A/N: Well, I'm having a current addiction to re-watching the episodes of Justice League and Batman is just plain epic, so I wanted to try out a Batman story. I hope that you all enjoy this. I apologize ahead of time if my updating isn't exactly quick. I'm a bit of a procrastinator. I hope you all enjoy this story.

She's An Animal

01

In the wee hours of the morning, men and women were making their way out of the large tower in the middle of Gotham City. Said tower, Wayne Tower to be exact, was the location of some charity benefit that Bruce Wayne liked to host from time to time. If there was any place for a girl like her to find someone that would take her in or at least a person to donate some money. To be honest, she would prefer someone to take her in so that she could donate some money to herself, as much as she wanted.

Unfortunately, unlike the kind and giving persona these people exuded during their interviews with the press before the benefit started, the people stumbling out of the tower were drunk and not warm and welcoming to her at all. They merely passed by her, acting like fools. Only a few stopped to actually acknowledge her, but then they went on their merry way, leaving her cold and penniless.

When the flood of people stumbling out the front doors of Wayne Tower finally ended, she knew she had lucked out once again. Stealing from anyone but a rich person was something she hated to do, but if she had to survive, she had to survive. Maybe she could find a business that was doing well for itself. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. (Even though there weren't too many businesses doing well for themselves these days in the city.)

Before she walked down the street, she noticed that there was one last couple walking out of the tower. Couple might have been the wrong choice of word since said couple consisted of two men, but it worked and she really needed to stop thinking about what she was thinking and think more about charming the men into bringing her along with them.

As she got closer to the duo (now that was a much better word) she realized that it was Bruce Wayne himself and who must have been his butler. This being her last attempt, she dashed toward the car awaiting Bruce Wayne. When she stopped in front of the door of the car, both men looked down at her.

"It would appear someone wishes for your attention, Master Bruce." The butler commented with a chuckle.

Bruce Wayne raised an eyebrow at her but stepped over her into the car without a word (which really offended her, by the way). When she turned her head around, a hiss of anger escaped her throat, the fur on her back standing on end. The butler chuckled more and picked her up off the ground, stroking her fur.

"How odd," the butler murmured, "this cat isn't purring."

"Alfred, we need to get going." Bruce Wayne said almost impatiently. "I've got business with the League and we can't delay for a cat. Put her back on the street and let's go." He ordered.

League? She thought absentmindedly before rubbing her cheek against the butler in gratitude and jumping into the car, sitting right beside the dark-haired man. The rich-boy stared at her hard, expecting her to get scared and run off, but she remained and gave a hiss before curling up on the seat. He sighed in exasperation and wrapped his hands around her, trying to pull her up, but she yowled and hissed, making him automatically set her back down.

"She seems to have made up her mind, Master Bruce." Alfred said.

"We'll deal with the cat later. Let's go."

The sun was slowly starting to rise over the horizon and she needed to hurry up and find some money or something valuable to take. When she was sure the two men weren't around the room she had found her way to, she sucked in a breath and let her form begin to change.

The process wasn't a long one. On the contrary, it was actually very quick. But it was just so uncomfortable. As her form changed from animal to human, she could feel all her bones morphing, could feel the prickle underneath her fur as it changed to skin, could feel every single thing…and she hated it. She hated everything about this because it was a constant reminder of what she had lost, of the freak she had become…

Putting her sudden bout of pessimism to the back of her mind, she looked around the room in human form. The room seemed to be one that Bruce Wayne might do work in, but with how big the mansion was, it was probably some empty room just made to look like a working room to someone that might have accidentally stumbled in. She guessed that he probably hadn't been in this room himself.

"But there's no harm in checking for something." She mused out loud and walked over to the window behind the desk.

Before she looked in the desk, she opened the window just in case Wayne or his butler decided to visit this room. When that task was done, she turned around to look over the desk and found something odd there. It seemed to be a sharp boomerang in the shape of a bat.

Since she was very familiar with the streets of Gotham, she had seen what was left behind in the wake of Batman, and this boomerang happened to be one of those things. Oh, what did the thugs call them when they told others of their encounters with the Dark Knight? Batarang? Ah, that was it.

So, the question of the night was: what was Bruce Wayne doing with a batarang that belonged to Batman on his desk?

Even though it was taking up a lot of her time, she mulled things over in her head. When one gave it a lot of thought, it actually did make sense if the play-boy Bruce Wayne actually was the Dark Knight. After all, he had the motivation (everyone in the city knew about the tragedy of the Wayne family) to fight crime in the city, had the money to make all his gadgets, had spent time in foreign countries to study foreign fighting styles, and had the time to himself to fight crime at night. Since the man was in no serious relationship, it was just his butler here with him to know about him sneaking out every night.

That comment about the League earlier was making a lot more sense.

The shink of something hitting the wall behind her sounded in the air and she felt the sting of a cut on her cheek. Now on alarm, her golden eyes narrowed at the shadowy figure lurking in the corner of the room.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Batman asked as he stepped into the light of the early morning. She noted that in his raised hand was a batarang.

When she began backing up toward the window, she heard the sound of feet landing on the floor behind her and turned her head around, coming face-to-face with Superman. He was frowning at her, his arms crossed over his chest. She grinned in a mischievous way and formed a mental image.

"Well, boys, this night didn't turn out to be the best for me so I hope you don't mind if I take my leave." Turning her head around, she winked at Batman. "By the way, the name is Shift. Peace out."

Then she was the shape of a fly and buzzing out the window. Superman and Batman might have tried to stop her, but at that size, if they tried catching her they could crush and kill her.

And both those boy scouts would never kill.