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Subject: Catwoman - Double Standard 1/5 (mf ff nc bdsm)
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Disclaimer:
This story contains material of a sexual nature, and depicts 
graphic nudity, sex, and adult situations.  If you are below the 
legal age to view such materials, please stop now.  If you object 
to either sexual situations, or the depiction of cultural icons 
in such situations, stop reading now.  If you choose to disregard this 
warning, you are about average.

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Catwoman - Double Standard
Chapter 1

The powerful car glided through the streets of Gotham, as black as 
the night it prowled.  The driver quickly scanned the instruments, 
and dimmed the lights. As the car approached the museum, the growl 
of the engine also faded away. Silent as a shadow and dark as a 
nightmare, the vehicle coasted to a stop.  It wasn't the car, of 
course, that made a certain class of people afraid.  It was the 
occupant.

Leaping from the cockpit, eyes fully adjusted to the darkness in 
the alley, the masked crimefighter cast a line with an oddly 
shaped hook up the side of the building and quickly began to 
climb.  The alarms in the building had been disabled, but the 
criminals had missed a few special devices left there the previous 
night. Those signals were coming from the second floor, in a room 
where new acquisitions were inspected and prepared.  The latest 
shipment was Egyptian, and an obvious target for at least one of 
the state's more colorful criminals.

Black and dark purple fading to invisibility in the shadowed side-
alley.  Entry was made on the third floor.  Some criminals 
expected a certain crimefighter to enter by the window, and 
predictability was something to be avoided.  They would be 
watching the windows, as well as the elevator and the lower 
stairwells.  Doom would strike them from above.

The first guard never saw what hit him.  A sharp kick to the back 
of his head, powered by a leap from the landing above, sent him to 
oblivion with no alarm raised.  He would wake up in jail.

The second lookout fell as quickly, a sharp blow behind the ear 
sending him to join his cohort in unconsciousness.

After trussing the guards in special plastic ties, the shadowed 
figure glided towards the inspection room.  A gentle scratch on 
the door caught one thug's curiosity, and he pushed the door open 
an inch to see.  An inch was enough to reveal the thug's position, 
and a sharp kick to the door drove him across the room, and into 
painful slumber.  Then the two faced each other.  One stood by a 
wooden table, caressing a pair of perfectly match onyx cats, 
priceless on the international market.

"Catwoman!', growled the gravelly voice.

"Two-Face!", replied the crime-fighter, ready for battle.

The gangster chuckled slightly at the sight of the athletic woman 
facing him. "I was expecting someone else, but you'll do until the 
real thing comes along." Drawing his matched automatic pistols, he 
opened fire on the figure framed in the open doorway.

At least, she had been in the doorway.  As the guns came out, she 
took a half step back, vanishing immediately into the shadows, 
like the Cheshire cat.  The guns fired into empty darkness.

From the shadows beyond came the taunting voice, "Black cats are 
bad luck, Two-face, and all cats are black in the dark."

"Castor, Pollux, get her!", snarled the bifurcate badman.  Two 
heavy set men moved like a pair of middle-linebackers towards the 
door, and the darkness beyond.  Twoface waited, casually tossing 
his lucky coin.  What would it decide?  This lady had played both 
sides of the law, which appealed to him. But she had upset his 
plans, appearing where he had expected the Batman, and he hated 
that type of surprise.  What would her fate be?  Live or die?

He heard the sharp crack of a whip, followed by a heavy thud.  One 
down. A burst of gunfire, a cry of rage, and another body hit the 
floor. "Two for two.", he mused.  Pity there was only one of her.  
Batman and Robin were a pair, to be divided or joined.  Dynamic 
Duo.  He could relate to that. But cats were solitary, and this 
one was no exception.  And even with all his thugs gone, he had 
her outnumbered two to one.

Catwoman finished securing the terrible twins, and moved towards 
the back room once again.  The two bruisers might have been a 
challenge in a fair fight, but she didn't fight fair.  She had 
lured them from a lit room into a dark one. Her eyes were already 
adjusted to that darkness, while they had been fighting blind.  
Even so, taking them out had taken time. 

As she re-entered the inspection room, she saw only the one thug 
she had knocked out with the door.  Twoface was gone.  But this 
man wasn't as badly hurt as the others.  He could be made to talk.  
She started towards him, but never made it.  Something slammed 
into the back of her head, and the floor hit her in the face.  As 
she fell, she realized her mistake.  She had forgotten that Two-
Face's goons always worked in pairs.  She had only taken out one 
thug in this room.

* * * * *

Twoface stood over the fallen adventuress, hefting a statue in one 
hand. She was good, quick and lethal, but a stone cat to the head 
had put her down fast.  She couldn't take a punch like the Batman.  
Drawing his .44 caliber pistol with one hand, he tossed his coin 
with the other, setting the wheel of fate in motion.  The double-
headed coin tumbled in the air and fell into his waiting palm... 
good-heads.  Regretfully, he re-holstered his gun, gathered his 
gang, and left.

Catwoman watched the murderous maniac through slitted eyes as he 
left.  The blow to the head had indeed stunned her, but she was 
tougher than Two-Face had given her credit for.  She had been 
waiting for him to get close enough for her to use her 
considerable martial skills.  She would have moved if he had 
actually aimed that gun at her.

