That time I almost got duped by a cat women

"Thank you again, but you really don't need to check up on us this much." Percy spoke, standing outside on his yard for a quick smoke. His word's being directed at the rather tall bandaged eye boy infront of him.

"Eh, it's no skin of my back and I was in the neighbourhood." Gojo spoke with a shurg as he looked at the man's cigarette. "But smoking? Seriously? You just recoverd from looking like shit." Gojo spoke in a humorous tone as the man chuckled with a sigh followed shortly after.

"C'mon I need a little stress relief. Sally's already busting my balls for this new habit." Percy spoke as he took a puff of his cigarette.

"Fair I suppose, but I can't relate." Gojo spoke with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, how's the wife and kid?"

"Lily's the cranky little princess she always is while Sally...." He heaved a sigh. "Listen kid, never get married." He joked with a short laugh.

"Wasn't ever planning to, but I gotta go. Remember, if anything happens then you've got my number. See ya." Percy watched as Gojo quite literally disappeared in thin air. The man merely shook his head as he continued smoking.

With Gojo, he appeared atop a building. He overlooked the vast and busy city scape beneath. As ever the city was a buzz of activity even when it was late. He had been checking up on Percy and his family for awhile now. Other than one incident not much has happend with the family. Though it was better to not get lax. No one in Gotham ever got off scot free, even if that balled guy with the dummy was currently behind bar's.

But what was he doing on a building of all places? Well he was supposed to meet a client here, why they wanted to meet on a building of all places was beyond him. But people in Gotham were weird so he wasn't going to dwell on it.

Though there was more important thing's to dwell on. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he sluggishly pulled out a crumpled up card with an address on it. He had received it from that women a few day's ago. He was guessing her giving him her supposed address was not a booty call. Though he'd cross that bridge when he got there.

Gojo shoved the card back in his pocket as he pulled out his phone. Walking to the ledge of the building he leisurely took a seat as he fiddled around with his phone.

Honestly thing's were pretty mundane. The only modicum of entertainment was the battle with Killer Croc a while back. Though that was more so a one-sided beat down more than anything. He was sure that if he didn't have his goal of wanting to become stronger then he'd probably be yearning for any kind of purpose. But becoming strong felt like a shallow goal. He wanted strength but, was becoming strong his goal?

No merely becoming strong was not his goal, it was a necessity. Something he had to achieve in order to survive in a world like this. But what could be considered a goal? Becoming the strongest, maybe? Reaching the pinnacle of strength seemed a sure goal. Because you set a bar for yourself, a bar that you want to reach and pass. But even now, Gojo was a realist. There was no becoming the 'strongest' in this universe.

There would always be something or someone stronger. So what was a realistic goal? Maybe just become strong and retire somewhere? With the money he was raking in, in the near future he'd have enough to last him a life time. But that felt empty.

What was it that he wanted? Since coming to this world he had just gone with the flow. He was Satoru Gojo and he going to enjoy his life as him. He had even taken his name. So what was Satoru Gojo's goal? To change the Jujutsu society and system? To continue protecting other's from Curses? Who knows? Gojo heaved a sigh.

"Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter." He chanted to himself. A goal was not necessary. He'd get strong and then waste his life away by sleeping, eating, playing video game's and more sleeping. And then he'd just go with the flow if an interesting opportunity presented itself, then he'd take it. Simple. If not them he'd just laze around.

"Hm?" Gojo watched with a raised eyebrow as a small wharncliffe knife suddenly imbedded itself into the ground next to him. Tied with some sting, was a folded up piece of paper. Reaching out his hand he undid the string before retrieving the paper, unfolding it he glazed over the contents.

{230 Park avenue, Docks. Warehouse number 5. Kick everyone's ass. xxx}

"What the hells with the all these x letters?" He mused to himself as he stood up from the ledge. He didn't know why his client was being so secretive, maybe they were trying to dupe him? He didn't really care, as long as he had something to kill time with. He assumed this person wanted him to clear out some hideout.

Eh doesn't matter, he wanted to kick some ass cause he was bored.

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"Uno."

"How do you have one card already? Fucker are you cheating!?"

"How the hell am I suppose to cheat in fucking Uno? You retarded or somethin'?" Jefferson asked Fred, the latter of which was seated infront of him. Both used crates as seats, and a crate for a makeshift table to place the card's. Guarding the warehouse full of who knows what was such a pain, they had to keep themselves occupied somehow, no? Even criminals got bored sometimes.

"The fuck you say to me!?"

"You death or is your lack of hearing caused by your lack of brain cells?"

"That's it I'm killing your ass."

"I'd actually feel pretty threatened, if you were well, threatening."

