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22/march
I have decided to take up the departmentâs 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 Gordonâs âspecial unitâ. Gordon himself seems nice, though I donât 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 wasnât 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 expensiveâŚ
I hate it here. But somehow, I just donât 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 Wayneâs propaganda affect me a bit too muchâŚ
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 guessâŚ
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. Gordonâs 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 âthe Cat burglarâ 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 wonât 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 havenât 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 wonât 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 windowâs 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 âFreezeâ and was immediately whipped out of nowhere right on my hands. I didnât 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.
âThanks for the offer handsome but I can take care of myselfâ 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 emasculatingâŚ
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.
âDo they even teach you anything at the GCPD? This is honestly embarrassingâ 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.
âDonât even bother, just give me the remoteâ.
âYou canât seriously expect me to just give it to you?â
âMight save you some beatings, to sweeten the deal I will give you a kissâ.
I pushed her foot out of my head and went for a tackle but got a knee to the chin for my trouble, I didnât even manage to lift my head when she sat on top of me with her claws to my neck.
âOkay, okay, you got me! Still not letting you out thoughâ
âFigured as muchâŚâ 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 doesnât fit a killer.
âYou wonât kill me, if you were, I would be death, can you stop the show?â
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.
âItâs your phone isn´t it?â
âYep, very clever, isnât it?â
âNot really, because now I have to get the password from youâ.
âYeah right, not gonna happenâŚâ
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.
âSome mild discomfort isnât going to break me you know?â
âI know, but maybe this willâŚâ
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.
âAww, come on! Donât be so easy!â
She pulled m out of the boots as I gasped desperately for fresh air.
âYou are kidding? This is just lame, stick to stealing because you suck at torturingâ I was of course talking out of my ass. If I passed the rest of my life without being near another womanâs feet, I would die happy.
âVery well then, maybe this will helpâ 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.
âOkay! 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!â 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 wasnât 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 couldnât even process I could spit them out now. She stepped on my chest with her bare pale foot and asked.
âReady to give me the code now?â
I was done, I prefer being fired than being at her mercy again. So, I nodded weakly.
âThe code is 5-â
I was rudely interrupted by her black polished toe in my mouth.
âIt is not going to be so easy handsome, after wasting my time, you better apologize and beg to give me the codeâ.
I was dumfounded, she tortures me and now she wants me to grovel? Thatâs too much.
âNo, I wonât let you humiliate me moreâ.
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.
âItâs either that or I shove my feet down your throat, I will let you pick which one is more humiliatingâ.
I know she is serious, so I look down and mutter.
âFine, I will begâ.
She releases my binds and I sit up, stretching my limbs a bit.
âDonât even think about fighting again, you know how that endsâŚâ she said with a wink. âKiss my feet and properly apologize you pigâ.
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.
âI am sorry for trying to arrest you. Please allow me to give you the codeâ.
âKiss it more, make me feel how sorry you areâŚâ
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 didnât berate me as much. She just seemed content with watching me do it,
âOkay, apology accepted. What is the code?â
â5-8-9-7-1-0-2â
She took everything from my pocket and unlocked the room using my phone.
âStay down while I leave piggieâ.
I obeyed, too damaged to oppose her. I heard her put on her boots, just glad it was over.
âLook at meâ
I knelt up and she was checking my wallet. Taking all my cash and ID.
âPromise I will return the ID, the cash though, I think is fair I keep it since you took my score. Any objections?â
âNoâŚâ I muttered.
âGood boy, see you around! Also, tell the papers to get it right. Itâs Catwomanâ
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.
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