The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.
I wrote a story a few years back in which Selina Kyle decided to retire as Catwoman, but wished to see her legacy continue. So Selina had Lois Lane put on a new costume she devised and take on the identity of the new Catwoman. A fan of mine recently read that and emailed me with the inspiration to do a similar story, but make it a major TG version. This story is set in the mid 70s, while Dick Grayson was still Robin, and the purple clad Catwoman we came to know in the early 90s was very much in the far future. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did in writing it!
One night, as the Dynamic Duo was finishing its evening patrol after thwarting yet another attempt by The Joker to open up the Gotham National Bank's vaults, Robin turned to Batman and said, "Now that the Crown Prince of Crime is going to be back in Arkham for a while, I wonder who'll be next? I haven't seen The Riddler for a while, and ever since Batgirl took down Penguin, he seems to be hiding in shame."
The Dark Knight made a gruff chuckle, then replied while still looking straight ahead through the windshield of the Batmobile, "We should be glad the major criminals aren't a constant thorn in our sides. It's bad enough keeping an eye out for all the low key players. The police are doing a pretty good job on their own, but you and I...along with Batgirl, I suppose...are just the backup they need to handle the crooks with a big ego and/or name. Speaking of thorns in our sides, have you noticed we haven't seen or heard from Poison Ivy in a long time?"
"Maybe she went to seed? Sorry, bad joke," Robin said. "Personally, I always wondered about the fact that Ivy has red hair, and so does our ally, Batgirl. It'd really be something if there was a connection between the two."
"Not a chance, Robin. Even though we've never seen the two of them together at the same time, just use your detective skills of observation. Ivy wears boots with no heels, while Batgirl wears boots with good sized heels on them. Even so, Ivy stands taller than Batgirl."
"Gosh, yeah, I hadn't thought of that, Batman. So maybe Poison Ivy is just gone from the scene for a while. Good riddance! I don't know about you, but avoiding her charms is not an easy task!"
Batman merely "hmmphed" at that, then thought for a moment. Then another thought came to him. "Huh! Talk about avoiding charms. Have you noticed who else we haven't seen on the streets for a couple of months now? Catwoman!"
Robin looked up into his partner's face to check for any signs, and noted what seemed to be a slight reddening. "And I'm betting you wish she HAD been around. I've noticed the way you two have reacted to each other; if it weren't for the fact that she was a criminal, I bet you and Catwoman would have a good time together."
Batman blushed even deeper before scowling. "Catwoman is a very attractive lady, Robin, but she is not to be the subject of your sexual fantasies. I know you're old enough to handle this on your own, but if you have to fantasize, think of Batgirl, or maybe Wonder Woman. You have to have the right ideals. Admiring a criminal is not a very healthy prospect."
"Oh, I know, Bruce," Robin replied, using Batman's real first name for emphasis. "It's just that every time we've gone up against Catwoman, she seems to get off with the smallest possible punishment or time in Arkham, and if you aren't trying to get close to her, she sure seems to be trying to get close to you. Also, I'll have you know, as if you aren't fully aware of everything I do anyway, that Batgirl and I are good friends."
The subject for the rest of the trip to the Batcave then centered upon Dick Grayson, and the relationships he was starting to develop. All thoughts of Catwoman were shunted to the side. The discussion of the young man's sexual interests continued as they disrobed in the Batcave, and finally ended as they said good night to each other while heading for their individual bedrooms in Wayne Manor. Their butler, Alfred, caught just the end of this, and thought back to similar discussions between himself and a much younger Bruce Wayne a bit more than a decade before.
* * * * *
There was good reason the Dynamic Duo had not seen Catwoman for some time. The last heist she had made, totally without their knowledge, had netted the raven haired feline felon a cool four million in cash and bonds. She had no reason whatsoever to threaten her newly acquired lifestyle, even though the yen to cat burgle was hard to resist. An idea then came to her a few nights after the discussion amongst the Caped Crusaders which seemed far out, but if it worked, maybe she could get the thrill of her robberies by watching someone else do them as her. Yes, with another Catwoman plundering Gotham City, she'd be able to sit back while enjoying her new riches, and watch as the new feline felon brought feelings close to her old yearnings by taking over from her.
