Meow
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Batman didn't know what to expect when he came face to face with the person behind these crimes. He was expecting maybe a man in black sweats, or a woman in black sweats, crazy hair, maybe a splicer…somebody who obviously would look evil or crazy or both…but not this.
Not like that at least…
"Meow," she purred and he was almost positive his mouth was open.
The purple skintight outfit fit her to a T. She was toned and thin, and in that outfit very attractive. The thing that startled him were her glowing yellow cat eyes. He definitely wasn't expecting this.
She gracefully sauntered up and cocked her hip to the side. Looking at him with a wide smile, her white teeth reflected in the moonlight. She put a gloved hand on her hip and her head tilted slightly as her eyes moved over him keenly.
"Look Miss Kitty," her voice was a sultry purr. "A bat in our belfry."
Selina had given her a few tips on how to make the playing field turn in her favor. The voice and body gestures were major components. Being able to fight hand to hand was one thing, being able to fight with words and gestures was something else. And that something else was also something that Catwoman always excelled at. It was important to keep your opponent off guard, distracted and the original queen of temptation gave her a few pointers.
No matter who was wearing the cape all Batmen were still just that, men. THAT was his weakness and where she could take advantage. So far it seemed like she was doing a good job.
Batman desperately tried to swallow past the lump that had formed in his throat and concentrate. Okay, so she was attractive, but he was still Batman. He hardened his resolve; Wayne would kill him if he knew he was acting this way.
"You're going to have to come with me," he stated his voice low and dangerous. But she merely smiled and with poise came right up in front of him. She placed a hand upon the red bat on his chest and leaned into him. Peering up at him and not looking threatened in the slightest she answered,
"But Batman, this is only the first date, what kind of Catwoman do you think I am?"
His insides clenched, she was so close. He could feel the heat coming off her body, her soft purple leather encased body. She, without a thought, had invaded his personal space.
Focus, he had to focus.
Terry never had this problem with girls; none were this brazen and threw themselves at him or flirted with him the way that she was. This was new territory…Dana was the only one who ever really flirted with him… Well, he didn't have to worry about THAT anymore. He focused back on the feline thief in front of him who was still smiling.
"This isn't a game," he said trying to regain control over the situation. He was Batman damnit; she should be scared of him.
"Life's a game," she whispered, "it just depends how you play it."
She pulled away suddenly and Batman let out an inaudible sigh of relief. She was a tempting little vixen, too bad he'd have to take her in. He watched a moment as she bent down and picked up her cat.
"Miss Kitty," she crooned stroking the cat, "Batman thinks we're the bad guys." She made a tsk-ing noise before piercing him with her golden gaze.
"We're not the enemy," she said to which he scoffed. She whispered something in to the cat's ear before putting her down.
"Stealing from people is something the 'bad guys' would do, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to take you in."
"I only take things from bad people," she paused for a moment,
"And if you wanted to take me you can try all you want, but I won't make any promises," she said huskily with a killer smile and he almost choked on his tongue. Okay, this definitely wasn't going the way he had planned it would.
He coughed and pulled out a pair of bat-cuffs. "There's no other way," he stated gruffly advancing on her. She only smiled and put her hands behind her back, extracting her claws with a soft sound.
"Do you have any proof that it was me?" she questioned him rationally and he paused for a moment, thrown by the reasonable question.
"I bet that the cat hair I found in one of the crime scenes would match a hair from your cat," he stated nodding his head in the direction of Miss Kitty, who was currently cleaning herself in the pale moonlight, before resuming coming closer.
She moved away and smiled even wider when he frowned, obviously displeased. This was boring- she wanted some action. THIS was the Batman that there were stories about? Was this the guy who stopped Inque and Shriek and the Royal Flush Gang?
"Don't make this more difficult," he stated getting agitated, and blinked when the next second her face was right in front of him, lips centimeters away.
"It's the only way it can be," she breathed before she lashed out and her claws cut the chains between the bat-cuffs in half. She moved back and waved a hand glimmering with claws at him.
"Ta-Bat's I've got some work to be done," she looked him up and down, "maybe some other time."
She turned and made a sprint for the edge of the roof. She knew that she couldn't get the statue with him right behind her. And he was right behind her; she could feel him. She let out a laugh; the chase was on.
She looked over her shoulder and frowned slightly when she didn't see him, but when she faced back forward again there he was, right in front of her.
"Mmm, this will be better than I thought!" she said with an exhilarated laugh.
"Play time is over," he stated reaching for her. "Wrong," she said grabbing his arm and, using her momentum, easily flipping herself over his shoulder and continuing her run.
With a flick of her wrist she had her whip in hand and was soaring off the building, falling like an angel without wings. Glorious. The feeling was, glorious!
The glorious feeling was cut short when arms wrapped around her stomach and caused her freefall to be cut short. Seconds later she felt her two feet being placed on solid ground. She turned with narrowed eyes to Batman who had yet to relinquish his hold on her.
