Take out the crooks.

5% Morality

New Reputation: Hero

(Selina's heroic actions have affirmed which side of the antiheroic divide she prowls on. Cops, civilians and vigilantes/superheroes will be more receptive to her, while criminals and supervillains will be more suspicious.)

Springing into action just as she saw the crook in front train his gun on Montoya. Hurtling through the air with athletic grace, Selina impacted the ringleader, knocking him to the ground.

Perched astride him, Selina had just enough time to notice how ruggedly handsome he was, before her claws came out, and a quick flurry of her fingers ruined that for him.

Just like she'd learned, Selina freely flowed to her next opponent, readying a bola and letting it fly, knocking his gun from his hand just before he took his shot.

Disarmed, she followed up on him, raining a volley of blows to his midsection. She wasn't that strong, but her speed certainly made up for it.

The third guy, she stunned with a flick of her whip, before flipping over him, flipping him full on into the body of the SUV.

"You're dead, bitch!" the last man standing cried, levelling his rifle at Selina.

A shot rang out, and the balaclaved criminal slumped lifelessly onto the blacktop.

Selina looked over at Montoya, who was lowering her smoking pistol. Quickly regaining her composure, Selina gave her savior a nod.

"Why the assist?" Montoya asked, once the surviving crooks had been cuffed and backup radioed.

"What, a civilian can't see her police **** in trouble and decide to lend a hand?"

"If it has anything to do with the stash of heroin and cash in the truck, that's bound for lockup, not your bank account." Montoya warned. Selina decided not to mention they likely couldn't stop her if she really wanted it. Why sabotage the points she'd scored tonight.

"Don't I even get a kiss?" Selina pouted. Montoya smirked, then cast an eye up at her men.

"Get these guys back to the lockup. I need to talk to the thief, and then get the evidence to safety."

Hearing their trusted superior's words, the plainclothed officers did as she said, planting their feet on the backs of the captured crooks, interrogating them.

Montoya held the door of the police van open for Selina. She had to admit, it was the most enticing one had seemed in her entire career.

"I feel I should make it clear, I'm not the thief. In this particular scenario." Selina mentioned, as the doors shut behind them.

"Duly noted." Montoya smirked. Selina looked her up and down, she liked what she saw. Montoya was fit, active, yet with an undeniable femininity to her, her no nonsense jacket and shirt not quite hiding her commendable bosom.

"So, Detective..." Selina began playfully, putting a sultry crackle into her voice as she drew close to the other woman, sliding her hands onto her hips. "What's my reward?"

Throwing an arm around Selina's shoulder, the cop planted a kiss on Selina's lips. The thief happily reciprocated. She guessed from the intensity, the desire in Montoya's action that this was something of a longtime fantasy for her.

They tumbled backwards, Selina landing ass-first on the padded bench on the side of the cabin. Montoya, never breaking the kiss, deftly removed her jacket, letting it crash, along with her badge and gun, to the floor.

Her legs wrapped around Montoya's waist, her hands holding the Latina's face as they made out, Selina thrust her hips against the beautiful detective.

Pulling back ever so briefly, Montoya threw off her t-shirt, then threw herself back into the fray of sapphic passion.

I'm not the only one getting a hell of a show, Selina mused. She imagined right about now, across town, her young protege's hands would be drifting off the mouse and into her underwear. She kept the camera on her person to herself.

Selina shivered a little as Montoya unzipped her suit, pulling it down around her ankles. She kicked it off. Even inside the van, late December was a hell of a time to stand around in only your underwear. Selina was lucky she had such an attentive partner, keeping her warm.

Montoya's own underwear was a touch less salacious than Catwoman's A simple black sportsbra and panties. Of course, Montoya had probably reckoned no one would get to see them tonight. Selina had assumed the opposite.

Montoya took her sportsbra off next, freeing her tits. Ample, perfectly shaped brown beauties, with the sort of nipples Selina needed to suck on yesterday.

"Like what you see?" Montoya chuckled, letting Selina drink them in. In response, Selina let her hand creep into the front of her panties, began teasing her wet pussy.

"You're the detective, what do you think?." Selina said wryly, her breathing just slightly heavier than normal.

"That I'm gonna need a closer look." Montoya said, hooking her fingers into Selina's lingerie and peeling them off.

No sooner was the thief exposed to the cop in all her glory, than Montoya dived in, the Latina's talented tongue eagerly lapping at Selina's sopping wet cunt, teasing her clit. God, she was good, Selina thought, as Montoya pleasured her, hands resting over her thighs for support.

"Heavens, if I'd known more cops like you when I was younger, maybe I'd have gone straight." Selina said, half mocking earnestness, half genuine expression of delight. She stroked Montoya's black hair, still bound up tight in a ponytail.

"You going straight, Cat, that's one thing there's no worry of." Montoya said breathily, pausing only momentarily in her ministrations.

Renee Montoya was dedicated, detailed and relentless. Lying on her back in that police van, Selina soon learned the same qualities she brought to her police work, she brought to the bedroom.

It wasn't long before she came. Mewling with delight like her namesake, Selina leaned back, hips bucking wildly in Montoya's direction as her fingers gripped the cushioned seat of the bench. If she was still wearing her gloves, chances were she would've involuntarily sliced through it.

"That was something else, Detective." Selina gasped when all was said and done, blearily gathering up her clothing, armour and gear. "I'm sure Mrs. Montoya's a very happy woman. The other Mrs. Montoya, I mean."

Montoya chuckled, pulling her jeans back on.

"Much as I'd love to play with you all night, I've got places to go, people to rob." Selina informed her, making for the exit. As she climbed out, Montoya whistled for her to stop.

"Cat, tonight's gonna be a long night." Montoya told her, leaning, half-naked out of the back of the van. "You'd help a lot of people out, you had a few more pangs of conscience like the one before."

"That'd be good for people, I'm sure." Selina said non-chalantly. "What's in it for me?"

"I'd be... appreciative." Montoya told her, her voice a little husky. "You could do with a friend on the ****, y'know?"

More like a friend with benefits, Selina thought before departing.