"Ohoho, he's courting death!" A new voice suddenly cut in. Both Jefferson and Fred tuned to the side to see a weirdo with spiked up white hair and bandages over his eye's. He seemed to be stroking a long imaginary beard that was supposedly on his face

Before the two could act, they were both grabbed by the back of their heads before their foreheads promptly kissed eachother in a violent thud. Both fell to the floor with, their Uno cards scattering everywhere as they knocked over their makeshift table.

"And the sneaking bastard was cheating, tsk, tsk." Gojo moved away from the two unconscious bodies as he circled the warehouse. Numerous bodies layed scrawled about. This place had some serious firepower too, every guy here had a gun. He was honestly surprised there was no cops nearby. Or maybe that wasn't so surprising. They may have just been bribed.

Gojo came to a stop at the front of the warehouse before two large metal sliding doors. Extending his right hand he pushed down his middle finger with his thumb before promptly flicking at the large doors. A large sound rang out as the door flew off its hinches as if an artillery shell had hit it. It flew into the warehouse and collided with some unfortunate soul.

Gojo leisurely walked inside as immediately all eye's turned to him. He took a moment to study the place, depsite it being so large it was relatively empty save for the me  who's attention he had.

Of course now he had to deliver some badass line to make them quake in their boots.

"I'm here to kick name's and take ass. And I'm all out of name's." Every single firearm was simultaneously pointed at the boy. "That's fair."

It seems these guy's were the types to shoot first and ask questions later. As immediately bullets ripped from the barrels of glocks, submachine guns and Ak-47's simultaneously. The smell of gunfire immediately filled air as the bullets tore through the air and towards their target. The amount of fire power would tear through metal like it was a piece of paper. A frail human body had no hope of withstanding the intense firepower.

Yet not a single bullet reached its target.  It was a surreal and absurd sight. It seemed as though the flurry of bullets were suspended in time. The bullets, all shapes and sizes were merely idly hovering near Gojo. 

"You guy's can have these back, kay?" In a blur the bullets were repelled backwards from where they came with seemingly twice the verocity.

"Grah!"

"Agraa!"

"Uhaaa!"

Numerous pained screams rang out as the bullets lodged themselves into their target's, injuring either their arms, legs or bodies. It was a simple application of Blue, he had perfect control over the ability. The points of attraction didn't need to be near him, he could place said points of attraction on certain thing's. Which was what he did to these guard, create a small point of attraction on their arm's, legs or less vital parts of their bodies. The attraction point was small yet strong enough to pull back the bullets. Though obviously not strong enough to collapse their arm's and legs in on themselves.

So Gojo leisurely walked through the warehouse whilst ignoring the writhing guards. He'd made sure those bullets hadn't hit anything vital. Cause for all he knew these people were not thugs but just regular casually dressed guard's.  Eh, it didn't matter.

"Hm?" Gojo heard a door open as he heard the rapid retreat of footsteps. It seemed someone was trying to escape through the backdoor of the warehouse. Clasping his hands together his view of everything immediately changed, from the dull empty warehouse full of grunts in pain to the outside in the docks.

There he saw a man running away, in his right hand a fancy high-tech looking suitcase. Without much thought Gojo extended his right arm, momentarily Cursed Energy spiked around him in a blue hue before the man was pulled backwards by Blue. The man flailed his arm's and legs as he flew through the air, as he finnally drew near, Gojo extended his leg. The sole of his shoe sunk into the man's back, knocking the air out of his lungs as he fell to the ground along with the case, unmoving.

"A job well done, if I do say so myself." Gojo went to retrieve the case but somebody beat him to it. A rope? No, that looked more like black bullwhip. Somehow if managed to wrap itself around the handle of the case before it was pulled of towards the darkness.

Gojo watched idly as the case was dragged off, not really doing an effort to stop.

"Tsk, tsk. Good grief."

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"Well that went swimmingly."

Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman mused as she effortlessly scaled a building. Case in hand.

She had not expected the person who she 'hired' to be able to clear out the entirety of the docks. The firepower supplied to Black Mask men was nothing to scoff at. Even Batman would've taken a while to clear out the place. Yet that kid did it under a few minutes, with not a single scratch on him. She was sceptical at first, but word around town was that, that guy was the one to put Killer Croc out of commission. Be at the right place in Gotham and you'd hear all the right thing's.

Though maybe it wasn't the best of idea to try and dupe someone who supposedly beat Killer Croc half to death. But live life dangerously. Though it was not as though she received any kind of thrill from duping these kinds of people....well maybe she did but that was besides the point. Selina loved money, if she saw an opportunity not to spend any then she'd take it.

Whilst positioning herself atop another building she came to an abrupt stop as she suddenly felt the suitcase ripped from her grasp. Her body turned as she outstretched her arm in a feeble attempt to catch the case. Her fingers brushed against it as the case flew in someone else's grasp.

