A Cat's Claws

Figuring It Out

"Hello, readers! In this book you might find some things that are similar to things in my story 'A Little Birdy Told Me' and that's okay! I have given this author the okay to use the premise of my story because the rest of the plot is different. I ask that you give both stories consideration. They are written by two very different people and tell two different tales. This is what fanfiction is about right? You take the basics of something and manipulate it so it becomes your own creation. So this story can be seen as a fanfic based on a fanfic based on a fictional family. That's great in my opinion; however, that doesn't give anyone the right to 'steal' anyone's story. Fluffykitty149 approached me with respect and told me that my story was an inspiration. I read a draft of the story and approved it. But just because I did this for this author doesn't mean I or anyone would do the same for you. Always be sure to ask and give credit.

Happy reading!

CPE"

YASMINE

I woke up this morning and still no sign of mom or my aunts. I sigh as I get up and brush my long shaggy hair and walk around the apartment. It's been three months since I've seen any of them which means something is up. Usually, if mom was out in one of her missions the most it would take is three weeks and we were in America at the moment, she would send either Ivy or Harley to watch over me. She never takes this long when I'm with her in America and if she did someone would've come. So far neither Harley or Ivy are answering me, I can understand that they'd be busy but no one has seen either of them at Belle Reve, Arkham Asylum, and when I checked files on the Suicide Squad it seems as if Harley never showed up. I walk into the kitchen and pull out the heavy jug of milk and pour some into my cereal. I sat with Isis and Serafina our two cats as I stared out the window expecting mom to swoop in with clothes and jewels telling me about her crazy mission and why she was so late but as usual nothing but the honking horns of Forte New York. I look over the note that was on my bed the first day she left Sorry Yasmine another mission love you -Selina. I tapped my chin she never uses a printer to write her notes and she usually calls me kitten during them. I walked over to her room and put my hand on the door. She told me to never enter her room while she was gone. There she had all of her missions and the only printer. Maybe I could figure something out. I take a deep breath and push open the door. I scan the room for any signs of things out of place and I saw her bed was undone. She likes to do her bed before she goes out on a mission since she knows she'll be tired. I look over at the printer and wastebasket, both are empty, no previous printing and it looks like the basket was emptied, she has time to empty a waste bin that's barely an inch high but no time to do her bed? Somethings up. I look on her desk for anything out of the blue when I feel a piece of index card taped to the table I unstick it and when I look at the white side there is a small cat design on the corner, I flip it over and find a letter in my mom's scratchy handwriting Kitten no time I gotta go. you need to find Tomcat in Gotham he'll take care of you Harley and Ivy are i- 555-394-0023. Tomcat? My dad! She nicknames him Tomcat. What happened to her, and what do Harley and Ivy have to do with it. They must've teamed up but they haven't done that since they were the Gotham Sirens. What were they doing together? I shake my head trying to forget about it and focusing on the mission at hand. I have to go and find my dad he might be the only one who can help. I take a deep breath and try not to let my head get clouded with emotion. They need me to deliver the message. I run to my room and get my go bag. Something that my mom made in case of emergencies like this one and I begin to stuff it with clothes, money, some food, and my favorite book The Alchemist. I want to take the other 1001 nights but it's too thick. I then put on a warm outfit since it's winter and put in my pocket a whip and a swiss army knife. I pull the hood of my coat up and put on dark cat-eye shades covering my eyes and walk out hoping I left the cats with enough food. I walk down the street for a while looking for a payphone and luckily I spot one after a few blocks and I run to it. I take out the slip of paper and a few quarters and type in the phone number. Soon a voice speaks out "hello Wayne residence?" Wait my dad's from the UK too? I thought the reason we lived there was to keep me a secret "Um hi, I'm looking for the head of the house" I squeak. Gosh, I've never been this nervous the line remains silent for a bit.