Been sitting on this one for a while, had it written but was holding off on posting. Anyhow, let me know what yas think, good or bad. Hope you enjoy.

BLACK CAT vs MARY JANE (Sidestory)
BLACK CAT vs CATWOMAN
By CrimsonRash and Foreshadow
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Selina Kyle skitted back and forth through her chique skyrise apartment, adding the final touches to her makeup while trying to locate the small designer handbag that perfectly matched her dazzling evening gown. The sometimes thief, sometimes heroine/villainess was running unreasonably, borderline unfashionably, late for another in a seemingly endless parade of high profile charity galas hosted by the Wayne Foundation; Feed the Children or some such nonsense; in the end it was just another excuse for Gotham City's rich and beautiful to gather and pat themselves on the back, applauding their own misplaced sense of social awareness; a chance to smooze, drink free booze, eat tiny, unfilling, h'dourves, and determine which vapid, stupidly wealthy, man-about-town she would next take the opportunity to fleece of whatever treasures or trinkets he was bragging about while trying to sneak a peak down the front of her dress.
As she stood in front of the full length mirror, she took a moment to adjust her ample breasts, which sat snuggly cradled in her tight, push-up underwire bra; Selina was hanging lower than she would like lately, and begrudingly accepted the need for the extra little boost offered by the lacey contraption. Despite this, though, not many woman can claim to have aged as gracefully as Selina; she was as beautiful now as she had been in her early career, and still turned many a head; the slight signs of her age only helped to give her character and hint at her practiced experience; something those vapid and brainless young debutants couldn't compete with.
Perhaps she'd even the head of the event's host, Bruce Wayne. Selina relished the chance to flirt, tease, and inevitably seduce the millionaire playboy; and hopefully later that night his even sexier crimefighting persona; the Cat and the Bat, together at last. She smiled at the reflection that greeted her in the full length mirror, running her hands over her hips and up her curvacious body approvingly, lingering over her pushed up and firm looking breasts, which spilled over the edge of the tight gown slightly, emphasising their size and pliancy, "Ooooooh, Kitten, you've still got it!" she purred, running her hands down her long legs to adjusting the slit in her dress; she wanted just enough curvy, toned, leg had to stick out to entice without screaming, 'I'm a whore', like those other, well, whores would. Selina was nothing if not the epitamy of class and breeding.
"What do you think, Isis? Is Mommy still sexy?" Selina playfully asked of her black Kalico, who lazily yawned it's agreement from it's perch on the edge of the sofa. She stepped into her favorite high heels; a slick black pair of strap-ons whose sharp stilletto heels added at least three inches to her already imposing height. Selina topped this all off with a final adjustment to her long dark hair, which she had pinned up and held in place with an antique pair of jade Chinese hair pins carved to look like two slim and slinky Siamese cats; a favorite 'aquisition' of hers. She gave herself a final once over, blowing a cheeky kiss to her reflected counterpart, before making her way to the door.
Her mind was filled with fanciful daydreams of a night of passion with Gotham's most eligable, and richest, bachelor, or his stoic counterpart, as she didn't notice the warning hiss of her cat, Isis, as she threw open the door to allow exit from the posh apartment, only she was savagely snapped back to reality; her lustful daydream shattered like so much stained glass by the hard impact of a fist with her unprepared gut; the air forced out of her unwilling lungs as she staggered back into her home; unaware of what had hit her. She regained focus only in time to see a gloved fist smash directly into her delicate, thin, nose. Selina's heels slipped on the slickly polished tile of the foyer as she lost her footing, falling gracelessly onto her shapely, toned, ass. Her nose throbbed from the haymaker and sent painful pulses through her face. Her eyes were watering as she blinked repeatly to regain her focus; she could just barely make out the familiary shilouhette of her former friendly rival and competition, the sultry Black Cat, standing in the arch of her oak doorway.
Isis hissed and got her back up threateningly. Felicia responded with her own catlike hiss; sending a shiver through the hostile beast, which scurried out the door past her, frightened by this superior threat, saving it's own skin and betraying her master.
Selina could only mentally curse her own carelessness; Felicia shouldn't have been able to find her this easily; as she attempted to regain her footing, her uncooperative heels scratching and skidding against the smooth tile; but was met with an unforgiving knee to the chin from the unrelenting platinum blonde. The blow slammed her mandible into her upper jaw, rattling her pearly white teeth, and she could taste the blood begin to pooling in her mouth from the loosened teeth. Felicia stood triumphantly over her downed foe, hands on her wide, shapely, hips. Selina could almost feel the savage fury burning in the blonde Goddess' eyes, and knew she'd have to do something, anything, to defend herself quickly and turn this around, or she'd be in real trouble. Felicia allowed her to get to claw her way up the wall, and watched as Selina stumbled to her feet on unsteady legs, still dazed and confused from the initial blows. Backing up to give Selina some space, Felicia slowly stalked her prey with silent focus and determination. She was giving no quarter and betraying no weakness; this was all business.
