The night was warm and silent. It seemed as if Gotham was free from crime, but that would never be the case. Timothy had left his house
to meet 'catlady' minutes ago. He sat at a bench in Robinson Park, trying to remain unsuspecting to the public eye despite the fact he was 'alone' at the park . Suddenly, the clicking of heels closed in on Tim. He became alert, then looked back to see a set of emerald green eyes and a curvaceous figure walking toward him. Drake widened his eyes a bit as he met the eyes of the infamous Selina Kyle, or Catwoman. He has done some research on her. In fact, he knew her real name, and she had many aliases. 'This could be my connection to Batman's identity...' Tim thought, his face flushing crimson red as Selina flashed him a smirk. "So you're the kid following big brooding's every move?" She asked rhetorically, sashaying over to him and sitting on the bench, joining him. The young man avoided eye contact with the older woman, not wanting to confidently answer that question. After all, he did want to stay anonymous and avoid anyone else from knowing of his recent studies. He nodded reluctantly. "I saw your performance at the stadium the other night, you can handle yourself pretty well when it comes to agility." She commented with a purr. She noted the shyness and blush on his face then tilted her head. Her words were quite ardent toward Tim. "Cat got your tongue?" She joked, nudging him. "I've been trying to find his real identity. He's been on my trail lately. He even came to my house to warn me about the crap I'm getting myself into. His intimidation doesn't scare me much, but oh well.." Tim muttered, looking down. Selina smoothly puts her hand under his chin, turning his head and forcing him to look her in her eyes. "It's more respectful to look someone in their eyes when you talk to them, especially an adult.." She teased, patting his head. Tim slightly pushed her hand away, a bit annoyed but nervous at the same time. "Why did you want to meet?" He asked as he sat up a bit. "I've been watching you, believe it or not. And he's right, you could get killed for knowing his real name. Hell, I don't even know his identity and we still had our little 'meetings' on the rooftops." She winked at Tim, who's body was on fire internally at her statement. The teen ran a hand through his jet-black hair. "I didn't need to know that.." He squeaked, scooting away from her a bit. "Just like your parents don't need to know why you're out at night trying to put your detective skills to work. So let's make a deal, Timothy." She insisted, ignoring the shock on Tim's face. "I need your help in hacking a bit of security for me. I know your main project can be put to rest, Batman isn't going anywhere.." Tim noticed that she had gotten closer to him than before. He couldn't make out a sound in his throat, only remaining silent. She unzipped the zipper to her skin-hugging suit slightly, then dug inside of her suit. Tim was uneasy at this gesture, then looked away. The short-haired woman pulled out a photo of an out-of-shape man, bald head. "I need you to forge an ID so I can slip past Gotham Muesem's hefty security. Also, could you try and make my job easier by disabling the alarms?" She meowed, handing him the photo. Timothy took it out of embarrassment. "Now why would I help you?" He retorted. The thief would quirk an eyebrow, "You have a lot to say for a teenager who's out on curfew. Would you like for me to tell your parents, or worse, tell Batman you've met me? You're already in deep mess. Plus...I could make it worth your w-" Selina was interrupted by Tim. "I don't need to hear anymore. Consider it done. Just don't tell anyone about this." He warned her. She purred out of excitement, "I knew you were the one who could help a damsel. When you're done, knock on my door..." She also handed him a note which had an address and phone number from the East End on it. "Maybe you could come over for coffee." She added. Tim nodded. Selina smirked at him, tuft of black hair slightly exiting her mask. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have kittens to take care of, Ciao!" And with that said, she walked off, then grabbed her whip and wrapped it around a street pole ,utilizing it to get on a rooftop and disappear. Tim rolled his eyes and turned around, looking at the photo and address. He was officially associated with a world-class thief. "How the hell did I get myself in this?" He groaned to himself, heading back home.