The trick to her idea was in bringing about the new Catwoman. The one person she thought would make the best possible feline felon was not the right gender...yet. Selina thought for a while, mulling this discrepancy, then had an inspiration. A few years earlier she had met a long time foe of Wonder Woman, the sorceress Circe. From what she'd heard of Circe's abilities, all she had to do was find a way to get in touch with the demigoddess.
All she had to do.
Right.
Putting personal pride aside, Selina got on the phone and made a long distance call to Metropolis. "Luthor."
"Good evening, Lex. This is Selina Kyle, perhaps you know me better as Catwoman. Do you still have that thought transmitter you stole from Wonder Woman with which you got in touch with Circe a few years back?"
"I most certainly do, Selina, but she told me that if I ever tried to reach her again, I'd better have a VERY good reason."
"See if you can reach her for me, please. I think this will be very tempting and delightful for her insidious mind. Tell her if she will help me, there will be a new Catwoman appearing soon, and one less law abiding hero to bother us all."
"What, are you going to turn Wonder Woman into your replacement or something?"
"Oh no, Lex, far more interesting than that. I'll let you know who as soon as things change, presuming we can get Circe to help me."
What Selina couldn't see was that Lex had hooked up the thought transmitter as they'd been talking. Circe had picked up everything from Lex's question about Wonder Woman. The enchantress overrode Lex's mind and spoke through his mouth and voice, with his face looking blank. "Catwoman, this is Circe. I would have been most interested in seeing you take Wonder Woman out of contention as a hero. But I do enjoy the thrill of the surprise you will spring instead of her. Where can I come to see you?"
"You're going to just love what I have planned, Circe. Do me a favor and dress yourself in typical female evening wear, then come to 5486 North Farragut, number 1612 in Gotham City. I wouldn't want you to attract any attention by appearing in your usual flowing robes."
"Typical female evening wear? Catwoman, I didn't know you were bi; do you want a really sassy looking slut to show up, or just your typical whore?"
Selina blushed. Should she let Circe know that she was indeed bi? "Circe, that's not what I meant. Just dress nicely so that you'd fit in amongst other women. No need to look like a whore, though I'll be the first to admit that you'd probably blend in best that way. How soon should I expect you?"
"How about right now?"
Lex's face became active once again, and after seeing that the thought transmitter was no longer connected, made the correct assumption. "I guess Circe has finished her discussion with you, Catwoman?"
"Yes, Lex, and thanks a lot. She's already knocking at my door. Good night, and I'll pass on the good news as soon as it happens."
Selina hung up her phone and walked over to her door. The grinning face she saw through the peep hole looked like the Greek goddess she'd seen a few years before, but with enough makeup to look just right for the neighborhood. She opened the door to see a tall beauty with black hair to replace the usual green. She was wearing a white halter top and green spandex miniskirt, perched on white sandals with straps going up her calves and heels that made even Selina cringe. "So, you did decide to do the whore bit, eh, Circe? Welcome to Gotham City, and thanks for helping me out. Come in, please."
"You're looking quite fetching yourself, Catwoman. This is the first time I've seen you up close out of your costume."
"If you can do what I have in mind, Circe, you'll never again see me in costume. Call me Selina, by the way. As of tonight, I want to have no more claim to the name of Catwoman."
"Okay, Selina. So tell me, just what is it you have in mind?"
Selina walked over to a chair, upon which she had laid out an entirely new and different Catwoman costume from her traditional black dress with purple trim. "What I hope you can do, Circe, is to put an enchantment upon this costume. As soon as it is seen by the person to whom I want to send it, I want it to change that person into a female so voluptuous and good looking that she could be either a world class model, or the most outstanding looking exotic dancer, whichever she wishes to be at any moment. Her mind, memories and physical abilities will all be based upon the person she used to be, altered to conform to her new identity. I'll have the Cat's Eye Jade attached to its belt to make her also know that she is Catwoman, and that this is to be her costume. For a twelve hour period, I want the enchantment to also totally change everything and everybody in the vicinity of the costume, according to what the new Catwoman is wishing for based upon her old memories, and in the process, remake reality to show that the results of the changes have been what actually was all along, with but one exception. I want to have complete memories of all that has been, whereas everyone else will have no idea of the original past."