Even in the night he stood out, especially his white hair that might as well have been a beacon. Though other notable aspects was that he had bandages wrapped around his eye's.

Gojo got a good look of the culprit as the suitcase flew in his hand.

With her tight suit is was easy to spot that she possessed an alluring and athletic physique, with generous curves. Her skin was smooth as silk, with a tantalizing hint of a sun-kissed glow. Her mesmerizing eyes were like pools of liquid emerald, sparkling with a permanent mischief and allure. Her luscious, dark mane was short, but was framing her captivating face. It's a wild, untamed mess of waves under her mask that added to her mysterious and untouchable charm.

She was clad in a sleek, form-fitting leather bodysuit, seemingly content on embracing her feline nature. The suit hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her slender waist, voluptuous hips, and ample bosom. Her suit was adorned with intricate stitching and subtle details, giving it a touch of detail and sophistication. The neckline plunged teasingly, revealing just a tad too much cleavage. Completing her ensemble were a pair of sleek, thigh-high boots that hug her legs like a second skin. 

Then of course there was her mask that coverd her wild mane, it was a sleek black mask that coverd the upper half of her face, leaving only her bewitching eyes and sections of her hair visible. 

Gojo ignored all that and instead focused on something more important.

("Why anyone would run around dressed like a furry, is quite beyond me.")

"I don't suppose you'd give that back if I ask nicely?" Who he had long since identified as Catwoman spoke up first, though for some reason a smirk was tugging at her lips.

"Nah." Gojo immediately answered. "If the oh-so famous Catwoman was gunning for this case then it must be pretty important. Since you tried to dupe me, think I'll just sell it somewhere." The feline women merely shrugged.

"Come on, can you blame a girl for wanting to save some money?"

"You're a thief, you should be pretty loaded, no?"

"Doesn't mean I like spending money, but say...." She was surprisingly calm despite being caught, and despite the fact that Gojo withheld the case currently. "Can you actually see with all those bandages, or do you have some freaky power?" A casual question that caused the boy to quirk up an eyebrow.

"Sure I can see just fine, what's that matter though?" Her smirk seemed to grow into a grin at hearing his words. "Anyway mind telling what's in this case? Or it doesn't matter, I can just check myself...." As he prepared to rip the case open he promptly stopped as Catwoman approached him.

Though she took slow and deliberate steps.

"Say, how about you give me that back and I'll cut you in on the deal."

"Deal?"

"Yeah, I got a buyer who's willing to pay a big buck for what's in that case. So how about we split, say 70-30." Gojo did not withheld the scoff that escaped him.

"Lemme guess you get the majority."

"Well of course I'm the one who secured the deal in the first place." She answered matter-of-factly. 

"Hmm, there must be a few holes in my memory. Because I could've sworn you tried to dupe me, and that I was the one to actually get the case." Gojo merely shrugged as he prepared to turn around. "Eh, doesn't matter. I'll just sell this somewhere else."

"Now hold on..."

"What?" Gojo asked as Catwoman closed what remaining distance there was, now she was way too close for comfort. Of course not close enough to set off infinity, but still too close for comfort.

"Maybe we can come to a more... mutually beneficial deal." She spoke in a sultry whisper that would've that would send shivers down almost anyone's spine. Coupled with the contours of her body, the sleek lines of her suit accentuating her curves in all the right places. She could probably make any man dance to her tunes.

"If this 'deal' doesn't either involve sweets or money then I'm not interested." Gojo spoke as he immediately backed away.

"Oh boo, seems like you're no fun." She spoke with a pout? "Fine then, how about we split it 50-50?"

"Hmm, you DID still try to dupe me."

"Fine, fine how about I throw it something extra?"

"I'm listening."

"I can get you some real jobs. Jobs that won't pay you chump change. I got some pretty useful contacts all over the city. So that should make up for it, no?"

Gojo pondered over it. It was true, barring that job he did for Sally he did not make much. He'd atleast like to have some more cash before he lived his comfortable life. To buy all the sweets he would ever want, among other thing's. So he'd have to keep an eye on this women, she'd probably try to dupe him if she got another chance though. Not that it matters though.

"Fine then, you got a deal."

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A/N:There another chapter done. So Gojo met Catwoman, huzzah. Catwoman used her feminine charms and it wasn't very effective, no Gojo is not gay. He's built different. Either way, is there anything in particular anyone wants to see? I have a sure direction in which way I want this story to go but I'm open to suggestions. Oh and sorry for the lewd Catwoman description, this fanfic is rated 18 and I haven't had the chance to show excessive violence yet so this is a compromise. Overall chapter's length was about over 2500 minus the author note. Thanks for reading.