After that night, Tim was working diligently in his room for days. Unfortunately, it wasn't school-work. He was literally committing a crime in his own home, assisting an infamous thief who's taking advantage of the young man's intellect. Just by the thought of it annoyed the son of Jack and Janet Drake. Timothy had the photo of the man he was suppose to forge an ID of, his printer unleashing ridiculous amounts of paper. He had his door locked just in case, and his computer monitor showed the interior of Gotham Museum, along with the list of employees and opening times. So much research all in a day. That's how spectacular Tim's work was, but as much as he wanted to use his brain power on Batman, he must unfortunately resist his urges. "Guess I could try and tweak the cameras while I'm at it.." He mumbled, tapping into the cameras. He had to make a few runs at the museum himself the past couple of days to hack into the cameras. Tim wanted to make the job as easy as possible for the woman. He didn't know if it was because he was under pressure, or the fact he may have caught an interest in her. Her work was quite fascinating to him.
Hours passed, and he was finally finished with the phony I.D and disabled cameras. Tim had knocked on the door of Selina Kyle later in the night as he was instructed. He pulled out his phone as he waited for an answer, trying to make the situation less awkward for him. The doorknob twisted, and out came that same gorgeous woman he saw a couple of nights ago in a catsuit. She was wearing a black tank-top and tight black shorts. 'Probably went exercising...' Tim said in his mind. She gave a grin, "Come in, kitten." She offered. "Why can't I just hand you the stuff?" Tim asked her, a bit of nervousness in his voice. "Because I want to be nice. Also, I wanted to familiarise myself with you. If it's such a problem then I guess you could go..." She teased, leaning on the door. The teenager thought about it for a moment, then nodded, heading into her apartment. Selina shut the door as Tim sat down on the couch, laying out the equipment on her coffee table. A swarm of cats slowly swooned over to the young man, rubbing against his leg. He looked down and patted a slim tabby's head. "Would you like tea?" Selina offered as she strolled over to the small kitchen. "Sure." Timothy replied, relaxing a bit. He wouldn't admit it, but after a couple of minutes spent in her apartment it felt comfortable. Like it was a safe-zone of some sort. The thief came over to him, handing him a mug. His hands took a hold of the hot mug and nodded a 'thank you'. She sat down next to the young man, sitting her coffee down and viewing Timothy's work. "You know kid, you're really good at this. The ID looks authentic enough to pass through!" She purred. Tim passed her sheets of paper, which was photos of the cameras. "I also disabled the cameras for about a couple of days. You should be good then." He added, sipping his tea. Selina turned to look at the boy, as if he were a rare gem that she'd never even stole before. A gem that no one else could have but the makers. A gem she wanted. She didn't expect Tim to go this far into helping her, maybe just copying the ID and leaving. She couldn't lie and say she wasn't surprised. He was under Batman's radar before, anyway. "Tim..." She puts a hand on his head and rubbing it as if he were feline himself, looking down at him. "-could you come over some time? If you're not too busy with your little researches.." She trailed off, Tim shrugged, meeting with her emerald eyes. "Why not? I'll be back in a couple days. School and stuff can be a bother." He informed her, staring at her gaze as if he were hypnotized. "Good. Thanks again, for the bootleg ID." She joked, Tim chuckled. He sets his tea down then stood up, checking his watch. "Yeah, I should really get going. My parents might flip if they notice I'm not even in bed." He muttered. 'Parents...of course...' Selina thought bitterly, but hid that with a friendly smile. The young man made his way to the door and opened it, "I'll seen you in a couple days." He exclaimed. "I'll be expecting you sometime soon." She replied with a wave. With that said, Tim shut the door and went off on his way. Selina stayed in her home, looking over at the half empty mug of tea, which was Tim's. "He'll be back.." She said to herself, a sly smirk forming as she accumulated the thought of using Tim as her own tool. Granted, she did care about the young boy and his well-being , but wasn't one to open up about her feelings. She just assumed that a positive outcome would form if she worked with Tim. Assumed.
