unintentional identity theft
Chapter 1
Black Cat teamed up with New York's favorite friendly vigilante to infiltrate a warehouse. She ended up growing fond of him. Depending on the day of the week, Spider-Man is either a friend or a bittersweet enemy. Multiple rounds of fire passed by her after she struck one of the criminals, forcing her to take cover. When Spidey sees her predicament, he moves quickly to fire a web at a random object on a neighboring table, spin it around, and knock the guy out. However, Spidey becomes sidetracked, sending the device flying off the web and shattering when it hits Felicia's back. Everything goes black.
Felicia is sure she’s dead. She feels like she’s floating; she’s staring out into a dark void of blackness. or maybe her eyes are closed. Her brain can’t seem to find any sensation, but slowly the feeling returns to her fingertips, and her mind running in circles. She cracks her eyes open, expecting to be blinded by the bright lights of a hospital, but is pleasantly surprised when it's dark. She shoots into a sitting position
“Peter!” she calls out frantically.
She concentrates on the surroundings, which include some soggy ground, a few trash cans, and fire escapes that line the walls. She was most certainly not in that warehouse she was a second ago. She tries to calm herself down by running her hands through her hair, but it doesn't work. She tries to remember what happened, but she seems to be experiencing memory loss because what she thought had just happened turned out to be a blur in the past. She groans, feeling particularly hungover like after learning that she failed her physics exam. She becomes aware that she is still wearing her suit when she feels the cold leather against her skin. Okay, so if she returns, she might actually throw Peter off the Statue of Liberty.
She stands, and the world is quick to briefly turn dark, and she slightly sways. She was going to need a long cat nap after this.
She finds herself peering at the building across the street after deciding to use the quick and simple climb to the roofs to scout the area. Now, Felicia isn’t all that bad at human geography, so she’s absolutely certain that she’s not in Brooklyn, New York.
Gotham Library
Oh, she is going to murder Peter. Muttering multiple colorful words, she noticed the bat symbol in the sky, which she really should have seen before. ‘What if I'm on another planet and there is a bat-man creature like things like those movies me and Peter watched?’ She rationalized that was a fucking stupid idea and that the high schooler was rubbing off on her.
‘Ok, let's get some things straight. I woke up with absolutely no clue where I was. I'm tired, still in my suit.’ She checks the wallet she keeps in her bra.’ I have forty-three dollars, which is not enough to spend a night at a motel, and I have no spare clothes with me. I'm sure there is a place to stay nearby, but if I don't have enough, Peter will have to deal with me stealing. Maybe I'll pay for the next takeout—no wait, he got me into this mess.’
Felicia darts between rooftops in search of a place to stay or an expensive-looking jewelry store (she refuses to take from the poor). She noted that in a city like this—Gotham—it wasn't difficult to find; it practically stood out from the crowd. And that's what she witnessed when she walked across Gotham: homeless adults and children, stray animals, and run-down buildings. And yet, the store she's perched across from is brand new; the colors aren’t faded, the buildings' windows are all intact; it would've impressed her if she hadn't previously stolen from better-looking, higher-security buildings. This was far from it.
It was frighteningly easy for her to revert to her thief persona, quickly locating a not-so-obvious entrance to climb through, and she remained crouched on the rafters to look around. She assumed that due to the city's conditions, there would be regular break-ins. So, putting two and two together, she chose an alternative to the obviously false entrance (which she guessed would have triggered an alarm).
Call Felicia a Monroe fan, but she had a thing for diamonds. So her gaze is drawn to the gleaming, slightly purple diamond in the glass casing. It was centered in the room, surrounded by other lovely objects such as necklaces, rings, and watches on nearby tables. She reaches into her utility belt and pulls out some powder, practically drooling at the slight. She blows it, and many red lines appear. Classic. She concluded that due to the city's gothic, vintage appearance, they wouldn't have the same technology as an A.I. (that was a terrible place to steal from) or motion sensors. This was amateur work.
She easily avoided the lasers (‘and tripwires?’). When she realized the lock on the box was a hoax, she quickly slid out her claws and cut a hole in the glass to feed her hand through. She was about to grasp the diamond when she stopped and glanced at what it was sitting on. She sighed when she recognized it was a pressure plate that would set off the alarm once removed. Felicia didn’t have any of her thief gear with her. She snatched the diamond while quickly scouting out exits and hiding places. She was out the door in record time when the alarm went off. She cursed as she realized she wasn't in her hometown and had no idea where she was.
Felicia darts through alleyways and crosses streets until she can no longer hear the chaos she left behind. There are a lot more buildings where she ended up, so she ends up sitting in the middle of the rooftops of a smaller building that is sandwiched between two bigger ones. Breathing slightly heavy despite covering at least half a mile of Gotham, she examines the diamond in her hand. Had she not been basically broke, she would’ve kept this gorgeous baby to herself; it would have looked nice as a ring.
"Did you know a cat burglar's identity has already been stolen?" I appreciate my fans but I can’t have the public think I went back to thievery”
Felicia swiftly turns to the sound of a female voice; there, on the edge of the building, is a curvy lady dressed in the same black leather catsuit. Except that her hair is hidden behind a full-face mask that dips down to connect to a domino-like mask shape, leaving her lower mouth exposed. She wields a whip and carries a grapple gun on her hip.
“How fast would you say your reaction time is?” Felicia asked.
The other feline-clad women glanced at her, automatically taking a protective stance in the face of the veiled threat. Felicia has never thanked her abilities more, and she notices a familiar shift in her mind as she stares at the woman.
Selina Kyle had put her past life of crime behind her when she got with the bat. She now goes on nightly patrols with the family of birds. Selina Kyle is recognized for her formidable hand-to-hand combat abilities, as well as her cat-like speed, agility, reflexes, balance, and flexibility. So when the building that wasn't even that old crumbled beneath her feet, she must have been suffering from some serious bad luck. Bruce was never going to let her forget this. She quickly grabs the grappling gun strapped to her belt, shoots it at the neighboring building, and swings herself up; by the time she reaches the roof, the girl has vanished, along with one of the country's most valuable diamonds.
‘Bruce is not going to let this go.’ However, Selina, as a former thief, might have been slightly impressed because the shop she broke into was one of Gotham's most secure. ‘No.’ She groans, realizing she's picked up Bruce's habit of gravitating toward talented troubled street kids. Maybe, secretly, she hopes to run into the girl again in the future.