The Girl in Boy Wonder's Clothes

Kelli's POV:

I was feeling pretty good as I headed up Walnut Street. it was warm, early evening and I was headed for Lacy's house and the night's Halloween party. My mother's reaction to seeing me in my costume had buoyed my spirits. I'm not one to usually 'dress up' so most of the time I dreaded Halloween and the costume parties it involved.

But my mother's gleeful reaction to seeing me in my Robin, the Boy Wonder, Batman's youthful partner in crime fighting, was just so delightful. I have to admit that I had gotten so into character that I had even let mom cut my hair so I looked more 'boyish', as she said it. That, looking boyish, was not always a look a fourteen year old girl strives to be seen as.

But heck, it was only for one night and it did enhance the costume I was wearing. The cowl was a bit annoying to wear but once at the party I could take it off I figured.

I cut across Walnut and headed up Clover. Lacy's house was three blocks up Clover. As I did I had to pause as a stretch, black limo passed me as I stood at the curb. It went up a ways before abruptly pulling to the curb a half a block up.

I felt no sense of danger as I passed it. Our neighborhood was a safe neighborhood where crime was virtually unheard of.

My sense of safety was quickly disturbed. As I passed the parked limo the back door of it flew opened and before I could react I was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the car. So quickly was the attack that I was too stunned to scream. As I tumbled across the large, leather seat and righted myself I found myself staring at a woman, dressed entirely in black wearing a black, pointed cowl.

The sight of her, smiling slightly as she climbed in beside me relieved my fears somewhat. She was obviously in costume and on her way to her own Halloween party. She was the spitting replica of Catwoman.

I had to smile back her costume was so perfect. "Catwoman!"

She tilted her head to one side as the limo pulled away from the curb. "Boy Wonder" she said in a purr. "So we meet again."

"Yeah," I said in the way of a reply. "Seems so. Are you kidnapping me?"

"Appears to be the case now doesn't it?"

I looked for humor in her tone but, to tell the truth, she appeared to be very serious. I guess Catwoman abducting Robin was a common occurrence as I had read in all the newspaper accounts. I wondered if this was a spur of the moment decision by her. Her in her Catwoman costume passing by a Robin, the Boy Wonder, walking down the street. In her role for the evening as Catwoman what could have been more appropriate than to snatch Robin?

Still.......... it was rather bold. I studied her trying to decide if I knew her from some where. A friend of the family? A teacher at school? It was hard to believe that stranger would find pulling me into the limo out of nowhere as acceptable behavior. Well, the bottom line was she didn't look familiar. In fact it was hard to imagine she was anyone but Catwoman.

"Do I know you?" After a silence I asked the obvious question.

"You should. We've locked horns, Boy Wonder, many times now haven't we?"

I was starting to think she was quite serious. That this wasn't some silly prank. And her addressing me as Boy Wonder was unnerving me. True,without the help of my usual bras I suppose I did look very un........eh.......curvy. And I wasn't wearing a bra since I wanted to project a young male image.

"Now just behave, Boy Wonder, so we don't have to have any unpleasantness."

Boy Wonder? There she goes again.

I assumed we were going to go a few blocks down and she'd let me out and the joke would be over and she could go on her way. When I looked out the window I saw we had already passed Lacy's house.

"Ah. Excuse me. This is my stop."

I felt her hand on my wrist. Her black, polished nails digging into the flesh on my arms. I was getting frightened. Was she serious?

I tried to make light of it. "Well Catwoman. I suppose if I try to escape you'll just knock me out."

"That is the plan. So just be a good little boy and behave. That way you can enjoy our time together."

I sat back trying to decide what to do. She really seemed to think I was a boy. Maybe, I wondered, if I should tell her I wasn't Boy Wonder. That I wasn't even a boy. That I was Kelli Meyers, a fourteen year old student at Brair High School on her way to a costume party dressed as Robin, Batman's sidekick.

Finally I spoke. " I'm not Robin. And I don't believe you're Catwoman. Both of us are in costume on the way to a Halloween Party."

She nodded but I could see she was unconvinced which meant....... meant?"

"Now sit still," she snapped finally releasing the vise like grip on my arm. "And all will go well."