She came to her feet in a single, fluid motion, ready to pursue.  
Perhaps she had miscalculated her injury, or maybe she simply 
stood up too fast, but the room spun around her, and she had to 
lean against the table to keep from falling again.  Carefully, she 
bent over and placed her head between her knees, and waited for 
her vision to clear.

She heard Two-face's car as he left, the powerful twin-cam, dual 
exhaust roadster roaring off into the night.  But where?

Feeling a bit shakey, the feline huntress decided to take the 
stairs down, instead of going out the window.  She would place an 
anonymous call to the police from her car.

* * * * *

"What's for dinner?", roared the two-toned gangster as he entered 
his abode.  A pair of shapely blondes took turns answering him.

"Sweet and Sour Duck", replied the vision in black silk.

"Twice-baked chicken and refried beans", countered her leather-
clad cohort.

"Leftovers again?", snarled the gangster.  "I love it!"  But as he 
settled down to eat, his thoughts kept going back to Catwoman.  He 
was, of course, his own mirror image.  Handsome and hideous, 
subtle and direct, cultured and crude. Once Harvey Dent, crusading 
DA, he was now Two-face, master criminal.

But she was a reflection as well, from a different mirror.  Female 
to his male, a woman who was a master criminal when he had upheld 
the law.  Love for the Batman had changed her, just as hatred for 
the Bat had changed him.  Now, she upheld the law, and he was the 
master criminal.  It was like a dance, his movements mirroring 
hers.  The symmetry appealed to him.

The symmetry of her body had also appealed to him.  Firm, shapely 
thighs, sensuous curves, and two of the largest, most perfect 
breasts he had ever seen in either of his lives.  Her costume, 
like a second skin, a coat of paint against her body, highlighted 
her hips, and the twin globes of her ass.  Sugar and Spice were 
undeniably beautiful, but Catwoman was twice the woman that either 
of them were.  And Two-face was twice the man that Batman was.  He 
wanted her, particularly if his hated foe, Batman, wanted to keep 
her for himself.  Love and hate melded in his twisted mind, and he 
ate his meals in uncharacteristic silence.

* * * *

Catwoman prowled the streets of Gotham in her custom black 
Corvette, watching the scanner set into the extended dashboard.  
The signal from the bugs she had placed in the twin cats was 
intermittent, constantly interrupted by intervening buildings.  
She had it narrowed down to a five-block area, but that was still 
too much territory to search.

She wondered for a moment if she should call Batman.  His 
Batcopter could rise above the obstacles, and make this job a 
snap. As Selena Kyle, she had met Bruce Wayne, and they became 
friends. As Catwoman and Batman they had faced each other as 
enemies.  When they discovered each other's secrets, love had won 
out and she had quit her life of crime.  She would love the chance 
to work with him now, but wanted their first professional 
partnership to be a meeting between equals. She couldn't call him, 
asking for help.

Finally, an idea struck her.  Two-face was a gangster, in the 
style of old Chicago.  He was also insane, with a fixation on 
pairs and sets.  Accessing the Internet from her laptop, she 
called up an old map of Gotham.  One where the individual 
neighborhoods still had names.

"Purrrfect", she chortled, patting her PC affectionately.  "Maybe 
I should start calling this my Cat-Computer". The area she was 
looking at was called Twin Bridges.  It was divided up the middle 
by 22nd street, and split crossways by Doubletree Lane. And there, 
at the corner of 22nd and Doubletree, was the Heads or Tails 
Mirror Factory.

"How do people like Two-face find these places?", she wondered.  
"And why is it that the police can't?"

Catwoman parked her car in an alley down the block from the 
suspected hideout, and easily scaled the wall of the nearest 
building.  She would approach the place via the rooftops, so there 
was no way she could be spotted coming in.

Leaping the gaps between the aging structures with feline grace, 
she closed in on her prey.  She cat-footed her way across the old 
roof, both for silence and for safety.  These old buildings had 
been abandoned for a reason:  They were unsafe, and a mis-step 
might send her crashing through the fragile old roof. Her cat-
burglar skills made picking the lock on the roof door easy, and 
she made her way inside.

She dropped silently to the second floor, expecting trouble all 
the way.  She encountered none.  The floor was skewed, giving the 
entire place a Dali-esque look.  "Hmm", she muttered.  "Looks like 
some of my old haunts."  Spotting a single set of footprints in 
the dust, Catwoman set off in search of her prey.

The trail led into an old storage room which still held an 
assortment of mirrors stacked against the walls.  From there, it 
lead to a large mirror, and stopped.

Catwoman examined the mirror carefully.  It appeared to be leaning 
against the wall, but when she tried to move it it became apparent 
that it was attached. Closer examination showed fingerprints by 
one edge of the glass.

Placing her hand at the same spot, she pushed.  Silently, the 
mirror rotated in its frame, exposing a dimly lit hidden room.  
Stealthily, she slipped inside. And came face to face with a pair 
of heavy set men, each with a shotgun leveled at her.

End of Chapter 1

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