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Impasse: Breaking and Entering

Gotham Central Transit Station

3:33 a.m.

The loud clacking of the sleek shiny suede pair of black high heeled pumps echoed profoundly in the relative silence of the old train station. At this time of morning, very few travelers used this locale, as most of the traffic had already switched to the new station closer to the center of the city. This station was now nearly deserted.

It was for this very reason that she had chosen it to bring her home.

From the shadows, even the assassins which had been sent to kill her had to admire the woman that was Selina Kyle. Her womanly stride was confident and fierce, her demeanor exuding high society and authority. Her physical allure was constant and undeniable. The black leather coat covering her down to her muscular calves parted as she walked to reveal a slim, toned, very feminine figure clad only in a dark, form fitting black dress which barely reached down to the middle of her creamy thighs. Her long, naturally blonde hair covered her shoulders and fell almost all the way down to the small of her back, giving way to the most sensuous and enticing eyes that either of the men had ever seen. Selina Kyle in person was truly a magnificent sight.

It was truly a pity that she was going to die this night.

Selina Kyle came to a stop as the adjoining train she had been waiting for arrived and pulled to a stop in front of her. She threw her hair back with a feminine shake, and just this move made her seem drop dead sexy. She glanced back at the shadows behind her, knowing that the men sent to kill her were well hidden within them, and she smiled silkily. Then, she slipped between the opening train doors in front of her.

Lockinson and Kensington, the duo of assassins well known collectively as Lock and Key, swiftly emerged from the shadows and boarded the train two cars down from Selina. They moved like a well oiled team, their moves having been honed and practiced through years of experience. Side by side, they slowly began to make their way up the central aisle of the train toward Selina's car.

Selina watched the duo very carefully out of the corner of her eyes as she sat seemingly calm and quiet. They both wore long black trench coats, probably covering an arsenal of weaponry. They also wore two black wide brimmed hats to conceal their faces in shadow, no doubt to make identification difficult should anyone spot them in the area of a completed job. They were old school, and that meant they were very dangerous.

Lock and Key made their way to the doors connecting to Selina's car. The train was passing through an especially dark area of the tunnel, and as they stepped through the adjoining doors the cars seemed to become nearly completely black. The cars were in darkness for only a few moments, just long enough for the two men to close the door behind them.

Yet, when Lock and Key looked over to where Selina was sitting… she was gone.

Lock and Key immediately became alarmed. The only traces that a lovely young woman had once been sitting in that seat were the two bags sitting on the floor of the train, the black leather coat laying against the back rest, and the two pair of shiny black stiletto heels resting upright side by side. It almost seemed as if the woman had disappeared right out of her clothes.

Lock quickly pulled a powerful 357 Magnum out of the inside of his coat, followed by Key withdrawing a double pump shotgun and cocking it loudly. Their eyes carefully searched the compartment in front of them.

They failed to look up above them first.

Perched and ready for attack above them, the Catwoman was carefully positioned across the ceiling directly above the two assassins. With her shoes off, Catwoman had spread her legs into a perfect split to brace her soles against the plastic arching of the train roof. Having donned her costume gloves, she had dug her extended nails into the roof of the train, holding her lithe body suspended above them.

Lock sniffed the air around them, and caught the scent of a very expensive perfume. At the same moment, almost in slow motion, Key's eyes adjusted to the sight of a single strand of long yellow hair gracefully gliding down through the air just inches in front of his eyes.

Both of them knew they were done.

At the second they started to move into action, both of them swinging their guns upward, Catwoman pulled her legs in and swung downward. Both of her heels connected solidly with the backs of their heads with loud cracks which resounded through the air. As both men stumbled forward, Catwoman continued her powerful yet graceful swing and turned, landing in front of the two of them without making a sound.

At the moment that her toes touched the floor of the train, her right hand snatched her miniature whip out of its case tucked tightly against the small of her back and quickly swung it out toward the smaller Key. The deadly thin leather wrapped tightly around his neck as he clawed it at trying to free himself.

Selina leaped into the air and landed solidly on his collarbone, breaking it instantly, before she jumped off of him and slammed both feet into Lock's chest. In recoil, she spun her body upward and lashed out with her gloved claws, gashing deep into the side of Lock's neck. Selina landed on the back of Key's right shin, breaking it as well. She pulled hard on her whip as he started to howl in pain, choking the breath out of him.

The assassination attempt was over in seconds, and it had ended badly for the assassins. Selina was standing tall with one foot on top of Key grimacing in intense pain and the incapacitated Lock laying on the floor in front of her desperately clinging to his profusely bleeding neck.

"Well, boys, let's talk, shall we?" Selina purred quietly. "I could've cut your partner's jugular vein and finished him off, but I didn't," she said as she looked down at Key. "Still, he's in pretty bad shape. I suggest you answer my questions and help him stumble to a hospital before you both expire. You understand me?" she asked as she pulled on her whip again.

With his face contorted in extreme pain, Key could only nod an assent to her.

"Good," Selina continued. "Now, who sent you?"

"You… you know we can't… tell you that," Lock forced out, his husky heavy Bronx accented voice growled.

Selina was surprised at his resilience. Even though she had put him down, he still had the wherewithal to try to speak to save his partner's life. These old school guys were tough, indeed.

"I think you better make an exception this one time," she said, her voice simultaneously very polite and very threatening.

"We… we can't… do that," Key backed up his partner's words. "In our line… of business… you know we can't… give up da client," he managed through teeth gritted in pain.

"I could rip the skin off your neck with this whip," Selina spoke to Key directly. "And your partner will need immediate medical attention. His time is running out," she said with a glare.

Key hesitated for only a moment longer before he relented. "We got the job from Falcone. But he was hosting the job for a client that he owed a favor. We didn't ask no more. That's all we know. Honest. Straight up."

Selina knew she had heard the truth. These old timers weren't prone to lies. She carefully released her whip from around Lock's neck and retracted it. She slowly stepped off of him and walked over to gather her things as the two men helped one another to their feet. She took her time slipping her heels back on, pulling on her coat, and picking up her bags. Selina then walked back toward the men to give them her parting words.

"Have Falcone tell his client, that if he wants me so bad, he'll have to up his price tag," she said as she menacingly walked toward them. Then, she stopped and turned toward the train doors opening in front of her. "Thanks for the entertainment, boys," she said as she stepped between the train doors and disappeared into the night.