I was beginning to think she did believe I was the Boy Wonder. Well there was one way to convince her I wasn't a boy, if that's what she really believed. Except that could be very embarrassing. Plus getting out of my costume in the back of a limo wouldn't be easy.

I'm not sure exactly what happened then. I think I turned quickly toward her in order to make a more adamant point. I also think she thought I was attacking her. It really didn't matter for very long, like a half of second. Her fist shot up, balled, and hammered me on the rim of my jaw. Sparks, bursting lights followed and then a deep, silent, blackness took me.

Catwoman's POV:

When I hit Boy Wonder, he gave a soft, almost inaudible groan before slumping against me to be still. Quiet. I gave him a light shove away and he settled, limply in the corner, leaning against the seat. I didn't have to check him. I knew by the solidness my fist had landed that he was knocked out cold.

I shook my head. I should have knocked him out the minute I dragged him into the limo. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt. That Boy Wonder would recognize the hopelessness of his situation. I'm sure he knew I could knock him out any time I wished. It wasn't as if I had reservations about knocking people out. Heaven knows I'd done it enough. In his case more times than I could count. Him, and his lovely sidekick, Batman too.

Knocking Batman out was always a pleasure. Thinking about it now give me goose bumps. He was so silly. That, I can't hit a woman thing of his. Such misplaced standards always, at least almost always, worked against the Caped Crusader. Especially when the woman, this woman, had no qualms about sending him to dreamland. Catwoman had a knockout punch to match his and wasn't reluctant to deliver it.

I tilted my head and glanced in the direction of the unconscious form of Boy Wonder. This had just been so opportune. Seeing Robin prancing, alone, down the street. How could life be so good to me?

I picked up my cell phone. Dialed. And the soft voice came on the other end. "Catwoman? That you?"

"The one and only, " I replied. "This is our lucky day, Guess who I have sharing a ride with me?"

"Let me take a wild guess. Colonel Sanders? Come on. No time for games. Who?"

"None other than Batman's faithful sidekick."

I heard Cheetah gasp on the other end. "No way! How did you pull that off. That brat has given us so much grief in the past I'm surprised he......... sharing a ride? How's that?"

"Well, he wasn't all that cooperative to be honest." I looked over at the knocked out Robin enjoying my triumph. "I think the right to the jaw decided it for him."

"You knocked him out?"

"Did. And loved it." I looked at Robin's slumbering form. There just wasn't something right about him. He looked........what...softer than I remembered. Now that his eyes were closed his lashes? They seemed......longer.

I shrugged. Back to the business at hand. "I think it's time to exercise our plan to trap Batman."

Kelli's POV:

My black world started to fade as consciousness returned. I was slung over someone's shoulder it seemed. I was looking, admittedly hazily, at somebody's rump. A female rump.

I was being carried, like a sack, over someone's shoulder and it wasn't comfortable. I picked up my head and saw we were passing under some branches and they were close enough for me to grab. Which I did.

My sudden grip threw off my the person carrying me balance. It was, no surprise, Catwoman. She flipped over one way and let me crash to the ground. If I was hurt I wasn't about to stop and see how badly.

We both gathered our feet under us.

"Boy Wonder! You are such a pest."

I wasn't about to hang around and argue. And I wasn't about to again try to convince her I wasn't Batman's ward.

I started to run but she was quick, very Catlike quick and she had hold of my wrist.

"Oh dear," she said in exasperation. "Won't you ever learn?"

With that she spun me around and once again clipped me on my already tender jaw. Needless to say the lights went out totally.

Catwoman's POV:

Robin's body pitched into my arms and I hoisted him back over my shoulder again. Actually I should have been more prepared. It had been over an hour since the first time I'd knocked him out in the car. Usually, no matter how hard you hit him, he rebounded back to consciousness rather quickly. As a precaution I should have slugged him on the chin before this. Just to make sure he stayed in dreamland where I wanted him to be.

Oh well. Didn't matter now. He'd be out cold long enough to get him to the cellar of my hide out. I was only steps away from the back door and though he was surprisingly light, lighter than I recalled,he was getting heavy.

I carted my unconscious captive down, flipped him on the cot that I had placed there for just such an occasion. I tied his hands behind his back. Tied his ankles together before knotted a cloth, stuffing it in his mouth as a gag.

I gave him one last look and went back upstairs.