The Beginning: Superkitties.
Well here's the final post for Chapter 1 of the Superkitties. I'm going to wait till I finish them all before posting them on any sites cept by own until them. Please do not steal my credit, I worked hard for this story.
Title:Prelude to the Superkitties
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Superman/Batman, Kon/Tim, Alfred, Selina, Dick, Cass. mentions of others.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kon’s mouth at the moment.
Spoilers: Nothing to dramatic, this is a futuristic-AU, where Kon’s alive.
Disclaimer: There are kitties. I don’t own anything Superman and Batman belong to their creators.. I’m too broke to get sued anyways.
By: Ferretbaby
Chapter 1.
Kon was never going anywhere with Superman again.
It wasn’t so much that working with Superman was hard or anything. It was just that the really weird stuff seemed to happen to the big guy a lot.
It was so exasperating! Kon loved Kal, and lately it seemed like maybe Kal really loved Kon too, like the son he never had. He actually wanted to be around Kon more, besides the whole resurrection thing and Lois leaving. Kal, and by definition Clark, had other people to hang out with if he was lonely but he made a choice. That choice was Kon, and not just because Kon was a clone, he was family and family understood you better than most people, super hero or not.
It wasn’t like Kon could live in Smallville either, with him being declared dead and all. Though he’d miss Aunt Martha’s cooking, he wasn’t going to miss working on a farm. Living in Smallville was so stuffy and archaic. So he’d been officially adopted by Clark, living with him as his ‘son’ Conner Kent. It was so cool. Tim had to explain the whole keeping the name thing, but he so didn’t mind.
Than again, strange things happened to Clark and Conner too, man was that another story for another time, but nothing near as bad as Superman and Superboy.
The best thing about this ‘Super-jinx’, were the hot chicks. Hot chicks flock to Superman like…well like, Green Arrow flocks to hot chicks. Whether they’re villains, heroes, or damsels in distress they are all over the big guy. Sadly, they all seem to ignore Superboy in favor of the Man, but Kon’s not letting that get him down. Oh no, he knows that one day he’ll be Superman and he’ll be the one beating the chicks away while Supergramps has to hang back and watch in envy.
He’s learning from observation, as Robin would say. Besides, it’s not like Superman pays these gals any attention anyways, which is way weird.
Like, take last week: Kal invited Kon along on a recon mission to Baie des Glom of the Florsh galaxy, this place is totally inhabited by these purple hot chicks who didn’t like to any wear clothing. Hot, naked, purple chicks running around with their long hair, flashing long glittery legs, flashing perfect white teeth, flashing Kon.
Ten minutes into diplomatic procedures and the natives are practically falling all over Superman asking to have his alien babies and what does the guy do? Ignore them to talk to Batman, all because Krypto wouldn’t let him into the fortress.
This of course upset the naked aliens, who molt their smooth pretty purple skin in favor of some harsh, ugly, brown diamond-hard skin, with bulging eye sockets and two extra arms. Hot babes into hormonal crazy insects in twenty minutes flat, this is crazy!
Of course Batman blamed it on Kon.
Psht, like he had surveillance all around the universe. Saw Kon goose the only purple chick in clothes, who was, like, their priestess or princess or something (it was hard to translate through all that screeching). He’s pretty sure it was because Kal turned his back on the Queen (he could tell because this one had a crown) who was in mid-treaty-seductions all just to answer his phone. Comlink. Whatever.
Not very diplomatic of Superman to ignore a Queen of an unknown alien planet to talk to his best bud, even he knows that.
Though he does wonders what happened to the males of this planet?
Besides, who passes up getting laid by a hot alien queen to talk to Batman? Captain Kirk sure didn’t! Than again, Sprock probably didn’t have any incriminating photos of his captain to use against him in any situations like that. Not that Batman would have to blackmail Superman for any reason, much less to keep Supes from getting laid.
So after that planetary battle was fought, and won, then lost in the paperwork. Kon had been a little precautious about taking assignments with Kal. Though lately, if someone else joined them on their missions together things didn’t go that bad. Wonderwoman kept a lot of alien chicks from asking Superman to procreate with them thus no planetary wars.
It was mostly when Superman and Superboy hung out together alone (Lex/Metallo/Jimmy would stop by to visit) or when they went to train together (‘Insert evil guy/gals name here’ who wanted to play) and, of course, any mission was just bound to get out of hand (how did ‘insert known-Lexcorp-associate building name here’ explode?).
So right now their heading into Gotham to inform their babysitters (aka Batman and Robin) that they are off for the weekend on a training excursion; because informing these things to Batman in person makes him a little less prissier, and the JLA and Titans have already been informed via email.
