Arkham Kitty

"Cat? Cat? You there?" the familiar, thickly accented voice of one Harley Quinn came through Selina's earpiece.

"Harley, what is it?" Selina asked.

"Word on the street is, a certain... master catburglar thief is looking for a score. I might be able ta' help with that, doll." Harley told her.

"You better be serious, Harls. And this better be big."

"It is. TYGER big. Remember those guys?"

"How could I possibly forget?" Selina responded. Hugo Strange's personal, brain-washed security **** in Arkham City, Selina had been this close to cleaning out their vault when she'd had to intervene in a fight between Batman and the Joker. In the ensuing chaos, the haul had been lost. Until now, it seemed.

"I got an ARGUS guy wasted at the club. He told me Director Waller's got a couple of guys holed up in an apartment on the East End. Our thick friend has 'em sitting on the most sensitive items from ol' Strangies' vault, and who knows what else?!"

"So, whaddaya say, Cat?" Harley's ultimatum came.

"How soon can you be in the East End?"

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When one intruder was one of the world's finest lockpicks, and the other was packing a hefty baseball bat, there were very few security systems that were impregnable. Selina and Harley barged their way into the apartment, moving quickly, rounding on the ARGUS agents before they even had a chance to react.

"Night night!" Harley cried, knocking the nearest G-Man out with a single deft swing of her bat. Selina was more methodical in her takedown, but no less ****, **** the unlucky agent out between her thighs.

Selina's next move was to short out the security system and hunt for hidden cameras.

"Okay, with any luck, we should have a few minutes."

"Let's get to ransackin', toots!" Harley squealed, making for an array of cases in back of the apartment.

Selina slowly but methodically rifled through the cases, a little confused by what she found. There were samples of Copperhead's poisons, Crane's fear toxin, cells taken from something codenamed STARRO, but no loot.

Taken aback, Selina made for the part of the apartment Harley had been in, only to find the clown girl gone. In her place was a single opened crate.

Selina crouched, examining the label within.

Refined DNA Sample. John Doe. Codenamed "JOKER".

Oh crap, Selina thought to herself.

A powerful hand grabbed the thief from behind, pulling her up into a standing position.

"Sorry about this, Cat." Harley snickered. "But, let's be real, there's not a chance in hell you woulda agreed to this, right?"

Selina felt the injector pierce her right ass cheek, dispersing it's poisonous load into her bloodstream.

The room swam instantly. Selina felt herself go limp in Harley's grasp.

"This is a reunion all'a Gotham's been waiting for, Cat!" Harley exclaimed exuberantly. "And you, you got a better than front row seat for it!"

As Selina faded out of consciousness, she was sure she could hear hysterical laughter. Funny thing was, it sounded like her own...