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Sonny Ho was now up to his neck in debt. Luckily, his fence had paid his bail, but he now owed her $5,000. Katy was not known as "Cut- throat Katy" for nothing. She expected the money to be repaid quickly.So just out of jail, Sonny was again trying to score some bread.Knowing that many older people had a lot of expensive things, he fell back on burglary.
He had staked this house out weeks earlier, but for some reason, did not hit it. But now he was desperate, and decided to go for it.Seeing the silver mugs along the fireplace mantel, he saw that he made the right choice. Opening his bag, he quickly slipped them in, careful not to make any noise.
He heard a creak behind him, and turned to see a dark figure behind him. Startled, he dropped the bag on the floor, and pulled out his gun. He hated the things, but knew that burglary could be more dangerous than mugging, and brought it along anyways.
The bag made a large crash, and he pointed the gun and fired, the large bang and flash of fire from the muzzle blinding and deafening him. However, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure almost gliding to the side, moving out of the way of the bullet. 2 more blasts ripped through the house, and 2 more times, the dark figure slipped aside.
"Oh no, not again!" his mind screamed, knowing that somehow, Spiderman had followed him inside. "I'm going to get you this time, Webslinger!" he screamed. However, that thought was dispelled as he felt a sharp pain along his right arm, and felt tearing pain from his shoulder down to his wrist. Dropping the gun, he could feel blood flowing from the gashes.
Screams from upstairs told him it was time to leave. He bent over and ran towards the door, hoping that any webs would miss him.But even as he did this, his mind was trying to figure out how Spiderman ripped his arm open. This just did not add up.
He hit the ground, leaping over the steps, and ran through the back gate. Running through back alleys and yards, he ran through 2 blocks, hoping that he lost whoever was back there. Finally pausing for breath, he tore off his shirt, and attempted to bandage his wound.He felt a deadly chill as he heard a soft hissing, and then a feminine chuckle.
Catwoman quickly and silently followed the punk that shot at her.Easily anticipating the location of the shots, she moved to the side, knowing that he would not see her very well. And shifting her gaze at the time of the shot, she kept her night vision, even as Sonny lost his.
The blood made it even easier to follow him. She felt a warm rush as she did so, wondering if this is what Batman felt as he chased her down, and other criminals.
"You know," she thought to herself. "This is actually a good feeling. As exhilarating as a burglary, but good. Maybe there is something to being a super-hero after all. I am going to have to think about this, and maybe change my profession."
She was running, also feeling proud for helping the nice old couple. She heard the sirens heading to the house, and knew that pursuit would follow soon. She needed to get that thug soon.
Then she saw him, a thin Oriental kid, wrapping up his torn arm.She walked towards him, hissing as him, then chuckling as she remembered his mistakenly thinking she was Spiderman.
She saw his eyes grow wide, as she narrowed hers. "Well, you gave me a merry little chase there, but now, I have cornered my mouse."
But the kid moved into a martial arts stance, and she knew she would have a battle on her hands. But she also knew that wounded, she would win.
"Who the fuck are you?" the kid said, watching her warily.
"I am known as Catwoman" was her only reply, as she crouched low, almost going to her hands and knees. The kid moved backwards, trying to stay away from her. Suddenly he broke and ran, fleeing towards the opening at the other end of the alley.
Catwoman was caught off guard, and ran after him. She reached out and gave him a punishing slash to the back, ripping him open again from lower neck to mid-back. But luck was with Sunny, and he stumbled and fell into the street, collapsing into the center.
The approaching NYPD patrol car had to make a quick stop, and the 2 officers came out with guns drawn, seeing the kid with the bloody arm and torn up back in front of them. One of them covered him and called for an ambulance and backup as the other moved to check out the alley the kid had come from. But he saw nothing there.
After questioning the kid, and blood evidence and fingerprints on the gun, Sonny was re-arrested. However, none of the cops doubted his claim that Catwoman was in town. One of the Detectives the day before remembered questioning a scar faced car burglar that claimed to have been attacked by her the week before.