to meet 'catlady' minutes ago. He sat at a bench in Robinson Park, trying to remain unsuspecting to the public eye despite the fact he was 'alone' at the park . Suddenly, the clicking of heels closed in on Tim. He became alert, then looked back to see a set of emerald green eyes and a curvaceous figure walking toward him. Drake widened his eyes a bit as he met the eyes of the infamous Selina Kyle, or Catwoman. He has done some research on her. In fact, he knew her real name, and she had many aliases. 'This could be my connection to Batman's identity...' Tim thought, his face flushing crimson red as Selina flashed him a smirk. "So you're the kid following big brooding's every move?" She asked rhetorically, sashaying over to him and sitting on the bench, joining him. The young man avoided eye contact with the older woman, not wanting to confidently answer that question. After all, he did want to stay anonymous and avoid anyone else from knowing of his recent studies. He nodded reluctantly. "I saw your performance at the stadium the other night, you can handle yourself pretty well when it comes to agility." She commented with a purr. She noted the shyness and blush on his face then tilted her head. Her words were quite ardent toward Tim. "Cat got your tongue?" She joked, nudging him. "I've been trying to find his real identity. He's been on my trail lately. He even came to my house to warn me about the crap I'm getting myself into. His intimidation doesn't scare me much, but oh well.." Tim muttered, looking down. Selina smoothly puts her hand under his chin, turning his head and forcing him to look her in her eyes. "It's more respectful to look someone in their eyes when you talk to them, especially an adult.." She teased, patting his head. Tim slightly pushed her hand away, a bit annoyed but nervous at the same time. "Why did you want to meet?" He asked as he sat up a bit. "I've been watching you, believe it or not. And he's right, you could get killed for knowing his real name. Hell, I don't even know his identity and we still had our little 'meetings' on the rooftops." She winked at Tim, who's body was on fire internally at her statement. The teen ran a hand through his jet-black hair. "I didn't need to know that.." He squeaked, scooting away from her a bit. "Just like your parents don't need to know why you're out at night trying to put your detective skills to work. So let's make a deal, Timothy." She insisted, ignoring the shock on Tim's face. "I need your help in hacking a bit of security for me. I know your main project can be put to rest, Batman isn't going anywhere.." Tim noticed that she had gotten closer to him than before. He couldn't make out a sound in his throat, only remaining silent. She unzipped the zipper to her skin-hugging suit slightly, then dug inside of her suit. Tim was uneasy at this gesture, then looked away. The short-haired woman pulled out a photo of an out-of-shape man, bald head. "I need you to forge an ID so I can slip past Gotham Muesem's hefty security. Also, could you try and make my job easier by disabling the alarms?" She meowed, handing him the photo. Timothy took it out of embarrassment. "Now why would I help you?" He retorted. The thief would quirk an eyebrow, "You have a lot to say for a teenager who's out on curfew. Would you like for me to tell your parents, or worse, tell Batman you've met me? You're already in deep mess. Plus...I could make it worth your w-" Selina was interrupted by Tim. "I don't need to hear anymore. Consider it done. Just don't tell anyone about this." He warned her. She purred out of excitement, "I knew you were the one who could help a damsel. When you're done, knock on my door..." She also handed him a note which had an address and phone number from the East End on it. "Maybe you could come over for coffee." She added. Tim nodded. Selina smirked at him, tuft of black hair slightly exiting her mask. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have kittens to take care of, Ciao!" And with that said, she walked off, then grabbed her whip and wrapped it around a street pole ,utilizing it to get on a rooftop and disappear. Tim rolled his eyes and turned around, looking at the photo and address. He was officially associated with a world-class thief. "How the hell did I get myself in this?" He groaned to himself, heading back home.