Kon is just a little bit cautious; you can probably catch bat-paranoia just from breathing Gotham air. He just didn’t like the idea of the ‘Super-jinx’ to hit them in Batman’s town.
Up north, they both can hear Batman and Robin dealing with the Penguin up in the narrows, so they head towards the Batcave. Neither of them are stupid enough to get between a Bat and his criminals, and its sounds like they might be finished anyways.
“So Kon, you ready for this camping trip?” Kal says as he glides closer to Kon, cloud cover hiding them from the gloomy populous of Gotham.
“Wait, what?” Kon yells over a gargoyle he had stopped to examine. He could have sworn Kara had told him this trip was off world?
“You packed lightly right? The planet has a red sun,” he gives Kon a blank look. “No powers. I’m sure I told you this Monday morning, right before you went off to school?”
“I thought we’d be around civilization at least. You know, like some galactic hotel that serves the weary space traveler?” Kon said. They’re probably going to have to stop back by the apartment so Kon can pack proper clothes. Man he hates some of these dorky trips Kal plans. This better not be like their fishing trip last weekend, Kon’s favorite shirt still smells like fish.
Kal gives him a small apologetic smile, like its no big deal Kon’s hope of interplanetary sex with hot alien chicks have just been crushed.
“Dude, you can’t talk to me in the mornings. I don’t process things completely.” Kon whines as he tries to catch up.
Then, Superman pauses. Kon can see what’s got his attention, there’s an odd shadow crawling up a Gotham building.
Kal has just spotted Catwoman sneaking out a side window of the Gotham museum, giving Kon the signal he’s going to investigate. He must be joking? This is Batman’s town! He’ll kill them for interfering, or worse: blame it all on Kon.
The jerk.
Uh… not that Kon would just let her go or anything but Tim’s told him that subtly is potentially lifesaving in Gotham, superhuman or not.
Scaring the crap out of Catwoman, who now climbing a more residential building, doesn’t sound like the greatest ideas?
Maybe she’s just out for a stroll? Nothing bad or illegal. Cassie climbs out windows all the time, just to get away and she’s never doing anything illegal. He hopes.
Flying closer behind Supes, he’s not afraid, per say. He just doesn’t like the feel of this, and anything she has is less likely to hurt Superman than Superboy.
Ha! And anything Batman says, he can say he was just fallowing Superman.
She’s noticed them now. Not like two bulking heroes hanging around in mid air aren’t obvious.
She does a awesome somersaults to the roof (Kon trying to keep his eyes off all that leather and more on any potentially dangerous weapons she might have but its damn hard) she pauses to wait for them to catch up.
“Why, Hello boys. Batman change costumes or you here to visit little ol’ me?” she purrs it out all husky like she’s just had sex, not climbed up five stories.
“Catwoman, whatever you got doesn’t belong to you. I must ask that you return it wherever you got it and come with us.” Kal said, feet landing on the floor of the roof, arms already crossed in his Superman pose.
Kon lands lightly behind him, he wonders if Kal can feel that? The air around her feels weird.
Catwoman smirks. “Are you taking me out for a night on the town? Having your sidekick tag along? Doesn’t sound like a very exciting date to me Superman.” She shifts and whatever she holding goes into other hand, caressing her thighs and the end of her boots she reaches for her whip. “Mmm, I’ve never dated a wholesome guy like you Superman; I’ve always had more of a thing for dark and brooding.”
Kal blushes and looses a little bit of that Superman composure. Kon watching this fascinated, why can’t Metropolis have villains like this around all the time? He would so go out every night to fight evil if evil was that hot.
Ya know, this could explain Batman’s territorial issues. He’s hording all the hot villainy babes for himself.
“I’m sure the Commissioner would more than likely love to hear what you’ve been up to lately. So let’s go easy and no harm done.” Kal says, like she’s going to just turn herself in without a fight.
“I think not” She winks at Kon, removing the cloth that’s protecting whatever she’s just stolen in a momentary display of blue and gold silk, thrusting a large hand-sized cat shaped amulet at them.
Nothing happenings.
Kon’s waiting for it, knows something interesting about to happen but all three of them are stagnant into immobility. It could take Superman, like, 2.4 seconds to grab whatever she’s shaking at them, but he’s just staring at her like she whipped out a rubber chicken.
Not that Kon blames him. He’s sure whatever she has is magic. Maybe she needs to say the magic words?
“Well that was anti-climatic.” Kal says with a chuckle, “Now how about handing it over before Batman catches up and we both get in trouble.”