This left them with 2 big questions. What was Catwoman doing in New York instead of Gotham City. And most importantly, why was she trying to stop crimes, instead of doing them?
Spiderman had a slow night, but as he headed home, he felt that tingle, and followed it to where it lead him. He found himself outside of a warehouse, and heard what had to be a battle inside. Cautiously, he watched as red light moved around inside, then heard a loud crunching noise. Then a section of the wall was blown out, and he saw Morbuis come out!
Spiderman was about to swing into action. The vampire was one of his deadliest foes, but had to be stopped. Just as he was vaulting the roof, he saw The Thing following him outside, followed by Mr. Fantastic and The Flame. "The Fantastic Five!" he said to himself, and returned to the roof. If anybody could handle Morbius, they could.
He remembered his past dealings with them, including attempts to capture him, then his trying to join them on several occasions. They held an uneasy truce, until the "Secret Wars", where they became allies, then friends of a sort.
Before he realized it, he pulled out his camera, and started to take pictures. The battle continued for almost 5 minutes, before Ben Grimm finally caught him off guard, and knocked him to the ground.Invisible Girl placed a forcefield around him, and Mr. Fantastic slipped adamantium handcuffs on him, then a matching hood over his face, to prevent his biting anybody. Then Morbius was lead into their hover car, and they left for their headquarters tower.
2 rolls of priceless shots, and he knew he would not starve for the next month. As he swung back towards home, he knew this would help him with J.J.J. And besides, having pictures of heroes other than Spiderman would help his career.
He also considered Dr. Morbuis. Hopefully, he would find a cure this time. Richard Reed was another fine scientist, and might help him out. If nothing else, hopefully he might help him regain his sanity.Then he might be able to help in his recovery.
"Peter my boy, these are fantastic!" J.J.J. boomed out, "Just what I want from you! Now THESE are heroes, not that lousy, no account Spiderman you are always bringing me!"
Robby beamed in the corner, pleased that his star photographer was getting such praise from the publisher of the Daily Bugle. Peter had arrived with the pictures just in time to make it for the Late Morning release of the paper. These shots would almost double the circulation of the paper today.
J.J.J. knew that many people that bought early edition papers would pay again for the late edition, just to see these shots.However, he also wanted to get a good price for them.
"Tell you what, I will give you $100 for each, and a $200 bonus for each one we publish."
Peter almost fainted. This was more than he had ever offered before. He almost agreed, before he saw Robby shake his head slightly, an obvious "no" gesture.
He thought to himself "Hmmmm, Robby says no. Must be for a good reason. I will play along, and see what happens."
"Errrr, I don't think so Mr. Jameson. That is not what I had in mind."
"WHAT!" J. Jonah Jameson exploded. "Why you! What do you want then?"
"Well, ask Robbie. We have talked about it, and he can tell you." This was a bluff, but hopefully Robbie would bail him out.
"Yea, Parker and I talked about it, and I told him that this time, he should hold out for a permanent position Jonah. He is our best photographer, freelance or staff. It is time we grab him, before another paper does. You have to admit, if he took these to any other paper, they would jump at a permanent offer. Why not have him for ourselves?"
Peter was impressed. They HAD talked about making him a permanent staff member, but he had not realized that this could do it.And he had to agree. These pictures WOULD get him on staff with any of the other papers.
"Hmmmmm, perhaps you're right. OK Parker, you are hired full- time, effective now. I will have your badge and credentials printed up, and give you your bonus for equipment."
Realizing he had him by the balls, he decided to press his luck one more time. "OK Mr. Jameson, full time, plus the $100 per shot, and $200 for each published."
The explosion was expected, but finally, they agreed on $100 per shot, and $100 bonus for each published. He knew that this would be the last time he would get such a bonus, since he was salaried now.But along with that, came the assurance that he would not starve anymore.
He collected his check for $5,300 a few hours later, for the 24 pictures on the 2 rolls, and the 5 pictures that were published. He told Robby about the idea for photographing the exhibit in Soho, and he agreed, saying that he could also write the article to go with them. A by line would add to his credentials, and enhance his career.