"Easily done, Selina," Circe replied as she picked up one of the knee high blue boots with a deep, folded over red cuff, a big buckle over the instep and an elegantly shaped, tall stiletto heel. "If it's not Wonder Woman you had in mind to fill that description you gave me and wear this boot, who is it? Batgirl? Black Canary?"
"Better all around than any of your guesses, Circe. Since you had such a good time changing guys into way out forms long ago, what would you say about the recipient of this enchanted costume being Batman?"
Circe's eyes widened. "Wicked!" She briefly picked up the second boot and put a special magical surge into them. "Now I know why you want the changes to the surroundings and reality to match. Once Batman has put on the costume and become Catwoman, the house in which he lives and the Batcave will turn into a Cat's Lair, and presuming Robin is on hand, Catwoman will have a young kitten to work with her. The change to reality will make it so that the new Catwoman will have always lived wherever Batman resides, with no question about the change from a male resident to a female."
As she was speaking, Circe was waving her hands over the costume spread out on the chair. "There you are, Selina, the means with which to make the new Catwoman. I even added one bit for you that you may not have thought of. Besides changing anybody who comes upon the costume in that twelve hour period, their clothing will alter accordingly. So if Catwoman comes upon Robin, not only will the Boy Wonder become a femme fatale, but she'll be costumed to match."
"Thank you very much, Circe. How will I be able to let you know when the changes have taken place?"
"Don't worry about that, Selina. As reality shifts, I'll know. You will be set up as you are in this exclusive, high-priced condo with all your new riches, and know of all that you did in the past, along with Batman and others. To everyone else in the world, Batman will have never existed. This may even make Wonder Woman and the JLA a much easier task to handle, since without the master detective, they won't have the cohesiveness they've always had. I'll wait and see about that, though. With reality shifting, someone else may have become a JLA member in place of Batman."
As she started to gather and fold the costume, Selina said, "This will be in Batman's hands tomorrow morning, Circe. Presuming the twelve hours starts at that time, all the changes should take place before midnight tomorrow. With luck, you'll soon have a cunning ally with whom to go after the Amazon. Thank you again for helping me to get all this working!"
"You're welcome, Selina. I'll be watching as things unfold. I'll be back to toast you later." With that, Circe just plain popped from view, reappearing in her mystical realm at the same moment, once again with her normal green hair and flowing robes.
Selina had neglected to tell Circe one little detail - she knew who Batman was, and where he lived. Accordingly, she boxed up the new and enchanted costume. She was careful to place the Cat's Eye Jade underneath everything, so that it would be the last thing taken from the box. Wayne Manor's address was then put onto a label pasted to the exterior, along with a faked delivery charge. All was now ready for the next morning.
* * * * *
That next morning was a Saturday. Selina had figured that Robin would be there at home in Wayne Manor instead of at school, which is why she'd picked that day. As usual, Alfred had been the first to wake up and after his morning shower, went to the kitchen to prepare a pancakes and sausage breakfast. Also as usual, Bruce and Dick showered and dressed just in time to arrive at the table as the delectables were being put in place. Bruce was most definitely in casual mode, since after his shower he'd merely pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and then his robe. Dick was in typical at home clothes, t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Being a Saturday, this was all taking place an hour later than usual, since without Bruce having to go to the office downtown or Dick to the high school for classes, both were able to sleep in a bit later than normal.
When breakfast was finished, Bruce retired to the reading room to catch up on the newspapers and magazines Alfred had set aside for him during the week. Dick did his usual Saturday thing and went down to the Batcave to tune up his motorcycle and check the Batcomputer for any breaking news. Alfred followed him, since the cave was a Saturday item on his daily to do lists. Alfred had to put up with the noise from the Bat cycle for the first hour or so, but since the section of the cave with the extra vehicles was sectioned off, the noise was muted rather well. It was as the noise abated and Master Dick got started on other things that Alfred got more worried. There was never any way of telling what that young man was going to get into.
