22/march

I have decided to take up the department’s phycologist suggestion and start a journal. He says the job can be stressful, especially in Gotham, and after a few weeks here, I could not agree more.

Since I arrived here, I was immediately placed in Commissioner Gordon’s “special unit”. Gordon himself seems nice, though I don’t see him very often, Officer Montoya and Harvey Bullock are the people I interact most of the time.

Officer Montoya is nice, she has a bright disposition and introduced herself very pleasantly. Bullock on the other hand is an asshole. He immediately clarified that I wasn’t put on his unit because of my skills, but due to my perfectly clean record.

I guess it was a bit too dumb of me to think I would have enough reputation to impress the GCPD with just my file, but it still stung a bit. Since then, there has not been a single uneventful day. Gotham really is one of the worst places I have ever seen, crime is rampant, corruption is high, everything is expensive…

I hate it here. But somehow, I just don’t want to quit. There is something else to this city, something special, something that is buried beneath all the dirt and grime that promises it may be worth it in the end.

I think I might have let the Wayne’s propaganda affect me a bit too much…

Anyways, it has been hard, I spent most of my day working, so I barely have to look at this crappy apartment. That is a plus, I guess…

25/march

Well, today I have something new to talk about. I have just received my very own case that I can handle without supervision. Gordon’s unit usually focuses on homicides but since it is my first case, I was assigned a string of robberies the mayor is pressuring Gordon into pursuing.

The perpetrator has targeted the socialites and rich people of Gotham. The robberies have been impressive and damn near perfect, always in downtown where more people are liable to see you, always very difficult targets, always without violence.

I have spent most of the day interviewing the 3 victims and analysing the gathered evidence. Thankfully since it happened to rich people it means the rest of the GCPD is working.

So here is what I know. One victim managed to glimpse at the burglar as he made his exit. He said he wore some sort of grey or black catsuit since he distinctly remembers the ears, the newspaper now call him “the Cat burglar” due to this.

The Cat seems to use a very hard tool to cut through windows and must have a crazy good pulse since it is almost a perfect circle. He is a very apt climber, we found some brick dust on the scene that must have come from outside, and he must use a real cat or something to avoid triggering alarms, because we found some weird cat hair on the carpet, and the owner was allergic.

Now comes the tricky part, to catch him. The most difficult part will come from avoiding his escape. If he manages to get outside the building and starts doing acrobatic stuff, I won’t be able to catch him. So, I will have to set him up.

So, this is the plan. There are a few rich people that haven’t been robbed yet, but Ms Agatha is of special interest because she matches the killers M.O almost perfectly. With some tinkering I can imitate the signal of the alarm and activate the lockdown security system with my cell phone.

I better get to it and pray she goes for it; I will have to lay out the final details on the way, otherwise I won’t have time to lay the trap if by bad luck she decides to strike tonight.

26/march

If this journal does have some magical therapeutic properties, then it could not have come at a better time because last night was a fucking disaster.

I was very happy because Ms Agatha agreed to lend me her apartment to act as bait if none of her expensive collar was at risk. I managed to get a semi decent copy to put into the exhibition instead of the real thing and proceeded to put the trigger of the lockdown into my cell phone.

I also hid one single portable camara directly at the singular bedroom window. This would allow me to cover the room without actually being there. If he really uses cats then I might get spotted very quickly.

At about 2 in the morning and my fourth cup of coffee I finally saw a shadow through the window. As I expected he was a superb climber since we were on a tenth floor with only the tiniest of ledges on that window’s side.

The tool I had imagined he had was attached to his gloves, on all five fingers, and the ears were there, just like it had been described. I was amazed that he just made a whole in the window to let the cat in. The cat jumped all around the room, and since no alarms where triggered, I can only assume it dodged the lasers.

That is some next level cat charmer right there. Fortunately, I had pasted the fake collar to the exhibition a bit in case I needed him to stay more time. So, the cat was unable to remove and instead chewed on the wires to deactivate the lasers. After it finished it disappeared through the window.

Again, I was very lucky it was also wired to my cell phone. I saw the burglar enter through the camara and I was very surprised to see a woman. Of course, there can be female criminals, but they usually are way less women than men in that line of work.

I clutched my taser on my hand and barged into the room once she was inside, pressing the button as soon as I went in. I yelled the standard “Freeze” and was immediately whipped out of nowhere right on my hands. I didn’t even see the damn thing and the taser was out of my hands.

She turned to run but quickly noticed that she was locked in, I turned on the light to get a better look at her. The costume description was on point, mostly grey with black boots and gloves, and some other minor black details.

She also wore what seemed to be a gold belt with pouches and was holding the black whip with her right. Her eyes were very bright green, and she wore red lipstick. I must admit she was beautiful, beautiful figure, beautiful eyes and lips, whatever, I can admit it here. Nobody will read this. Maybe if I die, I will share it, I can be embarrassed after dead, and I have perfect memory so it might even be useful to document this.

Anyways, I didn´t want to beat a pretty woman so of course I gave her a chance to surrender. I had LOUSY cqc scores but is not like she knew that.

“Thanks for the offer handsome but I can take care of myself” she answered and immediately started whipping away. I guessed the obvious neck attack, but it got wrapped around my arm and she stepped on the whip to pull me over, making me tumble.

I barely managed to block her kick with my other arm, and she was no slouch, she has massive power behind her legs, I got a heavy bruise for that one.

I took the whip away from her throwing my weight into it and left it hanging there, which ended up being a massive mistake. I tried to hit her but you would think she is an actual cat by how she moved. I did see she was starting to smile which only pissed me off more.

I am sure I was cursing quite a bit, much to her amusement. Eventually though, it she only had to sidestep one blow and jam her knee to my balls to compromise me. She did it so casually too, quite emasculating…

Immediately after she used the hanging whip to bound my hand to my torso and choke me at the same time. She pushed me into a kneeling position, and I knew I was done for.

