Asprin, Robert Lynn – Catwoman – Tiger Hunt (With Lynn Abbey)

The weight in Bonnie’s stomach began a nauseous decomposition. She sat down heavily in her chair, chiding herself for this sudden plunge into misery.

It’s not like we had anything in common, she told herself. Selina dresses like she lives in an attic, and Catwoman’s really just a criminal. She had me breaking and entering. Me! I could’ve been caught. My life would have been ruined. It’s better I never see either of her again. We had an adventure together, that’s all.

The prep talk didn’t work; the heartache and disappointment were too fresh. But they’d work eventually, and, confident of that, Bonnie hung the canvas bag over her shoulder. Locking the Wilderness Warriors’ door each night was Bonnie’s responsibility, and she did it with great care, double-checking everything before she permitted herself to turn around and look at the sidewalk.

“You really should pay more attention to what’s going on around you.”

“Omygod.” Utterly startled, Bonnie staggered away from the door and the voice. Her eyes said “Selina” but the rest of her was caught up in terror. “Omygod.” The bag slipped from her shoulder. The straps tangled around her feet and she wound up sprawled on her rump against the garbage cans.

Selina held out her hand. “You’re a smart lady, but you sure don’t belong here in Gotham City.” She easily pulled Bonnie to her feet, then hung the bag back on her shoulder. “You’ve got a nice home, nice family in Indiana. Why on earth did you ever come to Gotham City?”

“Why does anyone come to Gotham City?” Bonnie replied rhetorically as she brushed herself off. “This is where the excitement is. With all that niceness, Indiana’s terminally boring.”