What he got into would have surprised not only Alfred, but Bruce as well. After signing on to the Batcomputer, Dick put in a connection to the JLA. The advanced systems gave him both audio and visual in communication with their headquarters satellite overhead in a geosynchronous orbit. When the picture came up, Dick saw Zatanna at the console; she had the advantage of seeing his image appear at about the same moment. "Mornin', Robin. What's up?"
"Hi, Zatanna. Is Wonder Woman up there, or if not, can you get me in touch with her?"
"To the best of my knowledge, she's at home in DC right now. Let me page her." Zatanna turned and flipped a few switches.
Moments later, a casually dressed Wonder Woman appeared on the monitor and asked, "Good morning, Zatanna, what did you need?"
"Mornin', Princess. Robin's in the Batcave, wanting to talk to you. Let me patch you two together." Two more switches got flipped.
"Thanks, Zatanna," Dick said, then flipped off the link with the JLA communications console so that only the face of the Amazon was on his screen. "Hi, Wonder Woman. Batman and I were having an interesting discussion a couple of nights ago. This isn't something I want to talk about on a comm link that might be heard by others. Can you spare a few minutes to come by the Batcave today, to give me some advice?"
"Sure, Robin. I don't have anything scheduled for this afternoon, so how about if I use the teleporter and pop up there shortly after lunch?"
"That would be perfect, Wonder Woman, thanks. I'll see you in a couple of hours, then. We'll be in private here, with no more than Alfred or Bruce possibly coming into this part of the cave, so if you want to come as you are, that's fine. If you need to be in your costume, though, I can always get into mine."
"No, don't bother, Boy Wonder. I'll be a lot happier to stay in jeans today. See ya later."
"Okay, bye."
With that, Dick clicked off the communications console and turned to the data banks. There was a special connection there to the records Batgirl kept on her own, which often surprised the guys with the sheer volume of info she'd found using her own particular methods. He got so wrapped up in his reading that time started to pass unnoticed. Alfred was going to bring him a sandwich and cookies, but set them aside when he saw how attentive to the info his younger charge was. He then got back into his cleaning and dusting.
Meanwhile, upstairs in Wayne Manor, Bruce heard the front gate chime. He knew Alfred was down in the cave and would have heard the similar bell down there, so he tapped the button which sent a beep to the cave announcing that he would get the door. He punched a button allowing the gate to open after seeing it was just a young looking delivery boy, then waited until he got closer to the door. Upon opening the massive oak door, he saw the delivery boy with a grin on his face and a medium sized box in his hands. Bruce didn't see any need for identification from the youngster, and so missed out on finding that he was just a kid to whom Selina had paid a handful of cash to bring the box to his door. Selina had thought to give the youngster a receipt pad to make it look at least somewhat official, and after Bruce signed for it, he took the box into the mansion.
Bruce could get no clue from the box's exterior as to from whom it had come, and a quick shake produced no sounds of anything metallic or heavy banging around. As a typical safety procedure, he passed the box by the scanner Alfred had on the book case. It showed no indications of any explosive materials. He didn't want to just randomly rip open the wrapping on the box, just in case, so Bruce took the box back to his bedroom, and thence into his study. From his top desk drawer he extracted a short bladed hobby knife which usually substituted for the more often used, cruder appearing box opener. He took them both back into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the as yet still unmade bed. He used the blade to slice around the entire top of the box, then peeled away that part of the wrapping. The rest of the wrapping practically fell away from the box.
A single piece of tape set lengthwise along the top flaps of the box was all he could see securing it, so one quick swipe of the blade took care of that. He set aside the knife, then opened up the box. What he found appeared to be a dark blue, almost black, very skimpy leotard on top of a number of other items which looked like some kind of costume. A female costume.
The magic was already affecting Bruce, however. He backed away from the box, feeling very strange as his height relative to the room seemed to be decreasing. It stopped when he seemed to be around a foot shorter than before. His robe seemed to be becoming tighter in certain spots on his body, and much looser on others. He pulled off the robe to see a pair of breasts ballooning out from his chest, growing, filling out, weighing down on his chest until they were bigger than any tits he'd ever seen, from any angle. The problem was, the angle from which he saw these made them his.
