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3 things before you begin to read this story. 1- I know it's terrible 2- this was the first story. i intend to write a better story before the end of the weekend and replace this one with it. 3- This is more like a fanfic than a story so just ignore it if you want

No title The young woman swung her arm out as her alarm clock blasted in her ear; throwing the contraption into the wall where it continued to go off. She rolled over; pushing herself up with her hands as her shoulder length, brown hair framed her face. The girl stood up and walked to the bathroom and took a shower. She could still hear the radio as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. **“Good morning Gotham City! The weather today is cloudy, with the usual light fog around those areas closest to the bay. And now to the top ten on today’s countdown!”** The woman glanced in the mirror and combed out her hair, combing it into a careful ponytail as she examined her appearance. Her shockingly blue eyes stood out compared to the freckles on her oval face. Noticing the time she quickly dressed in her police uniform and brushed her teeth as she rushed out the door of the apartment and headed towards Dunkin’ Doughnuts to buy something to bring in. “Morning Officer Snows! Hey you read our minds!!! We were just about to send someone out for some of these!!!!” The officer relieved the woman of the boxes of doughnuts and coffee and placed it on a table just a few strides away. The woman noticed a senior officer striding towards her and she walked forward to meet him. “Good morning, [|Commissioner] .” “Morning Snows. We have a job for you today. You think you could meet me in my office after you go through the filing work on your desk?” “Yes, Commissioner Gordon.” The two parted- one to get a doughnut and the other to a desk covered in manila folders. Officer Snows sorted through her paper work after she put her coat on the back of her chair and sat down. “//Important. Not so Important. Get to the Filing department//.” She thought to herself as she placed the folders into each respective pile. She went through the first two piles and placed them in the filing pile. She took care of the filing department last since she could get the last of the coffee and a doughnut on her way back. “Damnit. Out of doughnuts; why do they have to kill them off so soon everyday?” She spoke softly under her breath as a small smirk played on her lips; imagining her co-workers moans if she ever brought in low calorie foods. “Cat!” The officer looked up at the sound of her name. She glanced around; shocked that someone would use her nickname so casually. A moment later Cat noticed that it was a young man who spoke. “Grayson!!! Oh my god I haven’t seen you in forever!!!!!” She ran towards him and received his bear hug. Dick Grayson, the son of two skilled acrobats and Catherine’s best friend for the past thirteen years. They met a few hours before his parents were killed in an accident caused by some mafia members. She helped him out then, just as he helped her when just a few weeks after that incident her family was killed by the same people. She was even there when Bruce Wayne became the legal guardian of Dick. Dick disappeared for a while after college, but came back every few weeks or so. But when he did, he always begged Cat to make her famous chocolate cake for him. “Dick, I think you can let go now...I kinda can’t breathe!” gasped Cat. Dick loosened his death grip on her as he spoke. “Oops. Sorry Cat. But how have things been? Everything was so boring in New York so I just thought I would stop by good old Gotham to see what’s up.” “Same as always. Oh, hey, I’m supposed to see the commissioner right about now. I’ll see you later?” She looked up into his gray eyes and ruffled his dark hair for a second before he smiled back at her. “Yeah sure. Hey you should stop by the house later! Alfred mentioned how he had some cake for desert. That and Bruce kinda told me to get you over there.” Cat smirked a bit and lightly punched his arm. “So he’s got to twist your arm just to convince you?” “I didn’t mean it like that!” Dick looked a little perplexed as she started to walk away from him. “I know you didn’t! Jeeze, there is a wonderful thing called sarcasm!” She turned her head and smiled, laughing silently at the face that had planted itself on her friends face. Quickly, she made her way to the Commissioners office and knocked twice on the door. “Come in.” Gordon spoke as Cat entered the office. “The job put aside for you is basic. Incredibly easy.” He smiled as she walked into the room. “And it is?” Cat looked a bit confused as she sat in the chair opposite her boss. “You’ve been working nonstop here for three years straight. Not even a sick day, Catherine. I think a vacation is way overdue.” He shuffled the papers on his desk and looked up at her. “You’ll work the rest of today and then you have about a full month of vacation. Have fun with it. Oh, and if I even see your face around here I’ll be sure to call Mr. Wayne and ask him to find you something to do.” “Is there an actual reason for all of this other than the fact I haven’t taken any days off?” She looked at Gordon quizzically. She didn’t mind have all that time off; maybe she might even be able to clean her apartment and catch up on reading some of the Sherlock Holmes stories she had laying about. ‘Nothing at all. The higher ups are trying to make good on all the vacation time they owe certain people for once, that’s all. Oh, and Bruce called saying Dick was back in town.” Cat laughed, “I just saw him! He came to visit just now. I guess I’ll see you around then Commissioner; seeing how my shift ends in two minutes.” “See you next