The Truth Behind His Life 9
Title: The Truth Behind His Life
Word count: 1,047
Characters: Selena (Catwoman), Harley, Joker
AN: I am posting this now because I have to warn you guys. I’m ALMOST done with writing one of my stories and I want to get it out of the way. I’m about 4 or 5 chapters away from the very end of that story. Once it’s written and typed, I will be posting it ever week. Once it’s completely posted…this story shall resume in being posted.
Why am I doing this? So I have time to write other stories. If you want to read my other works, you can find me on AFF.net under Faery (or just search for this story).
During this time, I will be writing up future chapters of this story. I have two other chapters, but I’m also finishing Like a Bullet (my NaNo novel).
Thank you for your patience and readership!
Edited: September 10, 2012
Staring out of the window, Selena played with her necklace as Isis sat at her feet, gazing up at her human with green eyes that spoke of the cats worry.
“Why did he come here?” Selena finally asked, looking down to her familiar, getting a curious meow in response. “Why did Xander have to come now? He was doing so well away from here.” A quiet purr of comfort filled the condo as the young woman moved to sit down on the couch. She barely blinked as the familiar clowned face appeared in her window.
“So you know too huh?” the Joker asked, sitting down next to his ex-girlfriend and fellow criminal.
“I found him when he turned 14 and kept tabs on him without anyone knowing,” Selena replied, lips quirking upwards into a little smile. He was raised in a place called Sunnydale, which turned out to be neither a good thing or a bad thing. I was thinking of getting a hold of him…tell him who his family was.”
“Us or your past?” Joker asked in curiosity. Looking over, Selena found that the broken minded man didn’t really show his insanity.
“My family. There is a lot I never told you, much less anyone else and he needs to know it all,” she said softly.
“I saw him at that ball thing that Harley and I hit a few days ago. I didn’t know that he was who he is at the time,” the man hummed, running a hand over his green hair, a couple of the strands falling over his forehead. “He was looking good in a dress and made one of Harleys hyenas calm down.”
“More than likely something left over from the life he lived in Sunnydale,” Selena mused, Isis curling up against her hip. “I don’t know a whole lot about his life. I tried not to look into him all that much, not wanting to draw attention to him. Did your Harley find anything?”
“A few things. He graduated just this May from Sunnydale High School, which had blown up during his graduation ceremony,” Joker said, one leg bouncing as the sound of bells perked Selena’s ears. “Harley girl here was nice enough to print out what we could find out about him. Figured you would want the information. By the by, he apparently hid what he looked like.”
“Thank you, Joker, Harley,” Selena said, taking the folder that was handed over to her by a red clad hand.
“It’s not a problem, doll,” Harley chirped, smiling at the pretty woman that she had been jealous about the woman and her past with her lover. But she had gotten over that after a while and a few talks with Joker. Those two had ended long ago when Selena had disappeared, only to return as the ever ambiguous Catwoman. “So, are you gonna talk with him soon?” she asked, Selena nodding in return.
“Yes, I will. He’s staying with that Dick Grayson,” the slightly older woman stated with a soft smile on her lips. “I can only hope that he won’t toss me out on my ass without listening to what I have to say. Hopefully he’ll believe me and not call me completely nuts.”
“He won’t. His town is rather…off, more so then Gotham actually,” Joker snorted, smirking at the brunette woman, who raised an eyebrow at the man. “The murder rate is up in the double digits, or at least they were until a few years ago, about the same time Alexander lost a close friend and met this one chick named Buffy Summers. All of the information is in the folder.”
“Again, thank you,” Selena said, flipping open the folder, knowing that the two next to her wouldn’t do anything while she was reading.
She read about the two who had adopted their child before moving to Sunnydale, only days after they had given him up. His grades showed that he had had little interest in school but the notes about him showed that he was smart. That trend worked all the way through his school years.
“He was questioned in relation to the explosion at his graduation?” Selena asked, looking at the Joker who just shrugged with a frown tugging at his lips. “And the police…they sound like they’re the criminals. The way they harped after Xander and his friends make the Gotham police force seem like kittens and puppies,” she said, voice rising upwards before Harley reached over and placed her hand over her fellow woman’s mouth.
“Calm down and continue to read, suga’,” the harlequin thief drawled, moving her hand from Selena’s mouth. The cat lover nodded and started to read the information that Harley had dug up.
“I really need to figure out your sources,” Selena hummed as he continued to read. Frowning, she flipped between two pages, eyes dark in thought. “How many mayors with the same name where there and why did he have a hard on for Alexander?”
“Apparently there was one for every generation since the founding of the town,” Harley stated. “I…that is…well, it sounds completely nuts, but one of my contacts said that he was a human warlock that was immortal and trying to gain the abilities of a demon,” she continued.
“I thought that those were just rumors,” Selena sighed, closing the folder and placing it down onto her coffee table, upsetting Isis who yowled as she ran for the bedroom.
“What do you mean, Selena?” Joker asked, eyes narrowing as Harley leant forward, blue eyes dancing with her curiosity.
“What I’m about to tell you can not leave this condo,” Selena stated, the two nodding in agreement. “There are more out there then just humans and freaks of criminal nature. There are demons, witches and other creatures of the night that humans all thing are nothing more than myths and legends.”
“Are you kidding me?” Joker asked, eyes wide as he half stood, Selena shaking her head. “So, how do you know all of this?” he asked, sounding as if his breath had been punched out of him.
“My family are a bunch of mediums, witches and seers,” she stated, lips thin. “Not me so much, but I carry the possibilities in my blood and genes.”