Meow
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-Two Weeks Later-
Terry was getting frustrated in more ways that one. Not only did he keep bumping into Catwoman but she also kept getting away without him knowing. One way or another she always managed to slip away into the night.
She had not let down on the flirting and he was finding it harder and harder to ignore her temptations. He knew he would not give in to her, but it was damn hard. He was starting to understand what Wayne must have felt like back in the day…and that in itself was a scary thought.
Max was teasing him about Catwoman flirting with him, and about how the only girls who'd flirt with him would be criminals; she had no idea how right she was on THAT one. But she had been worried about him the times he was marked with cat scratches nothing ever too deep. They both often forgot the Catwoman had claws, and wasn't afraid to use them, that and she liked to mess with his head…But he was quickly learning.
Not only that but after that one day, a couple months ago, that he sat with Serenity he hadn't spoken to her since and he felt like a total heel. What kind of person did that make him look like? Now there was a nice girl. He still hadn't found out about her whole 'I hate you Jokerz' episode but she seemed nice enough.
Dana couldn't make up her mind if she wanted to give him a second chance or not, and quite frankly, he hated to admit it but, he was getting tired. He liked her, but Max had been correct in saying that it was easier without having to worry about dates with her and such.
His mom was starting to get on his case about spending boy time with Matt, and was starting to find out about his little 'falling asleep in class' times.
Wayne was pissed at him, even if he didn't actually say he was pissed…you could just tell…it was written all over his face, for 'letting' Catwoman steal the statue of Isis. He LET her steal it! It was a couple weeks ago and Wayne was driving for this Catwoman issue to be solved.
Terry had to bit his tongue when he was tempted to carefully remind Wayne that he had probably acted the same way with the original Catwoman, but knew better than to actually voice it. Those glares from Wayne could freeze you on your spot.
Terry had come to the conclusion that being both Terry McGinnis and Batman was draining.
He was knocked from his thoughts quite literally when he felt the cold hard ground underneath him and his legs tangled in something. He silently cursed himself for not paying attention but didn't have time to react before there was a weight sitting atop his chest and his arms were pinned down.
He looked up and realized it was going to be a long, long night.
Catwoman sat upon his chest with her knees pinning his arms to the ground. He struggled slightly but she only smiled that smile he was sure was just for him. He wouldn't go there…not right now at least. She crossed her forearms on his chest and rested her head upon them.
"So lost in thought you didn't hear me coming," she said with a fake pout. She was in a playful mood tonight, but than again when wasn't she?
"Catwoman," he said blandly. If she thought she didn't affect him she would stop…hopefully. She shifted her weight slightly, making herself more comfortable before gazing down at him.
"So what are you going to try and steal tonight?" he asked trying to ignore the fact that she was sitting on him.
"Who says that's the reason I'm out roaming tonight stud?" came her inquiry.
"Because you're a thief," he stated harshly, but that didn't deter her in the slightest.
"But I'm also a cat, cats love to roam," she stated to which he only raised an eyebrow but she couldn't see that.
"Batman," she purred lowly breaking him from his thoughts, "why must we fight?" She leaned her face closer to him, her lips hovering over his, "we could be beautiful together," her lips moved to his ear and she whispered huskily, "in more ways than one."
He fought to keep his body under control. She was so tempting…
"The Bat and The Cat," she smiled at him her eyes glowing in the dark.
She licked her bottom lip before breaking into an even wider smile, "No one would be able to stop us. We could own this town."
"No way," he said and she frowned.
"You didn't even think about it," she pouted and for a moment he thought she genuinely looked disappointed at his rebuff.
"I don't need to," he declared sounding more confident than he felt. His body was betraying him and he was desperate for control. He watched her carefully as she tilted her head to the side as if studying him before she seemed to think of something. He almost saw the light bulb go off over her head. One of her gloved hands came up and slowly caressed his cheek.
He watched, with way more interest than he should have, as she bent down to his face. He prepared himself for what he assumed would be a kiss. A kiss from the enemy, but it wasn't exactly what he thought it would be.
He felt something wet touch his lips and drag up to right up to his nose. He watched through a fog in his brain as her pink tongue slid back into her mouth.
"Think about it," she purred before slowly getting off of him. She took out her whip before giving him a once over, "until next time." Before he had time to move she made a sprint to the edge of the building and took a swan dive off of it…she was gone.
He looked down and saw what his legs were tangled in and quickly freed himself, throwing it to the other side of the roof. He looked to where she left before picking a hand up to gently touch his mouth.
What was she playing at?
"And there will be a next time," he said to the dark.
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"McGinnis."
Terry looked up from petting Ace and walked over to the computer.
"Found something?"
Bruce turned and gave him that look. The 'don't-you-know-who-you're-talking-to' look.
"Look at this," he stated rather than answering him directly. He motioned to the screen which was replaying the tape of Catwoman stealing the Isis statue.
Terry was about to say that he saw this tape already many, many, times, when Bruce paused it when she was turning. After a moment of silence Terry glanced at Wayne who was wearing no expression but his eyes were gleaming with pride at finally finding something. But what the thing was Terry wasn't sure.
"I figured out what she's doing," he stated, his voice gruff. Terry remained silent.
"Think McGinnis," Bruce stated looking at him with a 'duh' look.
Terry turned his eyes back to the picture and looked at it carefully. She was facing away halfway. She was happy, that was given; she just stole the cat statue when he had been right there.
Terry tilted his head slightly, the way her mouth was though. There was something about the way it was angled. Her hand was lightly resting right below her cat ear, like she was scratching it or something. He narrowed his eyes slightly, well, it almost reminded him of himself when he was…
His eyes widened and he turned to Wayne. Wayne nodded his head glad that Terry was learning to connect the dots.
"She's talking to somebody," Wayne confirmed.
"But who?"
"Let's fine out, I already have the file located."
Both men turned back to the computer and Bruce began typing furiously on the keys, pulling up file after file.
"There," he said opening a particular file and leaning back, "Let's listen, it's only close range so it's only a few seconds,"
"I can't believe I just did that, sometimes I surprise myself," Catwoman said cutting a hole in the glass case before removing the statue from it and putting it in her bag carefully.
She touched the spot right under her right era before speaking, "got it."
Silence.
"Yes, Bats met up with some friends outside, and you're right it must be a requirement that all Batman's are studs," silence and then laughter.
"And yes, I said meow," with that she turned and smiled at the cat next to her.
"Miss Kitty, isn't Isis beautiful," she said lowly. She turned away from the cameras before taking off at a run and getting back through the lasers and out of the museum.
Bruce turned to look at Terry. "I have a suspicion on who was on the intercom." Terry looked at him with interest, he thought he knew who it was too, but he'd let Bruce say it first... Bruce broke into a small grin that looked almost odd on him.
Odd…and almost scary. It was like the muscles had forgotten how to smile on him and are were remembering what to do now…
"Remember that story I told you about a woman named Selina Kyle…"