Warning: This story will contain AB/DL content as well an original character or two (one for certain and maybe one more, it depends on how things work out). Nothing will get overly graphic, either violence or sex wise, so that shouldn't be an issue unless you were hoping for that at which point I apologize but it's not my style. Also, the first chapter probably won't feature any of this (seemingly, at least) just yet. It'll all be built to as I go, for at least the first few chapters I have a good idea of where I want to take this. I hope you all enjoy it.

Well, this is new. Batman wants a favor. To be fair I do owe him one, he kinda pulled me out of a dangerous spot, but who cashes in on a favor that quick?

Let me explain. I like to do a bit of...cat burgling. Most of the goons around here would be fine with some chump change but me? I don't bother. I go for the big stuff. The dangerous stuff. The best part is, I'm actually good enough to go out and get it. Maybe this time, though, I bit off a bit more than I can chew.

I don't typically mess with guys like the Riddler, he's actually a bit more calculated with his plans and has a bit more security, but what's a heist without risk? The reward was too good: a large diamond the size of my fist. Rumors had swirled around Gotham for weeks about Riddler's possession of the diamond. How or why he got it, I wouldn't find out until later, but he had it and I wanted it.

This is about where I came to owe Batman a favor. Getting to the diamond itself was easy enough, for a guy like the Riddler there wasn't much more than a few simple alarms which probably should have set off a few alarms of my own in my head. It was a bad sign right at the start. But honestly, I just didn't care. I could see the diamond from outside and it was going to be in my hands within minutes. His lack of security was his problem.

As soon as I got the diamond, though, things went south. The building lit up with that neon green and it seemed like every alarm in the place went off. It startled me at first, I won't lie. I checked the diamond and there were no sensors or anything set on it, how it could have set off an alarm is beyond me but soon the entire building was in a lockdown. I was stuck, no way out, and the evidence of my crime was right in my hands.

What's worse is that I knew, just as anybody in this god forsaken city would know, that the Riddler wasn't going to call the cops. He was going to deal with me himself. That's how it works here. I didn't have to wait long for him to show up and if you've ever seen the Riddler you know he's a sight: the green suit with question marks all over it along with that question mark cane he has. The thing that I wasn't expecting was the grin on his face. As he soon explained to me though, he was glad I was there. He set it all up just for me. Not really what I wanted to hear.

It turns out my "secret" alliance with Batman wasn't so secret after all. I'd hoped to cut back on the competition a bit by giving Batman some tips here and there when he needed them, I'm pretty good at getting into places unseen when he can't, but that was really it. When Riddler said the entire trap was set to catch Batman, I started to fear for my life and who wouldn't? What if Batman didn't come? What if this old cat had worn out its welcome? Maybe I should have had a bit more faith in Batman.

Sure enough, just like Riddler had said he would, Batman showed up a while later. Of course the Riddler had to set up some kind of obstacle course for Batman to get through before he could actually get to me, complete with his signature riddles at every step. Oh, did I mention that if he screwed up at all during that course I'd get toasted? Well, there was that too. I was still worried and rightfully so. Riddler told me before he taped my mouth shut that he rigged the last obstacle so not even Batman could get it right. The correct answer would drop him right into a fiery pit, even if he somehow survived the Riddler would have a nice serving of fried kitty to give him as a consolation prize. No thank you.

Luckily, at least for me, Batman got through the course. He even got past the rigged obstacle without even a moment's hesitation. Don't ask me how because I still don't know. At this point I've accepted the fact that trying to figure out how Batman does the things that he does can drive somebody insane. The only thing that really mattered was, regardless of how or why, Batman got me out of there. It was my own fault for getting in that situation in the first place and he was well within his rights to just leave me to my fate. After all, he'd never approved of my more recreational heists. Hell, he'd have probably seen the trap coming from a mile away, he's Batman after all. But even despite all that he came and got me so I owe him.

Even though I owe him, though, I still didn't expect him to come calling me so quickly. I should probably be happy, this means I don't have to run around with that looming over my head for months, but it's the principle of the matter. At least give a girl a month or two to recover from a near death experience before you go calling her in to get herself into another one. To be honest, though, this particular job doesn't really look that hard. All I have to do is get him some of Joker's laughing gas and if there's anything I know about the Joker it's that security isn't his strong suit. Not by a long shot.

Another thing I can say about the Joker is that he really, really gives me the creeps. At least with the other criminals around Gotham you know why they're doing what they're doing. Joker isn't like the other criminals around Gotham though. He commits crimes with no rhyme or reason, sometimes it's like he's just killing for fun. That's the definition of crazy to me. But then again, I don't think anybody was questioning whether or not Joker is crazy. He definitely is, but I've dealt with crazies before too and Joker is on a whole different level. It takes a lot to give me the creeps.

Nevertheless, Catwoman will never be known as a girl who doesn't keep her promises. I told Batman I'd get him that gas and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. I've been scouting this warehouse for over an hour and not a soul has walked in or out, no lights are on inside, and there's no movement from within as far as I can see. Again, Joker isn't known for his strong security. I don't think he really expects anybody to try and steal from him given his reputation.

I figure now is as good of a time as any to make my move. Getting into the building is no problem and the path to the gas that Batman drilled into my head a few hours ago was pretty straightforward. I cracked open one of the crates where Batman told me the gas would be and sure enough there was about 20 metal canisters of what I can only assume was Joker's laughing gas. I slipped my hands in and pulled two of them out, ready to walk out and get this over with. I had just began to walk towards the exit when I heard something from behind me that made my skin crawl.

"Ya'know, it's not nice to steal from Mistah J!"

Author's Note: Let me know in the comments how the point of view felt for you. I'm not used to doing first person but I wanted a chance to make the main character's thoughts felt here which can't really be done in third person. But I only really needed it for this, which was more of a prologue of sorts, so I may go to third person from here on to make things run a bit smoother. If you like the first person I'll play with it and see if it'll work throughout otherwise I'll just stick to what I know and go with third person from here on.