The darkness pressed in around Selina Kyle like velvet, smooth but suffocating. She awoke to a strange hum—mechanical, cold, unfamiliar. The last thing she remembered was prowling Gotham’s skyline, a heist in the works, when suddenly—darkness.
Now, she was here. Wherever here was.
Her feline instincts took over. She flexed her limbs—unrestrained, but her suit was different. Sleek, reinforced. Black and yellow accents glowed faintly against the dark material. She was in a cell, but the walls were transparent—energy barriers, humming softly.
Beyond them, figures moved. Black armor. Ominous visors. The Blacktron.
Selina had heard of them in whispers—shadowy figures at the edges of conspiracy theories, interstellar thieves who answered to no one. But they were supposed to be a myth.
Then she saw herself.
Nine identical figures stood in the chamber beyond. Clones. All as lithe and graceful as she was, but each with subtle differences. Four of them had cascading blonde hair, while five—including herself—had long, dark tresses.
Their eyes locked on her, and she knew they knew—they were all her.
A voice echoed through the chamber. Cold. Mechanical.
“The Nine have awakened. Your mission begins now.”
The walls shifted, dissolving into nothingness. A sleek, masked figure stepped forward—clad in the signature Blacktron armor, yet regal in posture.
“You are the Nine. We created you from the greatest thief in the universe. And now, you will steal what was never meant to be found—the Original Nine.”
The air in the room grew electric.
The Nine Egyptian Gods—Thoth, Osiris, Isis, Set… legendary beings. Eternal. They weren’t just myths.
And now, she—no, they—were supposed to hunt them across the multiverse.
A warning siren blared, and suddenly—blackness again.
Beyond Pluto
The hum of the ship brought her back.
One of the Catwomen—one of the Nine—opened her eyes, blinking against the dim red glow of the cockpit. The vast blackness of space stretched beyond the viewport, with the frozen wasteland of Pluto shrinking behind her.
She was alone.
The others were gone. The mission was unknown. But instinct told her something was wrong.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself, eyes darting over the ship’s controls. This wasn’t Gotham anymore.
And if she wanted to survive, she needed to find out who she really was… and why the Blacktron had chosen her.