"F-fucking bitch. You dare attack me in my own home, like some kind of common street thug? I'm going to kill you for this," Catwoman spat clumsily as she backed away, propping herself up against the wall. Throwing herself off the wall at her attacker, Selina lobbed a desperate, sloppy, looping punch, which sailed lazily toward Felicia, only to be easily and dismissively swatted away.
"Nice try, you feeble, aging, cunt," Felicia spit out, returning the aggressive gesture with a right hook of her own that connected soundly with Selina's recently made up face. The singular punch was nearly enough to put her out, but Felicia followed with a nasty combination, whipping her foot in a straight kick to Catwoman's exposed ribs, nearly folded her in half, followed in due course by a basic but effective left-right combo, rattling her head painfully back and forth. Unable to keep balance in her high heels, Selina again tumbled back tothe floor.
"Ugh..Shit, fuck!" she griped and moaned as she fell with a soft thud. Without a chance to recover she sceamed painfully as she was hauled to her feet by her long dark locks; taloned fingers entangling themselves in the brunette hair; the jade hair piece clattering on the hard floor as her locks came undone. Felicia kept her doubled over by her hair; like a jersyed hockey goon; and alternatinfly rammed her knees into the brunette's head. Catwoman desperately tried to claw at her attacker's wrists and arms in a futile attempt to free herself, but without her clawed gloves, it was impossible to do any harm to the Black Cat's leather sheaved arm.
Maintaining control, Felicia began to swing and whip her overwhelmed opponent around by her now unkempt hair; jerking her head down then up, tugging and tearing painfully at the roots; befire Felicia finally, mercifully, released her firm grip and allowed the momentum to carry the brunette back to the hallway mirror, shattering it, "Looks like you're having nothing but bad luck today, deary," Felicia mocked playfully, as she grabbed Selina by her arm and spun her further into the apartment, cruelly jerking her arm and almost dislocating it. Moving faster than the brunette's addled brain could comprehend, Felicia kicked straight out with her heeled boot, nailing her directly in the belly button, driving the breath from her overmatched opponents lungs.
Selina gasped raggedly, trying to recapture her breath, as she tumbled clumsily back, tripping into a small, plush, armchair in her living room, which promptly tipped over backwards, dumping her unto the floor. The back of Selina's head hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud as she rolled out of the chair. She groaned as she tried to turn over and crawl away, clawing at the floor, her legs spasming and slipping against the smoothly polished hardwood, trying to drive her forward, in an attempt to put some distance between her and her attacker, allowing time to recover.
Selina managed to lift herself onto her hands and knees, clumsily making her way toward the sanctity of her bedroom. Unfortunately, before she even got close she felt strong, leather gloved hands grip her ankles and drag her back; pulling her off her hands, causing her to fall jaw first onto the floor, again rattling her jaw, and chipping a tooth. She felt Felicia unstrap and remove one of her black heels, followed by a sharp, painful, blow to the head, before everything began to faded to black, her eyes lazily closing, her last bit of consciousness leaving her as Felicia stood menacingly overhead.
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Selina's eyes fluttered open; she had no idea how much time had passed. Her throbbing head was a painful reminder of what had transpired before she'd been overtaken by the inky blackness of unconsciousness; she could feel her hair sticky and matted with blood that trickled from a small gash had been opened in the back of her head from where the sharp spike of the heel had struck her. Her face felt puffy and swollen, she'd almost certainly be sporting a set of racoon eyes in the morning. Her nose was still bleeding, her every exhale sending a little sputter of blood running down her over her split lip and into her mouth; there was a coppery taste of blood and phelgm. She coughed a bit, splattering a fine spray of the viscous good onto her exposed chest. Selina was sitting up, bent at the waist, her back supported by pillows. She tried to move her hand to wipe the red tinged goo from her chest, only to meet with immediate resistance; she was fastened to her own bedpost. She lazily turned her head and brought her eyes into focus to see what it was that bound her. Both her wrists had been lashed to the bedpost by her own bras; Selina failed to see the humor in this.
"Well rise and shine, you busted old cunt," Selina's eyes widened in shocked realization, the memories of who her assailant had been and the short brutal fight came flooding back to her; the cold and calculating voice reminded her that this ordeal was far from over. She slowly raised her head from where it lazily drooled to witness her dominant foe, Felicia Hardy, standing confidently and unmarked over her. Her platinum blonde assailant smiled menacing, her plump red lips parting to reveal the flash of white teeth underneath; like those of a Chesire Cat starring with malicious intent from the shadows; as she stalked up to her helplessly bound and prostate brunette victim, crawling cat-like across the large matress and sliding up Selina's prone body, her expansive cleavage hugged tightly against her chest by the skintight catsuit. Felicia grabbed Selina's once pretty face; her makeup was smudged and her eyes and cheeks already bruising, her nose looked slightly crooked; her fingers squeezing her cheeks firmly between strong, sharp, fingers, giving her a 'kissy face' look as she compressed her cheeks together, pushing out her plump, bloodied lips. Felicia's face held mere inches from Selina's, and the broken Cat could feel the warmth of the blonde's hot breath against her face; it smelt sweet, like milk and honey.