“Do they even teach you anything at the GCPD? This is honestly embarrassing” she teased. I could only groan weakly.

When I felt I was about to pass out she let go. I fell face first and had to take a moment to catch my breath. When I looked up I saw her boots directly in front of me. I tried pushing myself up, but she planted her foot firmly on my head.

“Don’t even bother, just give me the remote”.

“You can’t seriously expect me to just give it to you?”

“Might save you some beatings, to sweeten the deal I will give you a kiss”.

I pushed her foot out of my head and went for a tackle but got a knee to the chin for my trouble, I didn’t even manage to lift my head when she sat on top of me with her claws to my neck.

“Okay, okay, you got me! Still not letting you out though”

“Figured as much…” she said passing her nails through my neck and flicking her finger, easily cutting me. I could feel the tiniest amount of blood coming out and did get a bit nervous… but her MO just doesn’t fit a killer.

“You won’t kill me, if you were, I would be death, can you stop the show?”

She smiled and used one of her hands to search my while the other had a loose grip on my throat.

After finding nothing, she sighed and looked back to me.

“It’s your phone isn´t it?”

“Yep, very clever, isn’t it?”

“Not really, because now I have to get the password from you”.

“Yeah right, not gonna happen…”

I smiled feeling a sense of victory. Honestly, I didn´t think physical torture was her style… and I guess I was half right.

Before I could mock her a bit more she stood up and kicked the side of my ribs. I groaned and flipped to my stomach. Faster than I could get to my hands I knees she had already grabbed my legs and my hands.

I tried to jerk away but she must have some serious practice doing knots because I was bound to my hands and ankles in what must be record time.

I tried freeing myself but to no avail, and I could hear a little giggling, which told me I was embarrassing myself.

“Some mild discomfort isn’t going to break me you know?”

“I know, but maybe this will…”

I twisted myself to my side to see her and I caught a glimpse of a devilish smile as she removed her boots. She walked with her bare socks and my eyes widened as I understood what she meant to do.

She grabbed me by the collar and shoved me into her boots. They were quite worn, and I could feel the heat radiating from them from her exertions.

I tried wriggling away, but she had a very firm grip on my collar and I couldn't move. Her boots felt humid and had a really strong feet aroma. It was really awful to be honest, and I felt myself starting to feel lightheaded almost immediately.

“Aww, come on! Don’t be so easy!”

She pulled m out of the boots as I gasped desperately for fresh air.

“You are kidding? This is just lame, stick to stealing because you suck at torturing” I was of course talking out of my ass. If I passed the rest of my life without being near another woman’s feet, I would die happy.

“Very well then, maybe this will help” she said with a flirty smile.

She put me to the sides and removed her socks, they were white and incredibly dirty, I could see all the accumulated sweat and dirt on them.

“Okay! Okay! Please! I cannot let you go! I am a cop! But I promise to make your sentence as light as possible! I will say you cooperated!” I yelled, wriggling away from her.

She just laughed at my face, the evil bitch, and forcefully shoved her socks in my protesting mouth. Before I could spit them out, she shoved me back into her boots, this time to the very end so there wasn’t enough space to spit.

I groaned and trashed and begged but none of it faced her. I have no idea how long she kept me there, felt like hours, the taste of her foot sweat is so prevalent I can feel it even now after about 20 mouth washes.

And I think she permanently screwed my sense of smell; all I can seem to smell is the remnants of her boot smell.

Eventually she let me out and I was so out of sorts she had to remove the socks herself, I couldn’t even process I could spit them out now. She stepped on my chest with her bare pale foot and asked.

“Ready to give me the code now?”

I was done, I prefer being fired than being at her mercy again. So, I nodded weakly.

“The code is 5-“

I was rudely interrupted by her black polished toe in my mouth.

“It is not going to be so easy handsome, after wasting my time, you better apologize and beg to give me the code”.

I was dumfounded, she tortures me and now she wants me to grovel? That’s too much.

“No, I won’t let you humiliate me more”.

She played with my lips with her toe. Her foot smelled very strong and I could taste the sweat from it. It was much more concentrated here.

“It’s either that or I shove my feet down your throat, I will let you pick which one is more humiliating”.

I know she is serious, so I look down and mutter.

“Fine, I will beg”.

She releases my binds and I sit up, stretching my limbs a bit.

“Don’t even think about fighting again, you know how that ends…” she said with a wink. “Kiss my feet and properly apologize you pig”.

I hesitantly bow down to her feet and plant a kiss to her big toe. She has beautiful feet, no question, but this is way beyond what I am comfortable with.

“I am sorry for trying to arrest you. Please allow me to give you the code”.

“Kiss it more, make me feel how sorry you are…”

I continued to peck at her feet. I think I will never recover mentally from this… at least it was only the tops, and she didn’t berate me as much. She just seemed content with watching me do it,

“Okay, apology accepted. What is the code?”

“5-8-9-7-1-0-2”

She took everything from my pocket and unlocked the room using my phone.

“Stay down while I leave piggie”.

I obeyed, too damaged to oppose her. I heard her put on her boots, just glad it was over.

“Look at me”

I knelt up and she was checking my wallet. Taking all my cash and ID.

“Promise I will return the ID, the cash though, I think is fair I keep it since you took my score. Any objections?”

“No…” I muttered.

“Good boy, see you around! Also, tell the papers to get it right. It’s Catwoman”

She gave me a peck in the forehead and was quickly gone out the window. I was downright confused but hurried to erase all evidence that had happened.

So yeah, I now have the report of this mess to look forward to, and tons of apologies to give to Ms Agatha.

It has been cleansing writing this at least.