Superman takes a couple of steps closer to her and she frowns but doesn’t move.
Then, three feet from her he seems to freeze. The air starts to feel weird again, and the hair on Kon’s arm stands up. Superman is glowing blue.
“What the…” Kal says and before Kon’s eye’s he seems to shrink.
“Oh no.” Kon moans. “Oh, Yes.” Catwomans says, walking towards the pile of red and blue clothes, hips swaying, and smile back on her face.
She picks up the cape first attached to the blue shirt with the Superman logo, then picking up the blue elastic pants she gives them a firm shake. Kon watches all this with some kind of morbid fascination.
There’s a large lump that gives her a howl before something is tumbling out of a pant leg.
It’s a cat. A little white cat.
“Oh shit!” Kon yelps and lunges for the Supercat. He is so dead, for just standing there like a retard while someone uses magic against Superman. Batman’s probably watching this on surveillance right now back in the batcave and readying the kryptonite.
Tim is going to lecture him for hours about magical objects and his vulnerability to them again, than force him to re-watch the surveillance and choreography all potential angles this could have been avoided all while he helps bandage Kon up after Batman’s beats his ass.
“Ah ah ah.” Catwoman scoops the cat - Kal, Clark, Superman- up into her arms, waving a finger at Kon.
She takes a couple of more steps back away from Kon, holding the cat hostage between her unoccupied arm and her breast. “Nice to know the myth really does apply to this man also. Even one as super as this one was. Now I’m just going to take my prize and the kitty can go, no harm done. Deal.” She’s not asking a question, Kon knows that.
Kon’s trying to think like Robin, but he’s freaking out major here.
Robin has never gotten his mentor turned into a cat! If he could just fly fast enough or use his TKK, there would be no problem if he could get both amulet and cat without being turned into a cat himself or potentially hurting Kal. Catwoman they can catch up with in no time flat, but first: get Superman and turn him back.
“Now lady, if you would just let me…” Kon starts to say but he’s watching his hands, and they’re glowing. Oh lord.
It seems while he was thinking cat-Kal has taken things into his own paws. He scratches Catwoman exposed chest and arm; startling her enough she looses her grip on him. He jumps from her arms towards Kon. Catwoman quickly recovers and lunges for cat-Kal again, but this is also towards Kon and the amulet is out and directed toward him.
Huh, what pretty colors? His vision is clouding over into blue, than bright white, before fading into black.
A couple of minutes later, Kon lets out a sneeze. The sneezing itself shocks him, while his whole furry body jumps with his head’s attempt to bash itself into the concrete. Oh God, this cannot be happening.
Kon? He hears Clark, not really talking but he can still hear what he’s saying.
Kon lets out a wail, but it comes out more like a pitiful ‘mew’. Clark is scratching at whatever’s covering him, a large black blanket? Probably his shirt.
“Well, well what a surprise this is not.” Catwoman’s voice. The bitch, he didn’t care how hot she was now. She’d turned Kon into a pussy! “Not only have I been able to disable Superman and his little sidekick, I get to keep this pretty handy amulet. So, let’s see what presents was left under here?”
Suddenly there was light. Well, kinda, it was still dark- it being night and all- but there was a roof light that helped.
Kon wobbled on four short legs, paws. How weird. His vision was clearing now.
Oh god, there was a tail! He had a tail!
He seemed to be going in circles, crying pitifully while looking behind him, wanting to get a good look at his tail, though the world kept tilting every time he thought he was on solid ground. He ended up flopping over anyways. At least now everything seemed to stay in place.
Then there were smooth gloved hands trying to pick him up. There was a howl, and with a screech the hands let him go.
Kon glanced up to see Kal, still a cat, standing over him. Superman or Supercat, did anything faze this guy?
“Fine. See if I try to help you or your sidekick again. Enjoy being a cat Superman. Welcome to Gotham by the way.” Catwoman says, her voice goes low and deep like she apologizing about that last sentence; that being a cat in Gotham is a fate worse than being a cat.
Than, she’s turning away from them and running towards to ledge, pulling her whip out, there’s a loud ‘crack’ and she’s gone.
Kon moans from where’s he’s lying under Clark. How are they going to get out of this one?
There are now two Super-cats stuck in Gotham, Batman’s Gotham!
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Kon? Kon can you hear me? Are you okay? Clark sounds panicked. He was nudging Kon’s furry stomach with his forehead.
Yeah I can hear you. Kon doesn’t feel like moving at all, he sure he’s about to be sick. He watches his hands, paws, flexing his paws and finding his small sharp claws. He didn’t even get turned into a cat. He’s a kitten. Talk about humiliating.
