I know, I know, I have no excuse for not updating in over two months. This chapter is quite short, but I just wanted to let everyone know that this story is not abandoned! :)
Fox pulled the car to the side of the road twenty minutes later. Selina had changed into her suit during the interim and now tapped on the frosted glass, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Ready, Miss Kyle?" he asked, his kind brown eyes registering concern for her and the situation she was about to get into.
Selina nodded confidently. Already, she was in her element. Her muscles were coiled and she was processing every bit of information she could about her environment.
"The house is two miles due north of here," Fox told her. "Let me know when you've caught Elliot and I'll drive closer."
Selina climbed out of the car and pulled her goggles over her eyes, trying not to outwardly show her interest in the new technology that had been added to her suit. She could see everything—the slight rustling of the leaves, the way the sunlight filtered through the thick branches and pooled on the ground, the small animals scurrying through the underbrush…
"Try turning on your radar," suggested Fox. Selina lifted her glove to her ear and flicked on the hidden switch. Instantly, the phone he was holding lit up. "Can you hear me?" he asked, lifting it to his face.
"Loud and clear," Selina confirmed. She flipped the switch on the other ear. This time, the signal took much longer to get through. Finally, there was a loud beep and Bruce's voice said, "Selina?"
"Yes, it's me," she replied, refraining from the sarcastic quip she usually would have employed. "According to Fox, we're two miles from Elliot's house."
"Is the new suit working all right?" he asked.
"As far as I can tell, yes," Selina replied. She took a step backwards into the forest, giving Fox a parting wave.
When she found a sturdy enough tree, she leapt onto it, climbing higher and higher until she found a good enough vantage point. The forest stretched out before her, an enormous, tangled mass of green—except for a tiny break in the trees a mile or so away. "I've found the house," she announced, beginning to navigate through the trees, leaping from branch to branch. It required more finesse and strength than jumping between rooftops did, but Selina knew she could manage it easily.
"How large is the property?" Bruce asked. He seemed more subdued than he had during their last conversation, a fact that was not missed by her.
Selina frowned, though she knew he wouldn't be able to see it. "What's the matter, Brucey?" she half-teased him. "Did Alfred make your dinner wrong, or something?"
When he didn't answer, she sighed and rolled her eyes. He'd snap out of it eventually—she didn't have the time or the patience to deal with his strange moods just then.
Switching over to Fox, she gave him the coordinates of the clearing she'd spotted. She could clearly see a roof now, and a sparkling blue swimming pool enclosed by a massive iron gate.
"Get ready, Hush," she muttered.
The security system only took her five minutes to disable, and soon Selina was creeping along the perimeter of the obscenely huge mansion. It was nearly as large as his property in Gotham, but much blander, less elaborate—he probably figured that there was no point in flaunting his wealth if there was no one around to witness it.
Luckily for her, it was a hot day and Elliot had left a ground floor window open. Selina climbed into a luxurious sitting-room, complete with a flat screen television and leather couches. The walls were painted a pristine white and there was a mahogany cabinet in the corner with what appeared to be jewelry on display inside. Selina took a step toward the case just as Bruce asked, "Where are you now?"
"I'm afraid you won't find another bracelet to steal, kitty cat," a sneering voice said from somewhere beside her.
Selina spun around immediately. Elliot was standing in the doorway, dressed casually in bright orange shorts and a yellow polo shirt. The outfit would have been laughable if it wasn't for the fact that he was pointing a gun directly at her heart.
"Selina? What's happening?" Bruce was asking, but she wasn't listening to him anymore.
"You caught me," Selina said dully, crossing her arms. "I am a bit disappointed that you figured out it was me who stole that bracelet. How did you do it, anyway?"
"Tracking device," Elliot breathed. His eyes were wild and he looked almost feverish. "You're good, kitty, but not that good."
Selina made a vague noise and grinned at him. "I could say the same for you, mummy."
Elliot's grip didn't falter, but she saw his eyes widen slightly. "What are you talking about?"
"The gun isn't loaded," Selina answered, and tapped her goggles knowingly. Before he could react, she'd lunged at him, forcing the gun out of his hands. It clattered on the ground, forgotten, as the two began a vicious wrestling match. Selina pummeled every inch of his body she could, forcing him down onto his back. Elliot was, by all accounts, physically stronger than her, but Selina was faster. She ducked away from his punches whilst trying to get in as many blows of her own as she could.
Elliot, sensing he was losing, finally let out a monstrous cry of rage and shoved her away with every last bit of his strength. Selina was sent reeling backward, but she quickly regained her balance as Elliot got to his feet. They continued to spar, neither quite gaining the advantage.
"Batman sent you to do his dirty work, then?" Hush taunted, dodging Selina's punch. "Tut, tut. I never would have thought—him and his chivalry¸ you and your independence! Allowing yourself to be coerced so easily!"
"I'm doing this for myself," Selina growled, landing a roundhouse kick square on his chest. He staggered back, momentarily disarmed. "And for Holly. How dare you take advantage of her like that!"
"On the contrary, I found her to be quite willing," smirked Elliot. "After all, isn't that what I was paying her for?"
Selina's rage was beginning to get the better of her, and Elliot took advantage of this. He grabbed another gun from under one of the couches and fired it above her head. She froze as the resounding shot blew out half of the wall. Plaster and dust rained down onto both of them.
"Selina, answer me!" Bruce was yelling frantically, his voice an inconsequential buzz in her ear. "What's happening?"
She jumped up onto Elliot's couch, ducking as he fired another shot. This one hit the television, and there was a loud splintering noise as the screen shattered. Before he could take aim again, Selina leapt up onto the ceiling beams, scurrying across them in an attempt to jump directly on top of him. But Elliot knew what she was doing, and she was forced to leap to the next beam as the closest bullet yet sliced through the wood just inches from her, sending it crashing to the floor.
"I really have no qualms about destroying this house, so feel free to run as much as you want," he told her lazily. Gritting her teeth in concentration, Selina tried to jump again, but Elliot had cornered her: he fired the gun at the end of the beam, and the entire thing collapsed, Selina on top of it. She landed in the rubble that now coated the floor, unable to do anything except stare in hatred up at Elliot. "Kill me, you bastard," she hissed. "Kill me like the goddamned bastard you are."
Elliot merely laughed at her words. "I'm not going to kill you…yet." He raised the gun and brought the barrel crashing down on her head. Selina let out an involuntary cry of pain just before she blacked out.
Bruce knew that something was wrong after she'd stopped replying, but when he heard a gunshot in the distance his senses were immediately on alert. He could hear shouting in the background, and no matter how frantically he tried to get through to her his attempts were never answered. He was leaning as close as he possibly could to the computer screen, all thoughts of Rachel and Alfred completely forgotten. When Selina's connection abruptly crackled before cutting out completely, he leapt from his chair and strode over to the glass container that held the batsuit.
He didn't care if his leg wasn't entirely healed—Batman was coming back.
UPDATE MARCH 2014: Sadly, I must announce that this story is officially abandoned. I hesitated saying this for months because I wanted to wait and see if the creative spark would come back, but it's been over a year since my last update and I don't think it ever will. However, please keep an eye out for more Batman/Catwoman stories from me in the future, though, as they are one of my OTPs and I doubt I'll be able to stay away from them for long!