The lights of Gotham, making their way through the clouds, rushed up, creating a semblance of a light fog. Scattered sparks could be seen even in the farthest corner of the suburbs, impressive for those who so wanted to be there, in the very center. Who dreamed of being a part of this crazy glow and fun. Who did not know how things really are.
In the noise of the never sleeping city, far from the multi-car roads, on the roof of one of the skyscrapers, hiding in the shadows, a shadow flashed. Barely visible to the observant eye. She was and then disappeared on the roof much lower. Then an easy run. And a weird click.
Tiffany's boutique was already closed, but the bright sign attracted the attention of everyone on the main street of the center. Attracted and beckoned.
Getting there and bypassing the alarm turned out to be much easier than it might seem. Too much confidence in her abilities very often let jewelry stores down. All you need is a drill, a couple of screwdrivers and the exact knowledge of what needs to be turned off. And the shadow knew it well. When the red lights of cameras and sound detectors stopped blinking, completely immersing the main hall of the boutique, the guest smiled contentedly, hiding her equipment in a backpack behind her back and stretching with pleasure, even, it seems, purring. She had been watching this place for a week now and knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
Fishing out a miniature glass cutter from the pocket of her backpack, the shadow went to a glass cabinet with tiaras and pendants that shone even in the darkness of the hall.
"Oh, baby, what a beauty," she purred, rather deftly cutting through the square of the glass door and picking up a green diamond pendant. - Meow….
For him - another night, hiding a lot of crimes that are happening in Gotham. Batman continues to fight clans and loners who seek to cash in on innocent citizens. Before Batman, citizens were afraid to go outside not only at night, but also during the day, fearing another ambush from unpleasant faces in a dark alley. Now the bandits are afraid of narrow lanes, because behind the darkness there can be a very frightening threat to their plans.
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the Dark Knight scanned the streets with night vision binoculars. Surprisingly, the city was calm. Suspiciously calm. Last week, one mafia got what they deserved, and all of its members were behind bars, but this means that new groups of gangs will try to compete for lost underground deals. Batman decided to wipe the lenses of his binoculars, and lo... something flashed for a moment. The man himself uses secrecy in the night and it didn't seem to him: someone was on the roof.
Batman noticed the outlines of the shadow already near the boutique and this is not a hallucination at all: a man is going to a scam inside the hall. The hero descended from the other side of the building and through the back door he got inside the room. By the light sounds of footsteps and the creak of glass from the glass cutter, Batman gave guidance, and therefore he was moving in the right direction. His steps were imperceptible, and as soon as the suspicious thief extended his hand to the value, then a shadow of long and sharp ears hung over it, mimicking the ears of a bat. Batman immediately grabs roughly by the wrist and his face is slightly surprised that it was a woman.
- And who is this here with us?
It was very unexpected. So much so that the girl was even confused for a good two seconds.
- Oh ... - she moaned, looking straight into the face of a stranger.
Who is he? And what is he doing here? Although…
- Wait ... - the girl whispered, carefully examining his face, taking a step forward, reducing the distance between them. - I know who you are! I heard about you! You ... you ... What do they call you ...
She bit her lip, remembering that stupid name. Something was spinning in her head, but she couldn't catch it.
- Don't tell me! I have to remember myself!
The girl bit her lip almost until it bled, and then whistled happily.
- Batman! Exactly! You are Batman! Everyone is afraid of you. You are the guardian and security guard of Gotham and blah blah blah blah ... Yes, it's you!
The joy of his recollection was abruptly replaced by curiosity. She walked close to him and tilted her head slightly to the left, licking her lips.
So that's what you are, Batman. Finally, we got to know each other. I thought you were evil and scary, but in fact, you are very personal. Let me tell you, very sexy.
Her free hand ran over his chest, hidden by the suit.
- Hot...
Batman threw a stern and cool look in the direction of her face. He noticed that, like his, there were no lenses. You can try to read the eyes, but you had to be holistic about the stranger. The man remained silent. He did not take a step back, nor to the meeting. He needed to let her express her thoughts in order to understand who the potential enemy was in front of him. At her emotions, the Dark Knight continued to breathe evenly, but his head thought through various thoughts, because he had never met lone criminals. Usually the ladies hang around important criminals, but as soon as the leader is caught, their mistresses try to justify themselves that they have nothing to do with it. Batman had questions about where this costume came from and what if a whole network of thieves appeared and she was not the only person.
His eyes widened slightly in surprise as the tone of the conversation took on a very different plane. It was unusual to feel a woman's hand in the chest and torso area instead of knives and bullets. The suit hid the fact that goosebumps and a pleasant feeling arose on the skin where the thief passed her palm. But Batman's face was impassive. To this, he intercepted this handle and held it aside, like the other hand, slightly captivating the opponent.
- Don't touch it. You may get burned. Who is the customer?
