Tama of Tomeowrrow

Strange City

A cloud of blue enveloped me, and before I could react, I was spewed out into an unfamiliar city. I groaned as I flicked my ears, disoriented. I guess the old hag can't change me into anything, but she can still teleport me from one place to another.

I looked around at the strange, unfamiliar environment I found myself in. Tall buildings towered over me, their windows reflecting the bright lights of the bustling streets below. I better find a way to get back the the team quick....

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I walked around the unfamiliar city, taking in the sights and sounds of National City. A quick glance at a nearby newspaper stand confirmed it was 2018. The headlines didn't mean much to me, but I noted the absence of the familiar Flash and Arrow posters plastered across every inch of the walls back home.

My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since before that whole Gary-and-Fairy-Godmother fiasco. I needed to find food first; getting back to the team could wait.

After some time wandering the streets, I spotted a kind lady outside a fish market. She looked down at me and smiled, bending down to offer me a piece of fresh fish. I purred gratefully, my tail flicking in delight as I took the offering.

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Now perched atop a tall building, I savored the delicious fish under the pleasant night sky. The city sprawled below me, bustling with activity. Cars zoomed by, and people moved about, all looking like tiny ants from this high up.

 As I stripped the fish bones clean, I sent out my shadows to do a quick recon of the area.

Suddenly, one of my shadows alerted me to the presence of two armed men storming into the empty building. Their shouting echoed through the halls, and I focused in on their conversation. They were ranting about a "Luthor"? Who was that?

I quickly switched places with my shadow to hide from view as the men made their way up to the 11th floor. I peeked into the room, where a woman was trying to maintain her composure behind a desk.

"Gentlemen, this is a restri—" she started, only to be interrupted.

"Shut up and open the door, ching chong! That bitch you call a boss will pay for what her brother did," one man growled, his gun trained on her.

The woman whimpered, "I'm sorry, but—"

"What's going on out there, Jess?" came a woman's voice through the intercom.

"Ms. Luthor, there are some gentlemen here to see you," Jess said hesitantly.

"Send them in," came the curt reply.

As the door slid open, I darted inside, slipping into the shadow of one of the men to avoid detection. The room's tension was palpable as the woman behind the desk spoke calmly.

"Hello, gentlemen. Time for my weekly assassination, is it?" she quipped.

"Haha, funny aren't you, Luthor? Well, let's see if you think it's still funny after I'm done with you," he replied, stepping forward menacingly.

As she slowly stood, I noticed her frantically pressing at her watch, trying to keep her cool.

"Scoff Did you think we came here unprepared? Your precious Supergirl won't be coming to rescue you this time."

Luthor quickly reached for a taser on her desk, firing it and taking down one man, but the other moved in closer.

"Any last words?" he taunted, grabbing her wrist.

That was my cue. I needed to intervene.

Meow!

I made my presence known, and the man turned to look at me, momentarily distracted.