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A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! I love you and what you guys think!
lt. commander richie, she's going to be getting herself into all kinds of escapades! Just wait and see! ;)
Galaxya, Me-wow! LOL I love it! Thanks for loving this!
CATgrl, I'm ecstatic that you're hooked! More romance you say? All in good time, but for now will you settle with some flirtatious Catwoman?
SerenityJC, Ah! Terry-ness, next chap there's a lil bit more of him…wouldn't we all like a lil bit more of him;)
Kyoko Kasshu Minamino, I heard about that episode but havn't had the pleasure to watch it, damnit! I hope I don'tdisappoint with the up comming chaps! ;)
I'm going to post the next chap very soon cause this upcoming week is going to be crazy hectic for me and I might not get to post until next Saturday or Sunday…
As always, let me know what you think and Have A Nice Day!
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-Two Weeks Later-
Bruce Wayne looked at the surveillance video again. Somehow the cameras were always conveniently looking in the wrong directions and he couldn't get a clear shot of the person who robbed the museum.
Somehow they had managed to get past the cameras and the lasers without setting a single one off, cleanly stealing two artifacts. That took preparation and skill. This wasn't just a random robbery.
Neither was the others done these past two weeks. The thing that bothered him was that she, or he, never set off an alarm.
He sent McGinnis to check out the scenes and he usually reported back in the negative. But he did find a short black hair, a cat hair. That along with the circular cuts on the glass, and it being cat artifacts being stolen led him to believe that it was a catwoman wannabe, or somebody trying to make it look like a catwoman wannabe.
A frown graced his aged features as he though about Selina. They hadn't spoken since she was sent to prison. It pained him to say that because he cared deeply for her. She was just like him, although they were on opposite sides of the law and there had been the whole she stole things, while he saved the city. As soon as she was released from prison though, she had vanished.
It couldn't have been her who hit the museum; she was as old as he and it wasn't physically possible. A child or grandchild perhaps?
He shook his head and let out a gruff noise. Why was he getting his hopes up? There was a small chance that it was her. Others could simply be mimicking her actions. She did become famous in prison. People actually made comics about her, many loved her, but not like him.
Maybe there was a different pattern in the thefts, he thought suddenly trying to switch topics. It was painfully obvious that whoever it was, was stealing cat artifacts…and jewelry, rarely was there a painting or two…like the original catwoman. Who ever this was did their homework.
A plan formed in his mind. He would set a trap that whoever was doing this couldn't resist. Bruce smiled suddenly, and if anybody had been there to see it they would have said it was odd.
Isis.
The statue of Isis would be impossible for this cat burglar to ignore. Isis, not only important to Catwoman, but also had been Selina's favorite cat. If this criminal really knew their stuff they would go for it. And if this person was somehow related to Selina they would try to steal it even if they knew it was a trap.
Perfect.
But how to go about it, he couldn't just announce it, that'd be too obvious, and he couldn't just donate it to the museum, that as well would be too obvious. Well, he could do it in secrecy, very low key, and if this burglar was that good they would find out about it and try to steal it.
Bruce shut his eyes. He had a statue of Isis. He bought one for Selina as a present for when she got out of prison. He still had it, hidden away in one of his many rooms at Wayne Manor. He didn't have the heart to sell it, he still had hope that he would see her one-day and get to give it to her. Coming to a decision, he picked up the phone.
Looks like it was going to be used after all this time after all, just not the way he had planned.
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-Two Days Later-
Serenity watched lazily as Selina paced back and forth across the apartment like a caged tigress. Her movements were smooth yet strained, like she was wound up too tight. Even in her old age she was still graceful, and surprisingly beautiful. She was muttering to herself and running her fingers through her hair.
"I can't believe it," "So stupid," "Damn bat jerk." She stopped and looked at Serenity for a moment.
"He knew that I wouldn't be able to resist this," she said continuing her pacing. "Even if it is such a BLATANT trap."
Yes, Selina knew who Batman was, well the old batman, but wouldn't tell her. At least she wouldn't tell her yet. That angered a part of her, but the other part of her was happy. She didn't want anybody to tell her. She was going to figure it out on her own. But she didn't care about the old Batman; she wanted to know who the new Batman was. That information could be very, very helpful, not to mention interesting in the future.