Then he noticed the way his shorts were about to burst at the seams, and nearly tore them off. His hips now were shaped like those of a fashion model, with a waist that seemed too narrow to be true above them. Behind his hips he could barely see but easily feel a very round and padded ass, and upon looking down, saw long, lean but exquisitely shaped, smooth female legs. Where those legs came together, he saw he now had a bushy black haired feminine mound with a slit in it where he once had a set of balls and a prick surrounded by much scruffier black hair. At this point Bruce knew somehow he'd been turned into a female, and saw both her svelte arms and dainty hands with long and pointed fingernails that looked very much like claws.
She turned to the vertical mirror on her bedroom door, and noted the vision of long, black haired beauty she saw in the reflection. 'My God, I've become more beautiful than any of the models I know. I could easily take any of their places in fashion shows!' Deep inside her mind, she now knew that she had one life to live on fashion catwalks. Besides the reflection of herself, she noted how everything in the room now looked quite feminine instead of the past macho male look. The simple white sheets she'd been sitting upon when at the bed now were a pastel pale green with lace edges.
From the perspective of the mirror reflection, she could see that her breasts stood out from her chest with swollen and erect nipples, looking like those of a young woman who has not yet had gravity put any sag at all in them. She reached up with her clawed hands to cup these monstrous breasts, and felt new and exciting sensations course through her body, centering upon that new slit in her crotch. 'I've got the tits of an exotic dancer,' she thought, and without realizing it, had imprinted that second lifestyle into her psyche, also.
One look into her closet showed that its entire contents had been altered just as had the rest of the room. She was about to reach for one of the dresses hanging there when she felt an urge to go to the box instead. Bruce pulled out the leotard, and found a pair of medium blue tights below it. Somehow, she knew to pull these on first. It almost felt to her like the instructions were coming from the box. After she'd pulled the top of the tights up to her extremely narrow waist, she reached for the leotard again. She noted how high the legs were cut, how deep and wide the V in front was, and saw the high collar on its back. She slipped her legs through the leotard's holes and centered it over her new and massive chest before pulling the neck up and over her head. She ruffled the collar up, and shook her hair to fall over and around it.
When she faced herself in the mirror now, Bruce saw how the costume clung to her new form, showing plenty of cleavage and looking sexy as hell. She knew very well that she was the one who looked sexy as hell, and that putting on more of the costume would make her even sexier. She found a wide blue belt which matched the leotard, and had a long, curled tail mounted to the back, and buckled it just above the wide point of her hips, well below her tiny waist. Then she reached into the box for the pair of boots. She sat on the side of her bed to slip these on, then tightened their buckles across her insteps. When she stood in them, she felt a bolt of feminine power surge through her body. No matter what her past, she now knew herself to be a female without question, and not just any female, but one who had supreme willpower. The heels gave her already fine looking legs a shape which was nearly indescribable, and gave her the knowledge that she was one of, if not the worst possible conniving bitches in the world. A wicked sneer formed on her lips.
Another reach into the box produced a pair of near shoulder length dark blue gloves to match her leotard. The claws at her fingertips fitted into even longer and sharper claws at the tip of each finger of these gloves. Now she not only looked sexy as hell, but in addition, wicked as hell. Bruce was lost in the feelings of sexiness and wickedness, and reached into the box for the mask laying on the bottom. It was bright red with points going up over her ears, and had eye holes to make her look like a vixen. The part going over her nose had what looked like cat whiskers, contributing even more to the vixen's appearance. The coiled whip she pulled out clipped onto her belt, and gave the vixen the look of a cruel dominatrix.
Finally, knowing deep inside that she was now the sexiest and most wicked looking vixen ever seen, Bruce pulled out the last item in the box. She held up the Cat's Eye Jade, and her masked eyes locked onto it. When finally she blinked in recognition, the wicked vixen knew that her name was no longer Bruce, but Selina.
Selina Wayne.
Catwoman.