Oh thank goodness. Kon we need to get out of here and get to Bruce’s. He’ll know what to do. If Clark keeps poking his stomach like that Kon’s going to throw up all over his pretty white fur. We need to find a way down from here.
Kon tries to stand up slowly. His legs are still wobbly but he manages to stay up this time. His tail seems to be helping. Its’ like an extra arm, keeping him balanced.
Kon? Clarks head comes into view. He’s all white; his fur is short though not like Mrs. Garza’s fat cat from next door that has long white hair and a snobby pug nose. Clark’s cat eye’s are huge, unearthly blue like they’ve always been but then the white fur brings them out more he thinks.
Kon tries to look at his own fur. From what he can tell he’s mostly white also, except his tail and that’s a faded grey, almost black. Kon, I know this is weird but I need your help finding a way down from this building.
Kon snaps to attention.
It’s like his brain is frazzled but this is no time to be goofing off.
Ordinary things are catching his complete attention though; the cold autumn wind threw his fur, the salty smell from the air, that moth that keeps running into the bare light bulb. What’s that buzzing noise?
Clark cocks his head to the side, listening. I dunno, it sounds electrical? Clark says but he’s already heading towards the door to check it out anyways. Kon watches, he doesn’t quite want to move just yet.
Clark’s trying to use his paw to get the door to open but it’s not working. Doesn’t seem superstrength transferred over with the tail. Clark gives up with the door, he looks around, casing the place for any other exits. Where’s the emergency exit I might be able to get us down that.
Kon sees the handles to the fire escape first, he hobbles over toward them. He feels so weak and tired. How is Clark taking this so easily? Does he get turned into a cat every time he comes to Gotham? Clark catches up to him quickly, bounding across the landing to pear over the edge of the building. Hmm, I’m going to have to carry you down, I think you’d fall threw the spacing on your own. Kon attempts to look over also, but he barely reaches the top of the ledge.
Whatever. I just want to get out of here, its cold and I’m hungry. Kon doesn’t want to admit he’s whining but he feels so helpless right now. No superpowers, no TKK, nothing. He’s just a regular cat like every other cat in Gotham.
Clark gives him another head nudge as if to reassure him. It will be okay Kon, I got you. Then Clark’s mouth is around the scruff of his neck, picking him up and slowly easing up onto the ledge than down the escape
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The climb down was more humiliating than anything else.
When they finally reach the ground -wet, slimy, smelly- Kon tip toes behind Clark to peek around the corner of the alley into the streets. It was getting pretty late, probably around two in the morning, and even in a city like Gotham people and criminals alike do tend to sleep. The streets were clear for the most part and after figuring their location, Clark and Kon headed off toward the out skirts of town and towards Bruce’s mansion.
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This of course didn’t mean all went very smoothly.
It’s Gotham.
The buildings were a lot bigger and darker than before and they got turned around a couple of times. A drunk tried to kick Clark, some homeless man made a grab from Kon, and they were both chased into an alley by two stray dogs. It also looked like it was about to rain.
Kon got tired a lot also, his legs being a lot shorter than before he wasn’t use to using so much energy so quickly, and Clark had to resort to carrying him for a while or leaving Kon behind. By now, Kon’s pretty much immune to this humiliation. He’s getting sleepy.
Finally, after god knows how long between the city and the underbrush of the outskirts of town they reached the Wayne’s gate.
Kon was cranky, and it was starting to sprinkle.
Clark was limping. He’d cut his leg on a thorn bush when they had to take a detour because of a family of raccoons.
Kon wasn’t sure but he’s never been so happy to see Wayne manor.
Slumping over against the railing he was plum tuckered out. Clark took last minute pity on him, and carried him up the stairs to the large oak door, setting him down on the welcome mat out of the rain, he than proceed to scratch and howl at the door like a professional beggar.
Kon would have laughed if this whole situation was ridiculous.
But he can barely keep his eyes open. Rolling up into a small furry ball to keep warm, he tucks his tail around his body and slips his paws under his stomach.
Clark howling is getting louder, and so it the rain.
Then, Clark pauses and they both hear the clicking of the lock.
His bleary eye’s make out Alfred face, and there’s a warm rush of air from inside.
Exhausted and spirits low sleep overtakes him. Clark will make sure they’re okay.
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Done! I have a new appreciation for writers. Just this half took me forever and a day. I don’t have a beta so with any mistakes comments are appreciated. This is really my first story ever, so if it comes off kinda dull and amateurish you know why.