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Kitten's Origin Story: Chapter 2Chapter 2
Judy looked up from the purring cat in her lap to see Selena wearing a cat suit and pulling a mask over her head. Judy’s jaw fell open. Standing in front of her was the famous villain, Catwoman. She didn’t feel afraid like she would have in the time before the two had met. Instead, she felt a strange sense of respect.
Judy stood a smile spreading across her face. “So I was saved by the notorious Catwoman.” She had never felt more special, and she didn’t entirely know why.
“The one and only,” replied Selena with a smirk.
Judy nodded her head. “You have to teach me!”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
It was suggested that they start training the next day, which was Saturday, but Judy remember that she was working on her biology project with Tim on that day, so they settled for Sunday.
On Saturday morning, Judy headed over to Wayne manor. Tim’s parents were both deceased. Judy vaguely remembered seeing so
Kitten's Origin Story: Chapter 1Kitten’s Origin Story: Chapter One
Judy Williams was born in Gotham Hospital on August 28th to Delia and Keith Williams. Her parents hated city life, and Gotham had the worst of it. They only lived there because that’s where Keith’s job was. Her parents died in a car crash when she was 4. There weren’t any family members to take her in, so she ended up in the overcrowded Gotham Orphanage. She was very meek and quiet and easily over looked. Her only friend was an old stuffed black cat that she had received from a toy drive one Christmas. She named it Snow, not realizing the irony of the name. She named it that because she felt like the city was more peaceful when it was snowing. Looking back at it, she was probably on to something. Gotham’s crime rates are lower when it’s snowing. The rest of her miserable childhood passed bye rather uneventfully.
She attended Gotham High, not a friendly high school. She stayed very quiet and shy. She was so quiet in
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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