Catwoman placed her gem into the mounting at the bottom of the V exposing so much of her cleavage, and struck a pose in her mirror. She noted a certain lack, and after going into her bathroom and raising the mask over her head, sat at her makeup table. First on was the powder to give her face some depth, then the blush on her cheeks. Eyeliner and mascara gave her eyes the look of the femme fatale she wanted, and lipstick to match her mask and a bit of lip liner finished her new look. She dropped her mask back into place, and this time saw the beautiful but deadly face she wanted.
* * * * *
Circe felt the change as it occurred, and knew that by now all files in Arkham Asylum and the GCPD showed not a single arrest record for Selina Wayne, Catwoman. She was just too wily and talented to ever get captured. Wayne Manor had already been morphed into a mansion housing just female inhabitants. She smiled when she realized that Selina Kyle had neglected to tell her just who Batman was. Well, she knew now, not that it mattered since for the rest of the world, Batman has never existed.
* * * * *
Before reality shifted, and any realization of a lack of Batman could affect what she was doing, Wonder Woman used the JLA teleporter to zap into the Batcave. Dick was there to meet her at the tube, since a signal had gone off on the computer when the Amazon was enroute. He led her to a small rest area looking quite a bit like an austere lounge, which happened to be just in front of the elevator doors leading from the cave up to the mansion and vice versa. They both sat, and Dick brought up the fact that he was now at the point where women were a subject in which he was taking a bit too strong a notice. It was slowing down his reactions in fighting female criminals. He also mentioned the fact that Batgirl had started to help a bit in this direction, but that he was looking for some guidance from the one woman he knew to be of strong enough morals to resist sexual overtures.
"I'm not sure just how I can help you, Robin. Can I call you Dick, since we're here alone? Feel free to call me Diana."
"Sure, Diana."
"The thing you're going to have to realize is that as you become an adult, the urges in your body are going to become stronger and stronger. You need to channel these urges, and prioritize your feelings. When in a battle with criminals, be they male or female, you have to set aside all aspects of their appearance, and concentrate upon the task at hand."
Before Dick could answer her, a bonus that neither Selina Kyle nor Circe could have hoped for occurred.
The elevator doors from the mansion opened up, and upon hearing the doors, both Dick and Diana looked over. Both saw the most wicked looking vision in light and dark blue with red trim staring at them, and stood in near shock. Both knew right away that they were looking upon Catwoman. Both noticed the massive change in the decor of the Batcave as she entered, becoming more like a Cat's Lair.
Both then changed, themselves.
Catwoman saw the young man she knew to be Robin, and pictured in her mind the young assistant she should have. The costume's magic then took over. Dick Grayson felt a similar series of changes to his body as Bruce had encountered, but in a much more rapid chain of events. One moment HE had been standing there as a young and virile Dick Grayson, clad in jeans, a red t-shirt and white sneakers, known as Robin. The next moment, SHE was standing there as a young and sexy looking Sandra Grayson, clad in a long sleeved, shiny black leotard, black fishnet tights, knee high black boots with ultra high heels zipped tight to her calves, elbow length black gloves with sharp claws, and a black domino mask over her eyes, known as Catgirl.
The Catwoman costume's magic did an even stranger thing to Wonder Woman. Catwoman had recognized her as the Amazon right away, accessed her memories of a cat type villainess the heroine had once battled, and without even thinking about it, influenced what the magic could do to her. The moment Catwoman appeared before her eyes, all record in the world of Diana Prince and Wonder Woman disappeared.
Circe noticed this right away, and watched mystically as the magic progressed.
The casual clothes on the black haired beauty's body vanished, to be replaced by a full body covering catsuit of a yellowish orange color, with black spots. Her long black hair was fully up inside the cowl which covered her head and had tiny cat ears on it, and a long tail swayed from above her behind. The flesh colored gloves covering her hands, actually the ends of the catsuit's sleeves, had wicked looking red claws on their fingertips. The ends of the catsuit's legs had built in boots, giving the ex-Amazon an even greater height with their heels. Wonder Woman was no more, and in her place stood another feline criminal with no morals whatsoever to aid and assist Catwoman and Catgirl. The magic had turned her into Priscilla Wayne, cousin of Selina, and known now as Cheetah.