After that night, Tim was working diligently in his room for days. Unfortunately, it wasn't school-work. He was literally committing a crime in his own home, assisting an infamous thief who's taking advantage of the young man's intellect. Just by the thought of it annoyed the son of Jack and Janet Drake. Timothy had the photo of the man he was suppose to forge an ID of, his printer unleashing ridiculous amounts of paper. He had his door locked just in case, and his computer monitor showed the interior of Gotham Museum, along with the list of employees and opening times. So much research all in a day. That's how spectacular Tim's work was, but as much as he wanted to use his brain power on Batman, he must unfortunately resist his urges. "Guess I could try and tweak the cameras while I'm at it.." He mumbled, tapping into the cameras. He had to make a few runs at the museum himself the past couple of days to hack into the cameras. Tim wanted to make the job as easy as possible for the woman. He didn't know if it was because he was under pressure, or the fact he may have caught an interest in her. Her work was quite fascinating to him.
Hours passed, and he was finally finished with the phony I.D and disabled cameras. Tim had knocked on the door of Selina Kyle later in the night as he was instructed. He pulled out his phone as he waited for an answer, trying to make the situation less awkward for him. The doorknob twisted, and out came that same gorgeous woman he saw a couple of nights ago in a catsuit. She was wearing a black tank-top and tight black shorts. 'Probably went exercising...' Tim said in his mind. She gave a grin, "Come in, kitten." She offered. "Why can't I just hand you the stuff?" Tim asked her, a bit of nervousness in his voice. "Because I want to be nice. Also, I wanted to familiarise myself with you. If it's such a problem then I guess you could go..." She teased, leaning on the door. The teenager thought about it for a moment, then nodded, heading into her apartment. Selina shut the door as Tim sat down on the couch, laying out the equipment on her coffee table. A swarm of cats slowly swooned over to the young man, rubbing against his leg. He looked down and patted a slim tabby's head. "Would you like tea?" Selina offered as she strolled over to the small kitchen. "Sure." Timothy replied, relaxing a bit. He wouldn't admit it, but after a couple of minutes spent in her apartment it felt comfortable. Like it was a safe-zone of some sort. The thief came over to him, handing him a mug. His hands took a hold of the hot mug and nodded a 'thank you'. She sat down next to the young man, sitting her coffee down and viewing Timothy's work. "You know kid, you're really good at this. The ID looks authentic enough to pass through!" She purred. Tim passed her sheets of paper, which was photos of the cameras. "I also disabled the cameras for about a couple of days. You should be good then." He added, sipping his tea. Selina turned to look at the boy, as if he were a rare gem that she'd never even stole before. A gem that no one else could have but the makers. A gem she wanted. She didn't expect Tim to go this far into helping her, maybe just copying the ID and leaving. She couldn't lie and say she wasn't surprised. He was under Batman's radar before, anyway. "Tim..." She puts a hand on his head and rubbing it as if he were feline himself, looking down at him. "-could you come over some time? If you're not too busy with your little researches.." She trailed off, Tim shrugged, meeting with her emerald eyes. "Why not? I'll be back in a couple days. School and stuff can be a bother." He informed her, staring at her gaze as if he were hypnotized. "Good. Thanks again, for the bootleg ID." She joked, Tim chuckled. He sets his tea down then stood up, checking his watch. "Yeah, I should really get going. My parents might flip if they notice I'm not even in bed." He muttered. 'Parents...of course...' Selina thought bitterly, but hid that with a friendly smile. The young man made his way to the door and opened it, "I'll seen you in a couple days." He exclaimed. "I'll be expecting you sometime soon." She replied with a wave. With that said, Tim shut the door and went off on his way. Selina stayed in her home, looking over at the half empty mug of tea, which was Tim's. "He'll be back.." She said to herself, a sly smirk forming as she accumulated the thought of using Tim as her own tool. Granted, she did care about the young boy and his well-being , but wasn't one to open up about her feelings. She just assumed that a positive outcome would form if she worked with Tim. Assumed.