Luscious Pussycat

Western Gotham 22:15

The streets are filled with thugs, screams echo through the night from the dark alleyways, one man's pain another man's pleasure. Not a place for anyone to wander off to alone.

This is the part of town that would excite the likes of Joker, Cobblepot and many other twisted, deranged maniacs, even the Dark Knight himself knows to not just come waltzing in like that. Dressed in a suit sporting only a smile and good looks, with the target stapled to his chest that screams ''Shoot here!''.

Only one woman has the courage to step into this devil's playground, the demon's nest, she has been through many dangers and lived to tell the tale. But one has to wonder, is it truly bravery or utter foolishness?

Diana is an amazon after all. A warrior of light in this world of darkness, but right now she is just a human, like any other, no armor, no powers. She is Diana Prince.

Surrounded by clubs, which have your typical small underground night club design to them, no more then a simple door with a neon sign above it, saying either ''Jazz'' or ''Nudity''.Some of them have the creepy doorman with a cigarette in his mouth, trying to lure strangers into the club with the promise of a good time, and some fine T&A, while others have girls promising a good time.

On the corners the hookers hug the streetlight, occasionally one can be seen kissing with some thug in an alleyway or getting slammed against the wall. Diana marches on forward, her heart beating faster with every step along the way, she ignores the occasional screams or moans. Everywhere heads turn and there are prying eyes on her, male as well as female...but who wouldn't? Her outfit barely covers anything.

As a cold breeze touches Diana's skin, making her shudder, she starts thinking this was a bad idea. But it's just a few more steps, she thinks to herself as she looks in front of her.

A club lies just a few feet away from her, it stands out from the rest, pinups of girls surrounded by numerous light bulbs, the doorway shining a crimson red, on top is a crawling Catwoman in green neon and slightly below her the name of the club ''Luscious Pussycat'' in purple neon lights. It not only looks bigger but much flashier then anything there as well. She is not sure if she will be safer inside but at least she'll be warmer.

The thugs don't frighten her but many of them could be a bit overwhelming, even she has to admit that. Especially since she is forbidden from using her godly powers. It's not the revealing dress that makes her feel naked but pretty much the limitations that were put on her by her superior.

She feels a breeze up her dress, it's as if the wind has taken form, hugging her body from all sides. Sensation feels like numerous arms holding her tight, caressing her naked body, it feels so liberating, almost like being back on Themyscira her home island.

Nearly there, she thinks as she sees the club in front of her. An air vent lies below her, she feels a cold breeze up her spine.

Her dress flies high above her waist as she struggles to quickly pull it down.

From her belly button down, she bares all for everyone to marvel at, for the moment. Until she covers the front, holding her dress in place, while her backside is exposed. While she has her own Marylin Monroe infamous air vent moment.

''What I'd love to do do with that piece of ass'' and ''Sweet cheeks, need a date?'' comes from random thugs, all with lustful looks in their eyes, ready to jump her...but for some reason all of them stay clear from the club area.

It only dawns to her now that every single thug is keeping their distance from this particular club, almost as if they were afraid of someone or something. Whichever it is, Gotham is bound to have at least 10 for every sane person still left in the city.

She hurries to the club keeping her dress pulled down at the front, but her round cheeks are still bared for all to see, her hips swaying from side to side as she walks as fast as she can in her high heels.

She pushes the door open, entering as fast as she can...