But so far she had managed to avoid all contact with him and had yet to make his acquaintance. Serenity had improved her time and was able to get in and out within 9 minutes, a personal best…but also it depended on where she was hitting.
The condos were easy, simple systems and alarms that once you knew how to defeat them the rest were effortless. All the rich types followed a similar defense system, which made them easier targets. It also made it so she had to hit all the intended targets pretty much the next night before they changed their own system. That was the tough part, once you hit somebody, they tell their friends they got stolen from, and then their friends immediately change their own system.
"You think he knows you're here in Gotham?" Serenity questioned from her relaxed position, absently stroking Bastet who was in her lap. This question caused Selina to pause for a moment to think.
"I don't think so, would have found me already…he's smart enough to know that even if it wasn't me, that this is a blatant trap, but," she said, a grin forming on her face, "a blatant trap made for the best."
Serenity smiled. Selina had praised her highly the first night she went out. Selina being happy was an understatement. Each trinket she brought home made her feel like she was doing Selina's legacy justice. The fact that Selina, the original Catwoman herself, thought she was doing a kick-ass job was enough to convince her that it was true.
With every praise though Selina increased her training, raising the bar to a new level, making it more difficult and adding new things. Serenity didn't like it at first, but she was adjusting and getting better and better. And THAT was the point. Like she had said before, her entering and exiting time had improved and it was becoming almost second nature to fly across the rooftops.
She came to terms with what she was doing. The people that Selina sent her after were bad people, dirty money, scandals and just plain scum of Gotham. Serenity had no qualms going after them and permanently borrowing some money to help some animals. She was like a hot cat-themed Robin Hood, for animals. As for the museum…they wouldn't miss a statue here and there…
"I had to use my connections to find out for sure if this was truly happening or not," Selina spoke up once more running a hand through her hair.
The room was silent as Selina had an inner debate. Serenity watched with poised calmness as this went on for a few moments. Finally, as though she came to a conclusion, Selina turned to Serenity.
"What do you think?" Selina said but Serenity knew what she really meant. 'Do you think you are ready to face Batman?'
No doubt was present in Serenity's gaze. Before her was an open challenge and she wasn't going to shy away; she was ready to face them, him, head on. The bar had just been raised.
Serenity smiled a long, slow smile that was dangerously close to Selina's before answering.
"I think I have to get dressed or I'm going to be late for my date."
Decision made.
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..:You there McGinnis:..
"Yeah, I'm here."
..:Anything:..
"Nothing, I'm beginning to think that our little thief isn't going to show," He stated scanning the area once more and once more seeing nothing but a blanket of darkness with the few specks of lights from random buildings in the distance.
He had been waiting there for almost two hours and nothing. No sign of anything or anyone. To be quiet honest he was getting bored and cold. This was turning out to be a bust, and Wayne was not giving him all the information. He hated it when he did that.
As far as he knew the old cat-chick was a flame of Wayne's. They had a weird relationship, a sort of good guy-bad guy…thing. He hadn't even seen a picture of her so he couldn't really judge what she looked like, but she must have been quite a woman to make Wayne turn into a softy about the law. Well, not exactly a softy…but…softer?
But than again he wasn't the best one to talk about relationships with, just like Wayne. Ouch, he wasn't going there. Comparing himself to Wayne was never a good thing and just bringing it up made his head hurt.
He shook his head.
He couldn't understand why Wayne would put himself through that. Could any woman really rattle him like she did? Blur the line between right and wrong? Wayne had dated lots of chicks, so what made this one so much different from the rest of them?
It wasn't their sense of timing; that was for sure.
Waiting a few more minutes, he let out a small puff of air. He was going to do a sweep; this was getting him nowhere and fast.
Wayne will just have to deal, he thought letting out an impatient sound from the back of his throat. He wasn't just going to sit here all night for a thief that may or may not show.
He turned around, scanning the area one last time and once again seeing that there was nothing but black- a soft meow caught his attention and he turned back around.
Nothing.
He frowned, was he hearing things?
He squinted his eyes and slowly studied the patch of dark before him.
A black cat gracefully walked out of nowhere to stop in front of him a few feet away, and he would bet anything that the cat hair he collected from the crime scenes would match this cat standing before him.
The cat didn't make another sound but stood, waiting. He carefully looked around once more, if the cat was here then-
And that was when he saw her.