I creep silently . My feet seem to float on air. I do not make a sound. I glide from shadow to shadow invisible and alert for any detection of movement.
My ears are perked , my eyes bright, my nails out. The alley seem abandoned. I jump onto the next building and land in a crouch. I tilt my head for noise and my nose for smell.
I smile at the wind on my face and the freedom of the hunt.
I spring and thrust my legs out into a full run. Yhe next jump is a large one. I kick my legs out and arch my back for landing. I let out a giggle as the gravel slides under my boots.
My heart is beating faster now. I have much ground to cover before I reach the heart of the city. I check my costume and weapons just in case and stand looking back at my loft. "Just a peek" I mumble then turn to resume my moonlit journey.
By the thirteenth roof-top my cat-senses tingle signifying I am being watched. The hair on my neckk now stands on its ends. I am walking against the wind. I move around a brick staircase for a shiled of the current and moonlight. My ears pick up a strange flapping noise in the distance. I pop my face around the corner and eye some clothing flapping on lines. I relax.
I start to move again when I hear a crunch on gravel. I am not alone. Judging from the sound they are not small. I silently slide my bull whip out from my boot. My eyes dart from shadow shadow cast by the blowing laundry. I keep my back pressed against the brick with knees bent. The wind picks up again forcing me to look harder. I cannot see the intruder. I clutch my whip tightly and wait.
Patience is the crane. Patience is tiger.
I slow my breating and close my eyes. I detect the flapping again but it sounds further above. I slowly tilt my head and open my eyes. A swirl of black glides by. It has bones and a translucent membran. My heart beats faster.
It is a batwing!
Swiftly the black spectre glides rustling in the night current. He folds his caped wings in and lands on the roof with his back to me with an eagles grace. The tips of his large black wings hide his face. He slowly turns as the moon casts a glow outlining his body.
His face has the shape of a bird. The mask jutts out to a small beak that hangs over his nose. His strong jaw line carves a face that seems not earthly. He seems made from magic, made from dreams. His chest is large and strong. His leg is placed out in front carved with defined muscles. The boots are tall and manly with good tread. His strong arm is relaxed at his side and gloved in a shiny material. The cape flaps in the breeze making him still appear to be flying.
I can't move. He is magnificent, he is mysterious, he is BATMAN!!
He slowly opens his mouth and says "Come out Catwoman!" I'm busted. Crap!
I lean tighter against the wall wondering if I can jump and get away fast but curiousity moved me out of the shadows still clutching my whip.
He turns to face me. His face is dark. I cannot see his eyes. I can make out the outline of his batty bad ass self. He moves a hand out and points to my weapon. "Drop it." he commands. I clutch it tighter. "I am not here to harm you." he reasons.
"I want to know what your doing prowling the rooftops of Gotham at this hour." he adds.
I stalk swaying my hips and purr "Since when is it a crime to take a midnight stroll?" I say with cat-attitude.
"I doubt you are just out for a stroll." "Perhaps you are wanting to cat burgle . I cannot allow that."
I tilt my head back and laugh. "If I want something, I will get it. I do not need your permission Batman !"
"Besides, I have put those days behind me."
"It is true I miss the thrill ."
"There is much to be said for the feeling of a good hunt." I mewed.
"Go home Catwoman." He says sternly.
I nod a no while hitting the end of my whip against my other paw.
"You just admitted there is nothing here for you."
I creep closer and arch my brow. "Perhaps there is something after all." I say slowly eyeing him up and down .