"I was having a nice time flying high," her frown turning into a sultry grin, "unless you have another way to make me fly."
He immediately felt his throat dry up but pushed past it, damn hormones. He wasn't a little kid anymore. He kept his grip on her tight, maybe tighter than necessary but he didn't want her getting loose on him. And where had those claws come from?
He heard a soft noise. What was that?
"Enough," he snapped, or he tried to. His voice came out low, but not for the reason that she was thinking, or maybe it was.
"But we were just getting started," she cooed putting her hands on his chest and rubbing slightly, the claws glinting in the moonlight. "Don't you just want to have a little fun? Be naughty?"
She was a temptress, a sensual, naughty, cat temptress. It would have been a whole lot easier if she weren't pressed up against him rubbing his chest, and looking at him with those golden eyes and soft pink lips. Where was a band of Jokerz when he needed one?
Or Shriek…
"No," he answered shortly. "You have to be brought to justice."
"Ah!" she cut him off, "whose justice?" her eyes twinkled with merriment before she dug her claws into his chest. He jerked away, relinquishing his hold on her, and looked down at the cuts that now were on him. SHE CUT HIM! He looked up at her with an incredulous look on his face.
"Sorry darling, but when you corner a cat against her will your going to get cut," she said withdrawing her whip. She snapped it once on the ground with a quirked eyebrow.
"Ta," she cheered before disappearing down the alley. His brain snapped on and began off after her, again. He turned the corner and was met by five Jokerz and one Catwoman.
Ah, now they show up, he thought dryly.
He took a moment to assess the situation and saw something incredible…
She was kicking their Asses! I mean the whip and claws weren't even being used that much, it was all her. He hid his surprise when she did a damaging roundhouse kick to one unlucky Joker. He saw one sneaking up behind her and jumped into action.
"Thanks stud," he heard her purr from across the alley. He finished off the remaining two Jokerz and turned around-
To find himself alone in the alley with five unconscious Jokerz.
She got away.
He let out a groan and rubbed his face with his hands.
She had managed to escape.
Wayne was going to kill him.
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He entered the batcave and pulled his mask off. Letting his eyes adjust to the setting change, he let out a deep breath before getting out of the batmobile. He approached the computer, petting Ace on the head as he walked by. Before he could open his mouth another voice spoke.
"Interesting night?" Bruce said and Terry couldn't decide the tone of his voice. Uh oh. He was in trouble.
"You could say that," he said uncertainly walking over behind the old man.
"Want to watch an interesting video?" Terry froze. What the hell did that mean? He was scared to answer. What kind of video, and about what?
"Uh-"
"Oh yes, it's a good one," he continued and Terry was scared for a moment, that didn't sound like Bruce.
Bruce pointed to the screen and Terry's eyes widened. This was a museum security video.
"I put a small camera in the plaque in front of the Isis statue," Bruce informed him, somewhat agitatedly, as they watched the action on the screen. Terry felt as though somebody had cut him, a hand came up to his chest, well, actually…
There on the screen in front of him was Catwoman, looking fabulous in purple stealing the statue of Isis, and by her side was that damn black cat. He watched entranced as she flawlessly got past the lasers, using some moves that he had never seen before, cut a small circle in the glass, smiled that killer smile, turned halfway facing away for a few seconds touching her head, before leaving the way she came. Bruce rewound the tape and paused it on a clear shot of her.
The batcave was silent for a long moment; the only sounds heard were the squeaks from the overhanging bats.
Bruce turned and looked at Terry but didn't speak a word; he didn't have to, the look said it all so clearly, 'something you want to tell me?'
Terry looked down at his cuts before he began retelling the whole story from the beginning. He watched Wayne carefully as he retold it, well almost all of it. He definitely wasn't going to tell Wayne every detail. When he told him everything he was going to he waited, Wayne had that look on his face.
"What did she call the cat?" This question threw Terry for a loop. What did she call the cat? Okay, that was odd. He thought for a moment.
"Um, Miss Kitty," he answered and Bruce nodded putting his hands together in a temple under his chin. It has to be somebody related to Selina, Bruce thought, that was the name she called her cat when she was 'out on the town'.
"Was she very, a-hem, flirtatious?"
Bruce got his answer when Terry blushed and stumbled over his words.
"Oh, you could definitely say that," he finally managed to get out. That was when Bruce noticed his wounds.
"McGinnis, go clean yourself up and head home, we'll get into this tomorrow, and Terry, don't be late."
Terry sighed before turning around. He briefly touched his wounds on his chest. "Meow," he mumbled to himself before shaking his head. He was going to have odd dreams tonight.
Bruce watched the kid leave and heard his mutterings. Could this be somebody related to Selina? He was almost positive now, but they hadn't called him the world's greatest detective for nothing. He turned back to the video on the screen and replayed it. He had some studying to do.