"Catwoman… you should know sneaking up on me is useless. You'd be surrounded in no time and your head will be next." Beast Boy said while holding Harley's head. Such words, none would have expected it to come out from Beast Boy's mouth, such were the times.
"Catwoman's here? Hey come save me from this furry!!!! But hold on, what's with the wings couldn't you already fly?" Harley pleaded but got distracted again like as if her life was not in the hands of her adversary.
"I am much faster with the wings added and—"
Beast Boy never got to finish. There was a blur, a flicker of movement so clean and sharp it barely registered as motion, and then pain sliced through the moment like a verdict. Catwoman's claws didn't even touch him directly; she simply cut through the air itself, precise and cruel like a cat, and the effect landed anyway. His arm—no, not just his arm, the hand holding Harley—came apart in four clean segments like he was clawed directly by the feline herself. They plopped to the ground in messy fashion, chunks of it releasing blood rapidly, leaving behind Harley's floating head.
"Thanks, cat!" Harley's voice rang out, bright and unbothered, almost cheerful in a way that made the moment feel wrong, she was just on the verge of dying to who she deemed a traitor after all! Her head lifted from where it had been cradled, floating upward as though gravity had lost its claim on her. For a split second she was nothing more than a grin and a pair of eyes suspended in chaos, and then her body reassembled beneath her in a fluid, unnatural sequence. Flesh reformed, bone reset, muscle wove itself back together like threads pulled tight by invisible hands. Her supple pale breasts bounced in rejuvenation down to a brand-new pink snatch glistening in the night sky, her form was soon donned in her divine attire as quickly as her body came to be. The sceptre snapped back into her grip as though it had never left.
Only her familiars lagged behind, reduced to hovering red orbs that pulsed faintly, incomplete and waiting to take shape.
Harley's expression shifted, just slightly. The grin didn't vanish, but something flickered beneath it.
'That was very dangerous just now. I could have lost my life.'The thought came fast, sharper than her usual chaotic wit, cutting through the noise in her head.
Her gaze snapped upward, instinct pulling her attention toward the larger storm unfolding above. Artemis was circling, bow drawn, her movements tight with tension. Each arrow she released cut through the air with lethal intent, but none of them found their mark. Donna moved like something beyond prediction, a force rather than a person, her presence bending the rhythm of the battle itself. It was obvious Artemis, Shazam and Black Adam needed each other just to hold Donna at bay, they were barely getting any attacks through.
'What the hell was that? It was so fast. I couldn't even see it coming and it nearly took me out! A SINGLE ATTACK THREATENED MY BEING! To think I would have died without seeing Raven again.' Harley squuezed her fists tighter, her knuckles turned paler. She couldn't let such a person who could threaten her at great distances go like that.
Every time Donna struck, the world reacted, the ground below would tremble and the sky above would quake. It sounded like distant explosions, dark clouds would part and join again. Gold lightning here, blue lightning there and bursts of atmospheric pressure. The sky lit up with each collision—bursts of energy, thunderclaps that rolled across the battlefield and down into the earth below.
Black Adam was driven backward, his body crashing through the air under the weight of her blows. Shazam held his ground better, his superior speed allowing him to intercept her attacks, lightning crackling around him as he blocked and redirected, but even he was straining. The ground answered in kind, trembling with each impact, subtle quakes rippling outward like echoes of a much larger disaster.
Artemis who was having a hard time to loosing her arrows on Donna. Donna was dealing heavy damage to both Black Adam and Shazam that explosions in air and slight quakes on earth occurred each time she landed a hit on them while dodging their attacks simultaneously. It looked like a Dragonball fight scene featuring Broly, Goku, Vegeta and Piccolo.
Shazam darted forward, fast enough to keep Donna occupied for a heartbeat longer than the others could manage. That heartbeat was everything. It gave Artemis a window—just a sliver of time where Donna's attention was divided.
Artemis wasted no time in loosing another arrow.
It screamed through the air, guided, relentless, faster than most opponents could ever hope to react to.
Donna was already gone. She was just that much faster her light arrows. Luckily whenever her arrows miss their target, which rarely happens for Artemis, they return to her quiver lest she destroys the mortal world.
Artemis's jaw tightened, her lip caught between her teeth as frustration built. Her arrows could track targets, could adjust mid-flight, could chase down enemies who thought speed alone would save them. But Donna wasn't just fast. She was absent one moment and somewhere else the next, slipping through openings that barely existed.
Artemis lowered her bow for half a second, just enough to breathe, to think, to wait for the one mistake she knew had to come.
Somewhere below, Harley's eyes narrowed.
"That bitch…" she muttered, her voice dropping, losing its playful edge. "She's responsible for this."
Her grip tightened around the sceptre.
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
And then she vanished.
Her divine presence erased from Beast Boy and Catwoman's sight as if the space she occupied had been emptied.
'Why the fuck are you leaving me alone here, clown bitch? Donna can handle them just fine!' Catwoman thought was quick as she could feel multiple killing intent from the heroes around her. Killing intent?
Beast Boy stared at the spot she'd been, then slowly turned his attention back to the only opponent left in front of him.
"Looks like it's just the two of us."
Catwoman didn't answer immediately. She rolled her shoulders back, relaxed in a way that was almost theatrical, and let a slow smile spread across her face.
"Ohh, is this a gang bang?" she teased, her voice smooth and taunting as her hand traced lightly down her cleavage, keeping her composure despite the odds. "You all are gonna work hard to get this pussy."
But behind the performance, her mind was anything but relaxed. She could feel that Beast Boy might be too much for her to handle alone, but panicking hasn't helped her once on the job.
'The only problem here is Beast Boy… and maybe that flying guy in a red suit. Is he Russian?' The thought flickered and passed quickly, dismissed as unimportant.
'But that blonde…' After a second and a third glance through the group that would jump, she found a young man that was rather relaxed and unbothered by the situation. In fact, she hadn't noticed him till she gave her surrounding a proper inspection.
She lowered her stance, her body aligning with instinct, weight shifting to the balls of her feet, ready to spring in any direction just like a cat. Surrounded, outnumbered, and yet still calculating.
'I came here as fast as I could because I sensed Harley was about to die. Someone like her… we can't afford to lose that kind of chaotic being this early, she is one of our powerhouses after all.' Catwoman mused.
Her fingers flexed, claws catching the light.
'But if I misjudge this…' Her eyes narrowed as she took in a deep breath.
She didn't finish the thought.
Above them, the sky cracked again.
And far below, beneath the noise and destruction, another battle was unfolding—quieter, slower, and far more personal.
Just before Catwoman saved Harley,
Bruce moved through the wreckage of the once before batcave like a man refusing to accept reality.
The portal behind him sealed with a faint shimmer, leaving him alone in what remained of the Batcave. Or what used to be the Batcave. Now it was a graveyard of broken concrete, twisted metal, and shattered memories buried under layers of collapse.
"Where are you, Alfred?"
The question repeated in his mind, steady at first, then faster, then louder.
"Where are you?" His voice hushed but croaked.
We all know what happens when someone touches Alfred 'double tap' Pennysworth, and Batman finds out.... ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!!!!!
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