Robby smiled as Peter Parker made his exit. Finally, that kid was getting what he deserved.
Selina did her typical workout at the gym. After a shower, she rode through Central Park, feeling the wind in her face. Now she understood why Batgirl always rode a motorcycle. She had forgotten how much fun they were. She also considered the events of the night before.
Chasing down that criminal HAD felt good. She watched it reported on the news after she got up, then read about it in the paper.So now it was in the open, she was in the Big Apple. She thought about what Bruce might do when he heard. Would he follow her here? Would he come after her?
She also read about the Fantastic Four. She beamed when she saw Peter's name under the pictures. She would HAVE to pump him for information when she saw him tonight.
Parking the bike, she walked around the lake in the center of the park. Seeing that reminded her that there was more potential here for capture than back in Gotham City. Back home, there was only Batman to worry about. Here, there was Spiderman, Fantastic Four, and sometimes even Iron Man, X Factor, Thor, Namor, and Captain America to worry about. Not to mention that The Hulk was rumored to be in the area.
Not that the green monster was a hero, but he was unpredictable.You never knew where he would show up, or what he would do. So this made it something she had to consider. She was still pondering this as she returned back to the bike, and rode home, arriving just before sunset.
She had just taken off her jacket when she heard a knock at the door. Peter was there, and they greeted each other with a long, but gentle kiss. Then she dragged him in, and insisted he tell her about how he got the shots the night before.
Peter told her a modified version, on how Spiderman had called him, then a meeting between them on a rooftop where he had heard a burglary was going to take place. Then the fight between Morbius and the FF just happened to break out. He mentioned how Spiderman had been waiting to help if needed, but he was not.
Selina listened closely, fascinated in the telling of the story.Then Peter mentioned on how Catwoman was also in the area. She listened as he told her of his "conversation with Spiderman" about that vileness'. Peter said that while Spiderman was worried, he was just as puzzled as the rest of NY as to her behavior.
"I mean, this is not like her. She is one of Batman's most deadly enemies. But here she is, stopping crimes. It just does not add up."
"Well," Selina said, "maybe she is trying to change. Surely, she had made a lot of money by now, and no longer need to steal. Maybe she is trying to 'recover her soul', and clean herself up."
Even as she said this, it occurred to her that she may be telling the truth. Maybe she should do just that.
"If she does, she will have to tell Spiderman the secret. He has been trying to clean up his image for years. But no matter how much good he does, either somebody takes it wrong, or he makes one mistake that blows it."
Peter then offered to take her to dinner, and Selina accepted.She got the helmets for her bike, but he told her that they would take his car.
"But Peter, you don't have a car."
"Ahhh, I do now" he said, a gleam in his eye. "I bought it with the bonus I got from my boss today. I am now a full-time staff photographer for the Daily Bugle, and got a bonus for over five thousand smackers for the shots I took last night."
So the two of them left, hitting a nice restaurant, then a night club for some more celebrating. By the time they returned home, both were tired, and just a little tipsy.
Retiring to Selina's place, she poured them each some more wine to celebrate, then sat on the couch, listening to the stereo playing in the background. Within minutes, they were kissing and caressing each other, each knowing what the other wanted.
Within minutes, her blouse had been pulled over her head, and Peter's hands were all over her soft breasts. Selena's hands were inside his underwear, caressing his tight ass and pulling him tighter against her.
She was surprised as he stood up with her in his arms, and carried her to her bedroom. He did so as if she weighed nothing. "Wow tiger, what did you have for breakfast, Wheaties?"
Peter almost dropped her when she said that. "What is it, what did I say wrong?"
Peter gently laid her on the bed, then collapsed on the floor and sobbed. She moved down and held him as he said that that was Mary Jane'' pet name for him. Selina fought back guilty tears as she held him, as Peter drunkenly cried. Rarely had she seen a guy so vulnerable, but strong at the same time. She was sure that if not for the alcohol, he would not be doing this. But the fact that he could keep this inside, showed how strong he was also.
