"I used to be a thief and a good one," Selina explained to Mary, tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. "So one night i'm working this job. It was summertime and unbearably hot. My target, a Ming dynasty vase, was in an Art Gallery in New York. It should have been fairly easy, the security wasn't too fortifying and by all means it was easy, until Dean showed up. "

Selina Kyle tried to ignore blistering heat, but that became increasingly difficult as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her normally comfortable cat suit clung to her skin due to the humidity. The sound of the lock clicking into place was music to her ears. She stood silently and slipped into the building. The alarm system was taken care of with practiced ease and she almost wished it'd proved more of a challenge. She pulled her goggles over her eyes. The orange tinted lenses revealed a secondary alarm in the form of infrared light alarms.

Black combat boots moved into fourth position, and a toned body clad in a black catsuit raised itself up. Despite the grueling heat, Selina felt completely in her element as she flipped and tumbled through the air. She smirked triumphantly at the beautiful vase before her and picked it up with smug satisfaction. The sound of the back door opening smashed her pride.

The Cat tensed. Her mind raced with the quickest escape routes, but none of them ensured the vase's safety. Selina rolled her neck annoyance.

Crash!

"Son of a bitch."

Who ever had entered was clearly not someone who had been there before. A flashlight's glare fell on her back and Selina watched her shadow distorted itself against the selves before her as the light traveled up and down her body. She waited for the light to finnish the journey before she turned on her heals to face the new comer.

"Have you seen enough," she mused blandly.

In the dark store all she could make out were old jeans and calloused hands that were illuminated by the skylight between them.

"Oh not nearly, it's rare to come across a beauty such as yourself," a rough voice replied. " I'm Dean by the way."

Selina's dark red lips scowled and she rolled her eyes at the smirk in his voice.

" That's the best you got," she asked, raising an eyebrow.

One of the hands grew into an arm as it moved into the light for the briefest moment to motion towards her.

"I was talking about the vase, though I'd be happy to take you too."

" Oh don't give me that artsy crap," she purred, pointedly ignoring his last comment. " You're far to rough to be wanting this for the reasons you're suggesting. You don't have the grace to be an art thief."

Selina's eyes sparkled with mischief as she paced the base of the vase on her left pinky finger and began to balance it there. Her other arm came to rest on her hip

"Ouch, words hurt ya know, but you're right I don't want it for artsy reasons," Dean's voice, once joking, became serious. " I want to destroy it."

" Tutu," Selina scolded shaking her head. She moved her pinkie a bit causing the vase to tip dangerously.

The arms clad in a leather jacket moved into the pale light again.

" Woah, woah, woah, careful with that!"

Selina head tilted to the side.

"I thought you wanted to destroy it," she mocked.

"Yeah, in the right way, you crazy broad, not the way that could possibly get us killed," Dean scoffed with stressed urgency. " Just hand it over and-"

"Stop, don't move!"

Selina's warning came to late. Dean had moved into the full light of the moon and right through the inferred alarm. A high pitched screeching broke through the silence. Dean moved to cover his ears and Selina took it as her chance to charge past him, Ming vase now tucked under her left arm. The chest she barreled past was stronger than she anticipated. She stumbled and the stranger made a grab for her. Air hissed from between her teeth as the whip around her waist was tugged back. She spun her body around to kick him. Dean's forearm came up and blocked her kick that had been aimed at his head. Punches and kicks were thrown between them as they moved in irregular circular patterns around the room.

Selina couldn't help the smile that graced her lips. Sweat fell in glisioning pearls from her forehead and traveled down her neck. She noticed Dean was also sporting a light sheen of sweat. A breathy gasp slide from her as Dean trapped her against him. Selina's right arm was held firmly in his hand and twisted behind her back. Her arm was the only thing separating her back from his chest. The man's other arm clasped around her waist pressing them together.

" You're quite the dancer," she complimented, angling her head up to look at him.

Dean's green eye's met her matching pair and smile slipped onto his lips.

" Well you should see-"

A loud bang crashed through the room and the glass case behind them shattered. Dean's hold faltered and Selina slipped free and ran to the back door.

"NYPD GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

"Shit," Dean whispered, his head whipping between the cop and Selina. The back door slammed closed at Selina's exit and Dean snapped out of his daze.

"Shit," he shouted, before chasing after Selina and the vase. When he burst into the alleyway however, there was no one was in sight.

Leave a review if you liked it, have questions, comments, or concerns.