When he grabbed her other hand too, she did not lose her head, but pressed her hips against his and smiled cheerfully.
- Do you want to do everything yourself? I don't mind. Just be gentle, okay? I'm still a girl.
But she only chuckled at his words.
- Customer? Do you want to hint that if I'm a lady, then I must definitely work for someone? Ha! It's sexist, baby. I can work for myself, as an independent unit of the criminal community. Or what? Do you think I'm weak? You're out there, you're working alone, right? Why am I worse?
As if offended, the girl put on her lips and turned her head to the side.
- I thought you had a better opinion of the girls of Gotham and in general, about my gender, and you ... Wounded much more than you could.
Was it a game? Certainly! To divert attention from what is happening, scoring your head and showing yourself as a victim, not a criminal? The girl did this more than once. Why is he worse than the others? Although, to be honest, he looked much better than the stupid cops or other thieves she encountered in search of her prey. Yes, and he smelled of some kind of trail of danger and passion.
- All you men are the same. Appreciate only yourself and your abilities, and on people like me, just to vent your anger ...
The man was laconic. He did not have situations when he had to chat with criminals. The arguments were in the form of betarangs and blows to the weak points of the body. Feeling her hips, Batman took a light step back. The thief's hips were very expressive, but for a moment it seemed that there was something wrong in her behavior.
Immediately, a detective appeared in her head, who collected all the information from her mouth and tried to put the puzzles into a whole picture. She tried to flirt with him...lonely or insatiable? The thief said she works alone...or the boss is so dangerous, or she steals on her own. Batman nowhere remembers any of the criminals dressing up in a costume like this lady.
Noticing her chagrin, Batman was a little taken aback. Comforting criminals was never his goal, but what if she wasn't a criminal at all? There were more questions running through Batman's mind than answers. Although his hands held her wrists, the room was silent around them, and only Batman's languid sigh was barely audible to anyone.
- You're winding yourself up. There was no mention of Gotham girls. Your words help me gather information about you. I'll learn more about you when you sit outside the interrogation room. And I'll make sure you can't escape. I don't like false allusions.
- You can get to know me, much closer than in words, - the girl purred, again clinging to him. - The main thing is to want, isn't it?
She jerked her hips and sighed heavily, her hot breath searing his chin.
Do you want me to read your mind? she continued, almost whispering against his lips. - You think that I work for some scary person and that's why I won't admit who he is. You think my fear makes me shudder just thinking about him. That he can kill me. Or hurt, maybe even rape if I don't get what he wants. Because he is very powerful. He made me behave like this, made me wear this suit, which very favorably emphasizes all the curves of my body. Forced to sink to the very bottom in order to survive ...
Tears were heard in her words and pain was felt.
- So what you need is not me, but this terrible and evil person. You need a real criminal, not his next victim.
Lowering her head, the girl sniffed, but did not move away from him, as if withdrawing into herself, she froze in place, waiting for her sentence, to take her into account and only hoping that she would not be too cruel.
Batman didn't move. Either vigilance is lost, or he really wants to know her better.
– Desires...are different...sometimes some thieves like to impose their desires on someone.
The timbre of the man's voice dropped slightly, at a small fraction softer than in other situations he talks to criminals. It did not look like she was a threat to society, but it was not clear what true goals she was pursuing.
Listening carefully to the story, Batman loosened his grip slightly and now his palms began to comfortly stroke just below the shoulders to calm the criminal. Is it an innocent victim of circumstance? The Dark Knight did not know how to comfort people. For this, there were psychologists, to whom the criminals were taken, or sent to the Arkham Asylum for very deviant personalities.
- I'll deal with it. I'll find that bastard. But you need to be hidden...at the police station you will tell the investigators everything and go through the witness protection program. I will take on dangerous tasks. By the way, you didn't give your name.
She looked up at him innocently, and then felt his hands stroking her, comforting her. It was a nice thing to hide. She felt his strong hands on her forearms and for a second, a pleasant wave spread inside her.
"My name is," she whispered against his lips. - Cat…
In the next second, her knee slammed into his groin with full force, delivering, if not terrible pain, but unpleasant discomfort, forcing him to bend slightly. The cat took advantage of this. She pushed him towards the closet, whose glass doors gave way and simply shattered, shattering the glass on them. Smiling contentedly, the girl lightly chained his left hand to the handle of the locker. And then she punched him right in the stomach with her fist. The blow was not strong, but that was not the calculation. Something resembling a pistol, but with a hook at the end, immediately appeared in her hand. Having managed to grab two pendants, she, having sent a kiss in parting, disappeared into the darkness of the hall.
The night air met her with a refreshing breeze, causing adrenaline to beat in her temples. It was fun. Really fun and funny. That is why, without looking back, the Cat ran away, knowing full well that her new acquaintance would cope with the trap quite easily.
"See you soon, handsome," she whispered, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, covering her tracks, believing she could do it.