips.
Scully grabbed the towel and dried herself off, then stood under the air vent to dry her hair.
Joker dropped off the costume in the office, then told Harley to join him outside to await their new ally's full transformation.
Scully entered the office, saw the mirror above the desk, and look a look at her new image. Whereas Joker had been given snow white skin by his chemical bath, and Harley a merely healthy looking pale flesh by hers, the changed agent's face had a deep, rich tone of tan. Her eyes, nose, cheeks and mouth looked like those of a European fashion model. Finding a cosmetic case on the desk, she applied sparing amounts of skin toner, then used dark blue shadow and deep black mascara to highlight her eyes and lashes, brushed some rouge onto her cheeks, and used a cherry red shade of lipstick to augment her pouting lips.
Scully then picked up the gloosy black latex catsuit and proceeded to pull the shiny material up her legs and around her body. After inserting her arms, she reached behind herself to pull the zipper up, snuggling the rubber costume close to her body. She folded the collar down, then pulled the cowl down over her head and let the collar come back up to seal it. She shook her hair to make sure all of it was free to fall from the back of the cowl, then zipped on the knee high spike heeled shiny black boots. She put a belt on low over her hips, then pulled on the shoulder length black gloves with claws at the fingertips.
Scully gave her new look a quick check in the mirror, used her new claws to straighten out the whiskers on each side of her nose, then stepped out the door.
Joker started clapping, Harley jumped up and down gleefully. "You're a vision to behold, my dear," said Joker. "Now we can counter the traitor who has given herself over to helping Batman and the Police! You are now the new Catwoman!"
"Meeowwwrrrr," said Scully, stretching out her clawed hands.
Just that moment, a voice was heard from the far end of the factory floor. "Is this an closed party, or can anyone drop in?"
"Well, if it isn't the purple pussycat!" Joker cracked, pulling out a gun with a ridiculously long barrel. "Here, Kitty, Kitty!"
The original Catwoman swung down from the rafters on her whip and sent the Joker crashing into a pile of rubble.
"Hold it right there, pussy!" Harley yelled, pointing her own cannon at the purple clad feline.
Selina turned to see Harley's blunderbuss sticking in her face, and at the same time, saw the ebony clad woman standing behind her. "I suppose I should be alarmed at the barrel I see pointing at my nose. And who's your friend? She looks like someone I could come to like!"
"Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't like her!" Harley squealed, then shot the green gas directly into Selina's nose. She fell limp at Harley's feet.
Turning around to face Scully, Harley said, "Okay, time for you to take over, Catwoman!"
Joker walked closer, shaking dust from his clothes. "The first thing I want you to do, Catwoman, is to get to the hospital and finish off your ex-partner. I heard that Batman was setting up an antidote for the toxin that I had given Scarecrow to use against Batman, but gave to Mulder instead. Make sure he doesn't leave the hospital alive!"
The original Catwoman was stripped of her costume and tied up for later processing, left in the same room Scully had been put in.
Chapter 10 - Epilog
Mulder was sitting in his bed reading a file Batman had given him on the villains with whom he had to contend. Just as he got to the page on Catwoman, with the added note saying, 'Possible ally now', he heard his door open.
Mulder looked up to see a female in a floor length coat and black hat with veil come into the room. "Hello, Mulder," she said.
Mulder recognized the voice, even though the inflections were a bit different from what he was used to. "Scully, what's with the funeral clothes?"
As she ripped off the hat and veil to expose her cowled face and head, then doffed the coat to reveal her shiny black shape, Catwoman said, "I'm not Scully any more! I am Catwoman, and the funeral is for you!"
Catwoman reached into the weapons bag attached to her belt, pulled out the syringe Joker had given her, then plunged it into Mulder's arm.
Catwoman climbed out the window to make her way back down to the ground where Harley was waiting. All the way down, she heard the cackling laughter coming from Mulder's room. By the time she met Harley, the laughter had stopped.
Nurses had come running on hearing the maniacal laughter, but found Mulder quite dead, with a grotesque grin formed on his lips.
Catwoman and Harley set off to return to the factory. Joker was in the process of setting up the chemical baths for a new bather....