Finally, he stopped. He apologized, and she covered his lips with her finger, then had him stand up. Silently, she lit a candle, then undressed him. She then undressed herself, then led him to the bed. Gently kissing a few times, she said she wanted to sleep with him, but did not expect anything. She simply wanted his company, and his arms around her as she drifted off. Peter happily complied, and they kissed a few more times before drifting off.
Hmmmm, so good.
Yes, there. Like that, hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Uhhhhh, yes, tight. So hot, ahhhhhhhh.
Selina slowly came awake, and wrapped her legs around the body on top and inside of her. Hmmmmm, just like she had imagined. Through the alcohol and sleep fog, she realized that Peter and her were finally making love. He felt so good, above and inside of her.
It was just like she imagined, big enough to give her a full feeling, but not large enough to hurt.
Peter came awake just before she did, feeling her hand around his cock, sliding him inside of her. He faintly remembered feeling each caress the other, as if in a dream. Almost-memories of caressing breasts, belly, and wet pussy were replaced with sharper visions of sliding in and out of her tight body.
She felt so good under him, and they kissed passionately. Her legs crossed over the back of his thighs, and her pelvis arched up to meet his. Hands squeezing his ass, pulling him tighter with each slow thrust in.
Ohhh, he is so good. Sliding almost all the way out, then in, pressing tight as he penetrated her fully, the base of his cock pressing hard against her clit. Arms under her shoulders, palms holding her shoulders, preventing her from moving to far up on his thrusts in, pressing his chest down enough to feel good, but not enough to crush.
Neither could remember who had started it. They shared dream- like memories of kissing, fondling, caressing, then sliding together.Both were unsure if she pulled him on top, or he covered her on his own. But both were happy with the results.
Peter fought back his reflex to move faster, just slowly moving in and out, loving the sensation of being inside of this lovely woman.Selina was so sexy, and he could still not believe he was making love to her. Especially considering how short of a time they knew each other.
Selina moaned, gently biting his neck, and digging her nails into his back. She knew he would have scratches in the morning, but could not help herself. He just felt so good inside her, filling and emptying her pussy the way she loved it. She felt him against her clit again, then again, then again. She knew she was about to cum, and it would be big.
Peter felt her nails, but ignored the pain. He felt her pussy squeeze him, and her vulva pulsing against him as he paused before he slid back out of her. He started to thrust a little harder and faster, hearing her moan and suck on his neck.
Unable to hold back, Selina gave in, feeling her orgasm overpower her. Hips bucking, breasts tight against his chest, legs squeezing hard. Her clit exploded, sending hot needles to her brain, causing her to buck and moan. Body stiff, one of the largest orgasms of her life came over her, and at it's peak, she felt the flood inside her that said that Peter had reached his also.
He was unable to hold off. The last 2 minutes, he had held off.But when Selina bucked, and her vagina squeezed him hard, he pushed all the way in, and let it come. He shot his sperm deep into her body, feeling her teeth dig lightly into his neck, her body tight against him, legs squeezing him tight.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her, the couple now gently kissing, her hands caressing his sweaty back, he holding her tight. They whispered gentle words to each other, as they both savored the emotions going through each.
Selina held him tight, loving the feeling as he softened inside of her, slowly sliding out. After almost 10 minutes, his cock finally slid out, and she felt a small glob of their combined fluids follow, but she did not care. Peter rolled onto his back, and she curled up next to him, one leg over his, her head and one arm on his chest.
Suddenly feeling a little worry, Peter asked "Eh, Selina. Are, are, are you taking anything?"
Puzzled for a moment, then realizing what he was talking about."No, but it's OK. I got Norplant a few months ago. So there is no reason to worry about pregnancy, even thought it would be to late to worry about that now." She giggled slightly, and Peter joined in, agreeing with her.
They talked for a while more, until they both drifted off to sleep again, this time to sleep through the night.