Selina entered the name Patricia Walker AKA Hellcat and up came the red haired feline themed vigilante. Selina smiled to herself as she put in some alterations; fetishism, lipstick lesbian dominant bisexuality, loving devotion to Selina…
*
Patsy sat on her couch, she was flipping throw one of the old comics her mother had made about her. It was still incredibly weird that her parents had made her the star of her own comic. Goodness, it could drive a girl to drink just thinking about it.
Patsy felt dizzy for a second, but shock it off.
She looked back at one of the artifacts that had driven her to flee her mother’s exploitation. Thank Baset that she had found Selina when she ran away from home. Not only had she been a goddess sent, she was what saved her life! She couldn’t believe that she had almost settled into that shame marriage with Buzz. Sure she could fuck with a guy, but as bisexual as she was, she was into girly girls first and foremost and Selina had helped her come to terms with herself instead of hating herself for it. After hooking up with Selina and her kittens Holly and Felicia, Patsy was finally trained to be a heroine by the best cat thief in the world and the only fighter that could bring the bat to a draw on a regular occurrence. Of course there had been mishaps along the way, that sniper guarding the cursed Baset idol had sent her to hell. In the end Baset herself had returned Patsy to Selina, stronger and better than ever.
*
Selina smiled as she read over the new history of how Hellcat became one of her kittens. Selina wondered if Baset really did favor her and her pride like the notes entailed. Selina decided against pushing it too far and instead brought up another feature on the interface and entered in a different address. Then she thought for a moment and entered some small alterations to the Batgirls and Spoiler.
*
Pasty shook her head again as a weird de’ja’vue swept over her. Looking up she was in her private den in Selina’s Penthouse. She looked out over Gotham City’s night scape. Sure she had her own bed in here, but she rarely slept in it. But she did have her private things and her own full bath and walk in closet here. Patsy looked back at the comic and slipped it back in the plastic case. A knock at the door got her attention.
“Hay Hellcat!” Holly shouted, “Mistress Selina said collars and cuff in the dungeon! Fucking move it!”
“Language!” Patsy responded before standing up.
Patsy had the side buckled rubber hot pants off and flying at Holly before she could respond. Sure Patsy didn’t swear, a relic of her rather controlled childhood, but Patsy was a naughty kitty just like the rest of them and when Mistress wanted to play she loved to play in Mistress’ dungeon! Pasty grabbed the red leather collar and hogtie set as she unsnapped the latex halter top. Just before running out of the room she snatched the red leather cat ear hair band form the table by the door.
*
Nightwing walked into the darkened clock tower, Barbara had invited him… Something seemed off. Next to her computer mainframe was a folding stool with a note and a small plate. He looked at the note.
“Put on the blind fold if you want a good time, and the safeword is Pumpernickel,” the note read.
He thought for a second and then took off his mask and put on the black leather blindfold. Instantly he heard the clicking of heels coming towards him. He felt a very familiar set of tits press into his back as arms wrapped around him.
“Time to play bird boy!” Barbara bit his ear and then pressed herself against his back.
Dick felt the strapon pressing against his ass.
*
Tim and Steph were on a “date,” so to speak. Tim as Red Robin was trying to club the two face goon done up in dayglow zombie make up with a hockey stick while Steph, in Spoiler gear, was dueling the mirror inversion with lacrosse sticks.
“What isn’t this romantic for you?” Tim shouted.
“What about some chocolate and flowers?” Steph shouted back, “If you really wanted a fun time you should have let me know beforehand. I could dress up like Catwoman, you could wear one of Batman’s spare suits, and I could catch you in a sex trap!”
“I like the way she thinks!” the zombie goon smirked.
“You stay out of this!” Tim dropped him with a blow to the head.