Earth 42

Chapter Four: Closet Portals

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! They mean so much to me! There is one more chapter after this one in Part I of this story. I intend to have four parts, but it takes me forever to write, so I guess we'll see. Again, thank you for the reads and reviews.

Selina lightly landed on one of Black Mask's trucks outside of the courthouse. The giant clock on the outside of the building read 1:27pm. Black Mask's men sprung out from the truck and pointed their guns at her.

"Would you chill?" she asked, sliding down from the top of the truck. They stared at her cautiously then put their guns away.

"Ah, Catwoman." Black Mask rounded the corner. "You're right on time."

"Of course I am."

"I'm glad to see that you're armed," he said, gesturing to her whip.

She hadn't been able to use it that well since her hand had been shot, but if everything went according to plan today, she wouldn't need to use it, because Black Mask and Two-Face would be too busy eliminating themselves.

"You're going to help me with the primary assault," Black Mask said, leading her towards the front of the building.

Catwoman glanced at the clock. 1:29. Two-Face should be just around the corner. They reached the front of the courthouse. It was vacant. That wasn't right.

"Something wrong?" Black Mask asked at her obvious hesitation.

"Nope," she returned confidently.

A large van drove towards the courthouse and stopped right outside the entrance. Two-Face and his goons piled out.

Black Mask tensed. "Two-Face."

"Black Mask," he replied tersely.

Catwoman began to slowly slink backwards, preparing for the inevitable oncoming fight.

"You're late," Black Mask said.

Late? What did he mean?

"There was an accident on the highway," Two-Face said impatiently. "I couldn't control that."

Something was wrong.

Two-Face turned to her. "Hello, Catwoman."

Black Mask chuckled. "Don't look so surprised."

"You didn't think we wouldn't figure out what you were doing?" Two-Face finished and quickly pulled out his gun.

Catwoman barely dodged the shot with a back handspring, ignoring the pain in her hand as she vaulted through the air. She looked up just in time to see Black Mask point his gun at her. She stepped to the side while taking out her whip. She flicked it at Black Mask, quickly disarming him, but worsening her wounded hand in the process.

Catwoman knew she couldn't stay for long. Both Black Mask's and Two-Face's goons were surrounding the building. With the small lead she had, Catwoman quickly sprinted to the side of the building, pushed up the wall, grabbed onto the fire escape despite her hand screaming in pain, and raced up the fire escape.

"After her!" she heard Two-Face bellow.

She ran across the rooftop towards the door leading into the building. Before she reached it, the door burst open, and Black Mask's goons rushed out. Catwoman quickly altered her course, barely avoiding their bullets. She raced to the edge of the building and jumped. It was too far. She wasn't going to make it.