Chapter Two: 9 Lives Rubs Off

John woke up, with a start, his head was laying on a pillow, his mask still firmly in place. "Morning handsome." A voice said from the doorway. He was laying on a bed, still in full costume, and standing no more then six feet from him, was Selina Kyle AKA The Catwoman. Her clothes were the first thing John noticed, they were see through. Giving him a good view of her bra and panties.

John slid himself up into a sitting position, Selina just stared at him. John was trying to figure out if she knew he wasn't the original Batman when she suddenly spoke again. "So... Who are you?" She asked, answering his question. "I'm Batman." Selina chuckled. "In all my dealings with the Bat, he's never needed to be dragged off the side of the road before." John winced at her words, his own fears being confirmed in her eyes... He wasn't Batman. How could he be? Selina moved into the room and sat at the end of the bed.

"Word on the street is, Robins moved to Bludhaven, and Nightwing hasn't come back here... So I'm going to guess you're not one of the Knight's young protegees." John paused, not sure what to say. Selina pressed on, she seemed to be edging closer to him, her hand was inches away from his knee. "So, I find myself repeating the question... Who are you?" She asked, John had never realized just how cat-like she was, her shockingly blue eyes were unblinking in their determination to burrow into his soul. "Bruce told me..." She said her left hand now resting on John's thigh, with her right hand she was tracing along his chest. "...So...?" She asked expectantly.