Story Baton - Part 02

So I was supposed to be the second in line for the story baton. Theena did Part 01. I did try to switch places as Feb wouldn't be a good time. It isn't. Its pretty much fucked up. However I did get some free time this Sunday. So here's what I came up with.
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"Holy crotchless panties Catman!" exclaimed Bobbin, "did you really write that speech?"

Startled by the sudden outburst of words in the otherwise quiet room, Roy turned around to look at his partner. His blissful stare into the evening sky through the tall glass sliding door was disturbed. He didn't like it and the grimace on his face told the tale.

"But the bigger question is" went on the man lying on the couch, "would you actually say all this tomorrow?" Bot was too excited to notice his partner's annoyance, he wanted to know if things were going to happen.

"How many gazzillion times have I told you that we don't have to call each other catman and Bobbin at home you moron?" barked Roy, "its only while fighting crime and at press conferences."

"Oh, looks like someone got out of the wrong side of his litter-box."

After twenty years together, Roy didn't know what he hated most. The stupid jokes or the snorting laugh that invariably followed them.

"Plus, I'm wearing half my uniform anyway, so..."

"Goddamn exchange student superhero partner lottery at mutant school" thought Roy, "lucky bloody me!" Inside though, he knew how much they've achieved together. After all, "what's Catman without Bobbin?" as that popular couples therapy t-shirt said.

"Look Bot, I'm NOT going to call you Bobbin every time you wear green briefs okay? So piss off now."

"Alright Roy" chuckled Bot "take it easy man. But seriously, what's all this talk about heartbeat of the country and fights at home?"

The man in the big arm chair facing the glass door let out a big sigh. He was clearly the brain 'and' the brawn of this duo. His partner though, had a knack for accidentally doing something right at the right time, which had turned to be an essential element in the formula for success of this superhero partnership. He realized it was time to let his partner in on everything he knew. Well, almost everything.

"Bot, there are certain things you should know." He cleared his throat. "You know those mysterious electro-magnetic pulses that we've been picking up?"

"You mean the weird sounds we hear through the giant stethoscope in the basement?"

"Well, if you still insist calling the 'electro-magnet-jigamarator 3000 GX' a 'stethoscope', yes. As I suspected we weren't the only ones monitoring them. Dr. Zigan and his team at the metro-lab were apparently all over it. They've been all over the country looking into it. They know what's behind all this."

"Dr. Zigan only really works with one other. Zolena. So, she's a smarty as well then eh?"

The mention of Zolena put pause in the conversation. The minds of the two men were too busy processing all the mental images of her at a frantic pace. There's nothing like the image of a beautiful woman to make a man's imagination run riot.

"Man, that is one fine woman" mused Bot, "mmm... mmm.. FINE... The things I could do to that body! She hides SOME treasures behind those white lab coats I tell you. Can you remember her at the imperial christmas party?"

"Why isn't anyone around to here this kind of talk from Bot?" Roy cursed to himself, "those bastards still run a story once in while claiming we are gay!"

"Forget about her for a moment Bot" he said out loud, "what they found is far more important right now. Those pulses were not natural. At least from an earthling's point of view."

Bot was confused.

"Apparently we have had millions of little soldier Tracticans planted underground for several years. They are growing up now. Its the pulses that they emit that we hear as the damn heartbeats!"

"Holy peanut butter jellyfish Catman! Tracticans as in the big, purple, 'we-wanna-rule-the-universe' mother fuckers from planet Tractica? But I thought they couldn't cross out atmosphere?"

"Them be it Bot. They are smart. We don't know how they got there, or atleast Zigan wouldn't tell me. We do know that in a few months time, they'll grow to their full selves and we'll be right royally fucked. But we can't go down without a fight. We also can't fight this alone. That's why I'm going to give that speech at tomorrow's imperial leaders' convention."

"Well I'll be damned" said Bot shaking his head. "So that explains the heartbeats but what about this fights at home you mention?"

"Oh that's about the bloody roach problem we've had form months now at this place."

"Huh? Why would you tell the imperial leaders about our roach problem?"

"I don't have a goddamn clue Bot, but since its on the speech, think I can twist it around to show that if its that hard to beach a bunch of little brown bugs at your own home, it sure as hell won't be easy beating a million aliens with superior technology of war."

"So you think you and Dr. Zigan can convince everyone?"

"That's the twist my man. Zigan doesn't want me to tell everyone. He's a pawn of the Eastern Regime. They want to fight it alone, get the credit and rule the country themselves. He wanted me to join them. I told him to stick it. Now they are out to get us."

"That's insane. What would they do if they catch us?"

"Zolena isn't just a scientist. She worked for a Regime Agency before the first peace convention. Lets just say if we are captured, she'll have her own 'ways' of convincing us to keep shut."

"You mean she'll tie me up and do all sorts of nasty things?"

"Not in the way you like it you moron. Anyway, I've got to go out now. Have to get into Zigan's lab and get the evidence. Without that no one would believe me tomorrow. You be here, be alert and guard all our work Bot, I'm gonna go put on my costume."

"Roy, you know that a black rubber suit doesn't look as good on a forty year old man as it does on Catwoman don't you?"

"Shut your trap green-boy" snapped Roy as he got up to find his way to the secret den, "someone who wears noting but green briefs below the waist in public shouldn't point fingers at others."

He could only take a few steps before stopping dead on his tracks. The bowl of coco-pops dropped from Bots hands onto the couch.

There was a loud banging on the door.

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Writer's Comments:

- Theena machang: I'm sorry if I ruined your story line. This is the only story I could think of :)

- The next writer: Please feel free to discard this and continue from part 01 if you feel this is a piece of junk :)

- Althernatively we can have two story lines, if we have enough writers. One serious and the other continuing from Theena's part 01 (juuuus kidding)