month then.” The commissioner smiled as she walked out of his office and returned to the papers. Catherine waked into the apartment and closed the door gently behind her. A whole month off! That was new. She headed towards her room and changed into some blue jeans and a casual sweater. She kicked off her boots and replaced them with sneakers and donned her leather biker jacket and she walked back towards the door. She grabbed a helmet and tucked it under her arms as she locked her door and made her way to her motorcycle. She revved up her Italian 125 cc Cagiva Planet and placed the helmet on her head. Just minutes after she arrived home she was back outside and headed towards Wayne mansion. Cat raced up the drive way and came to a stop before the front door. She stepped off her bike and removed her helmet as she took another look at the mansion. It was huge, with some ivy along the brick framing the door and gothic style windows. “Ms. Snows! How good to see you! Let me take your jacket.” Alfred took the leather jacket from Cat. “Mr. Wayne and Mr. Grayson are in the kitchen waiting for you before they start in on the cake.” “Thanks, Alfred. How have things been with you?” Cat adjusted her sweater as Alfred also took her helmet and placed it in a closet with her coat. “Fine, thank you. Now if you please allow me to go ahead of you. Mr. Grayson asked me to inform him of your arrival before you entered the kitchen. “I’ll be back momentarily.” Alfred walked quickly to inform his boss of their guest. Cat walked around the room slowly, scanning each picture before moving on to the next. They were old, and valuable. Some of them were copies, but only because the originals were priceless and hidden in a secret vault somewhere in the manor. A smirk played on Cats face as she saw Alfred speed walking back towards her. “I was asked to make you wear this.” The older man handed her what appeared to be a blind cloth and when she unfolded it; she realized that it was exactly that. Alfred helped her tie it around her head and lead her in the direction of the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked cake hovered in the air along with an extra burning smell. //“Candles? It’s gotta be candles.”// A realization came to her just as Dick swiftly removed the blindfold and they all shouted “Happy Birthday, Catherine!” “Oh, my god! I completely forgot today was my twenty first birthday!” Cat yelped as she spotted the chocolate cake with number candles. She blew out the candles before the wax could start to melt onto the cake. The men laughed at her reaction and handed her the cake knife so she could cut the pieces. She cut the cake into four large slices and passed them out and took a fork from the several that Alfred had taken out. All four had just taken about three bites when Dick had shouted, “Like it or not, it’s time for your presents!” As he handed her a small blue box with a powdered blue ribbon tied in a bow. It was way too neat for Dick to have wrapped it so she assumed he had gotten some help from Alfred of Mr. Wayne. She opened the box carefully and pulled out a small silver locket in the shape of heart and chain. “It’s beautiful! Can you help me put it on?” Cat pulled her hair out of the way as Dick fastened the necklace around her neck. She let her hair fall as she turned around and gave him a tight hug as a thank you. A while later she had opened her other presents. Receiving some new china for her kitchen from Alfred and a first edition volume of Sherlock Holmes from Mr. Wayne. Both had received hugs as a thank you. Dick was loading everything in his car so she could take it home that night when there was a small crash that came from the back of the garage. “I’ll go see what it was. Can you finish up here?” Dick placed the china down carefully next to car as he walked towards where the sound came from. Just as she finished placing the china on the floor of the car so it wouldn’t break in any way and closed the door, Cat felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, and was greeted by a cloth and an overly sweet smell. Cat collapsed as the same word ran through her mind. “// Chloroform.” // She heard someone shout her name and suddenly several heavy thuds followed. Cat woke to the smell of rotting fish and sea water. Her head pounded, and she realized that her hands were bound and were starting to go numb. There was a second rope tied around her torso and linked to a winch and pulley. She also noticed that someone had dressed her up to look like a female version of the Riddler. The skirt was styled like it popped out of the fifties; green with purple question marks. She had on a white shirt with purple question marks and the shoes were black, one inch heels. “So the sleeping beauty has decided to wake up. About time, the boss was starting to think we overdosed you.” A gruff voice spoke and a large figure stepped out of the shadows. “Who exactly is your boss? And what the hell does he want with me?” she voiced softly. Her throat was overly dry and the room spun wildly as she slowly sat up. Before the henchman could answer her she heard a sick laugh and a crank start. With each crank she was raised off the floor until she was eyelevel with her captor. “Riddler.” Cat’s eyes grew wide as she spat out his name. He frowned at her response to seeing him and took a step closer to her. “It seems the captive kitten doesn’t like her new owner much. Too bad. Then I guess it would be worse to inform you that you’ve managed to catch my attention. In more ways than one.” He looked her up and down slowly and Cat grimaced in disgust. “Well then I assume you’ll be overjoyed to realize that the Batman and his lapdog sidekick will be here momentarily to rescue you.” A wicked smile