"You jackass!" Catwoman exclaimed, rubbing her nose.

"Is that a new pet name?" Batman retorted.

"Yeesh! What is that thing made of?" she replied, more amazed than frustrated.

Batman looked at the emblem on his chest and adjusted his gauntlet.

"It's made from a melted Smith Wesson Model 36 dipped in a titanium/steel alloy."

Catwoman stopped rubbing her nose, and cocked her head.

"You melted down a gun and put it in your... oh... I see.." she trailed off. She then touched his arm. "It's the one that was used..."

Batman clenched his jaw. "Yeah."

She touched a hand to the yellow oval, filled with the insignia of a bat.

"Wow... I guess that's..."

"Justice." Batman told her proudly.

"I was thinking more like a clever 'fuck you, eat a dick' to your enemies, but that's cool too." she teased, smiling warmly.

"Heh, well I guess that too."

"Damn right, 'that too.' So are you done with patrol?" she asked, starting to trace her finger around the symbol.

"No, but things have been relatively quiet... so.." he grabbed her hand, "I thought maybe if something came up the others could handle it."

Catwoman beamed at him.

"Really?"

"Yes. You're worth it."

She gasped softly.

"Oh jeez. Bruce!" she said, before grabbing him by the shoulders and hugging him. He hugged her back. He bowed his head.

"You have something to show me." he growled softly.

"Yeah, just..." she purred back, squiggling in his arms, "just gimme a sec."

"Okay."

Catwoman finally stopped squeezing the Dark Knight's ribs.

"You have the car parked nearby, sweet-talker?"

"No, I left it downtown." Batman said. He raised his gauntlet to press the retrieval, but Catwoman put her hand on it hastily.

"Wait... how about a glide?"

"You sure? I thought you'd want to steer clear of the gliding after last time."

"Oh, you mean when 'throttled me into my own home at mach one'?"

Batman sighed. "Yeah."

"I'm over it."

"I'm not. We got lucky."

"No, that was the night before."

"Selina!" he scolded.

"HAHAHA!" she cackled.

Batman groaned and pulled out his grapnel gun. "We're gonna need some height. I'm going to use the accelerator on this."

Catwoman eyed the gadget he was holding.

"That's gonna hurl us into the air, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Was it twelve o'clock when you drew up the specs?"

"Funny." he growled. He aimed the gun at a building across the street. Catwoman grabbed on. He fired the grapnel, then pressed a button on the top of the grip. The line then pulled them to the building, gradually speeding up, then launching them over the building. Batman quickly grabbed reholstered the gun, then grabbed the ends of his cape and extended it, initiating the glide.

"Where to?"

"Little Italy."