Just as Catgirl and Cheetah had finished their abrupt transformations, Alfred had the bad timing to come around the corner and see all three feline felons. He'd already noted the change the cave had undergone, and now felt the magic take hold of his own body. In the blink of an eye, the grey haired, aged and almost decrepit butler was turned into a blonde haired, young, vivacious and voluptuous French maid, now known as Angelique. This name was a misnomer, however. Inside the mind of Angelique lurked the devilish slave to all her feline mistresses. If anything, she was more evil to the core than any of her mistresses.
* * * * *
Circe noted the abrupt change in the world this spell had brought about, and with glee mystically contacted Selina Kyle to pass on the good news.
Selina attempted to tell Lex Luthor about it, but with the change in reality, he no longer knew of any Selina Kyle. He only knew of Catwoman, who kept her identity hidden from all. He refused to take her call. Belatedly, Selina realized that Luthor had no idea who 'Batman' was that she was so proud of changing, and also had no memory of the original Catwoman. On a brighter note, she also realized that now there would be no one to connect her to the past she'd left behind.
Circe was a bit early in her congratulations, though. More was to come, and soon.
There were still quite a few hours left before the twelve hour limit on the Catwoman costume's transformation abilities would expire.
* * * * *
As soon as dusk fell over Gotham City that day, Catwoman and her kittens made a near perfect heist in the Gotham Museum of History. No police came upon the scene, but one well known crime fighter must have come upon some clue that led her to chance upon the feline felons as they were slowly but surely using their claws to etch circular holes in display cases holding rare and ultra valuable gems and jewels. Batgirl was more than a bit astonished to see Cheetah in Gotham City, and the black clad kitten looked like someone she could get to like, if only she wasn't evil. Then the Dominoed Dare Doll came upon Catwoman herself. In the brief moment she had to herself, Batgirl noticed how well built this Catwoman was compared to the one she had been seeing on a semi regular basis for some feminine fun.
Moments after Catwoman saw her, however, the suit's magic took hold of her. A sly grin formed on her lips as she realized just how much fun she could have with this new Catwoman. Batgirl lost any connection to rightfulness and justice, while her black with yellow trim costume disappeared. In its place appeared a sleeveless bright green leotard with leafy edgings to all its edges. The matching green boots coming up to her knees, with arches and heels high enough to give her a much needed boost in height, also had leafy trim around their tops. A green domino mask appeared over her eyes, and her lips turned to a deep green color. Those lips now had the power to enslave and change any male to whatever form she desired, in addition to all the original plant and pheromone powers Catwoman knew she was supposed to have.
She was now a vision in shiny green, with just her red hair to set it off, and for the first time, she had claws on her fingers. Unlike her new teammates, however, her costume had no tail. Barbara Grayson, sister to Sandra, was now the new Poison Ivy, and helped them with the rest of the heist, all returning to Wayne Manor and the Cat's Lair below to fully enjoy the remainder of the evening. Angelique was waiting for them, sexual toys and other more vicious playthings at the ready.
* * * * *
When Circe noticed this last change in the world's reality, she knew Selina Kyle's original plan had succeeded many times over. The JLA had no Batman, nor any similar hero in his place, nor did it have a super powered Amazon at Superman's side. Gotham City would now be ripe for plucking by the new gang of female felines, with none of the original heroes on hand to back up the police.
Selina Kyle was just short of overjoyed to hear about the final results. She had so hoped that in her retired life she'd be able to have some fun in bed with Batgirl. Since there was no Batgirl any more, it looked like she was out of luck.
Then again, if she were to go to Wayne Manor and ask nicely...
* * * * *
Epilogue...
Catwoman never was apprehended by the police during any of the crimes she committed. It seems she had the knowledge to outwit them no matter what they tried.
She eventually got bored with the dominatrix look, at least while out on heists (it still got a lot of action in the Manor and the Lair), and came up with a striking royal purple catsuit which clung to her body like it had been spray painted on. For trim she had thigh high black boots and shoulder length black gloves.
Selina Kyle eventually moved in at the Manor. She was pleased to become a playmate of Poison Ivy, getting her original wishes fulfilled. Selina and Angelique have had the grandest time also, whenever they aren't having fun with any of the cats...
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