played on his unnaturally thin lips as Cats eyes widened. // “What the hell would they be doing here?! I’m just on vacation. I’ve never had any real connection with any top crime lords. And no way in hell do I even know who they hell the real identies of those two weirdos are!!!” // Catherine screamed in her head as she heard shouts and explosions come from outside the building. Steadily, the sounds were getting louder and the Riddler started to look uneasy. He took the final step forward and was inches from her face. Just as the door slammed open his lips crashed down on hers and his tongue forcefully entered her mouth. “Cat!” A familiar shout filled the room and the Riddler turned to the speaker. Cat spat as soon as the Riddler wasn’t paying attention to her. The cranking noisy started again and she was raised higher above the ground as the floor underneath her began to move outwards. She looked down and shuddered as she realized that she was hanging above a pool of acid. “Cat!” The voice called out in anguish and she realized where she had heard it before. A voice that she had hoped to never hear again. Fourteen years earlier that same voice had called out to his parents as they fell to their deaths. But when her head snapped up she saw only Batman, Robin, and the Riddler. The Riddler had moved to sit on his throne as he forced the other two to become his unwilling pawns in a sick game of answer the riddle. “Robin boy, here’s another.” The Riddler seemed to squeal as he thought of another riddle for the pair. “A man walks into a bar and tells the bartender “It’s my birthday, give me a drink.” The bartender asked the man. “How old are you?” And the man replies with sixteen. how does the man get his beer?” The Riddler face was calm seeing as how he had asked a rather simple riddle. “It’s February 29. The man was born on a leap year.” Robin answered and looked anxiously up to where Cat dangled above the liquid. “Correct.” A smug look plastered itself on his face as he moved on to question Batman. “What holds flesh and blood, yet has no bottom?” Batman thought for a moment and in that moment the Riddler’s smug face turned into a wide grin. Batman glanced at Robin then followed his partner’s eyes up to wear Catherine was hanging by a rope. None of them noticed that the old rope was beginning to fray and had started to tear. “A ring.” Batman looked at the Riddler just as a crack filled the room. They all looked up to see that half of the rope that had supported Catherine was starting to fall apart. The Batman sprung forward to attack. Cat screamed as the last bit of rope tore and she plummeted towards the acid. Robin charged forward and jumped at the last second; catching her in midair and landing on the other side of the pool. “You okay, Cat?” Robin asked as he quickly untied her. “Nice getup by the way.” “I feel like by stomach leaped into my throat. And it’s not like I asked to wear this! I wake up and I was already changed!” She coughed a bit and rubbed her wrists to get the blood flowing again. Her eyes widened in reconigition as she looked into Robins gray eyes and suddenly she was out cold again. “You think she’ll come to anytime soon?” A voice spoke softly not to far from her in a worried tone. “Knowing her, yes. You might want to get her upstairs before she notices all this. Don’t bother, it’s too late know.” Footsteps came closer as Cat opened her eyes. “Oww.” Cat groaned as she rolled over. Her eyes slammed open as the memories flooded her mind. Cat sat up straight and gripped her head as her everything swam in her vision. She glanced around the cavernous room full of large computer screens cars, and equipment. “Easy, Cat. Drink some water.” An arm supported her back as a hand held a glass of the liquid to her lips. The glass was empty in seconds and Cat coughed a bit. The arm helped her steady herself as she stood and took in the view of the batcave. She glanced at the two figures that stood before her and the one that still stood next to her. The last still had thier arm around her shoulders to hold her steady. She looked at the only with out a mask and spoke. “Alfred.” She glanced at the figure in black. “Batman. Or would you rather I said Mr. Wayne?” The man smiled and removed his mask. Catherine turned slowly to the last one in the room. “Dick.” Dick proceeded to remove his mask and gave her a soft hug. “You had us worried, Cat.” Bruce Wayne spoke as Dick let her go. Cat winced involuntarily as Bruce spoke. “You should have seen Dick there. He was going crazy while we were searching for you. Would have started pulling his hair out if we hadn’t found you at the warehouses.” Cat blushed a bit and glanced at Dick. He glanced back, his ears a bright red. “Nearly went crazy when the Riddler kissed you too.” Dick leaned a bit to whisper in her ear, but Alfred and Bruce laughed a bit as if they heard. Cat fingered the locket the he had given her and smiled. “//He was jealous?”// she thought to herself. Just then her silent question was answered. As if he had read her thoughts he responded. “I wanted to kill him for doing that to you before me.” // “He was jealous!!!” //  Dick looked a little shocked as she laughed. “I swear I’m not laughing at you! I’m glad you came. Really I am. Oh god I was terrified. And you’re hearing this from a cop too! I should be used to dealing with creeps like him by now!” She hugged Bruce, then Alfred, and lastly Dick. Dick returned her hug tightly as Bruce and Alfred left the room. Dick let go slowly, as if he was afraid she was sand slipping through his fingers. “You’re not hurt, right?” “Nothing a meal couldn’t fix up!” Cat laughed softly as his panicked eyes examined her bruised wrists. “I guess it’s a date then?” Cat laughed. “Absolutley!”