Somewhere in Gotham, at the Iceberg Lounge, which was a ginormous building with two huge doors with penguins carved on to the handles and a ginormous glass dome on top of it, there was a ton of commotion going on the inside of the building.

Inside the club area, there were a bunch of goons firing at was a chandelier hanging over a ginormous fish bowl with an assortment of fishes.

Hanging from the decoration, was some kind of black slender figure that every one of the goons could not seem to hit. But they did manage to hit the glass droplets hanging from the chandelier.

"Shoot her!" One of them commanded.

"I'm trying."

Then, a short man with a monocle on his right eye, a black top hat, a long pointy nose, a tucked in white button shirt, a small purple waist coat, black shoes and a purple overcoat, waddled in angrily.

"What are you clodpolls doing?!" The short man yelled in a rough cockney accent.

"She's on the chandelier, Mr Cobblepot." The goon replied.

"I can see that!" Cobblepot replied. "But why are you SHOOTING MY CHANDELIER?! It cost me a great quantity of my wealth and I'm not misspending every penny just to have you halfwitted dullards misuse every round of ammunition just to miss this peculator."

The slender person jumped off the chandelier and onto the floor above the ground floor. "There she goes!" The goon exclaimed. "She's getting away."

Oswald however, looked confident. "Now, wait a moment. She will not a moonlight flit. Whilst you were busy playing havoc with my exorbitant decoration, I have initiated my newfangled security system. All the windows have been barred, the doors have been automatically secured and the vents have been obstructed with a highly virulent gas."

"Wow, that is clever boss." One of the goons remarked.

"Thank you for your laudation." Oswald said before getting frustrated. "Now, don't just stand there like a bunch of taxidermied creatures, scatter out and find that DETESTABLE CAT!"

Soon, all the armed soldiers of Oswald Cobblepot, AKA The Penguin, dispersed in order to find their thief.

Elsewhere, the thief was busy trying to burst out of the door. The thief herself was a Caucasian woman with black boots, a cat like leather mask, a black belt filled with an assortment of gadgets, a pair of red goggles and a leather full body suit with a zipper going up to her neck.

This was Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman, Gotham's most notorious cat burglar.

She stared at the lock door and sighed. "Well, Ozzie appears to have upped security since last time." She said to herself. "Aww, I'm very flattered. He knows I love a challenge." She noted the barred windows and sighed. "Okay, you're not making things easy. Plus, I can smell that putrid toxic from here. Okay, guess I better fight my way out of here."

She then heard the sound of people coming towards her location and jumped on the ceiling. There, she began to hear the goons having a conversation to themselves about their boss.

"Why does he even do that?" The muscular female criminal asked the average sized male criminal.

"Do what?"

"Talk like that?"

"You mean the Cockney accent?" He asked.

"No! Using all these fancy words." She responded.

"I don't think he knows what they mean." He theorised. "I think he uses them to sound like he comes from the upper class. Believe me, I once tried to steal from Bruce Wayne and nobody ever uses these Victorian sounding phrases."

As they spoke, Catwoman was still on the ceiling following the criminals and listening in to their conversation.

"Perhaps he wants to sound sophisticated." She remarked.

"Or maybe he wants to sound annoying."

"Or, perhaps pretentious." Catwoman's statement got the goons to turn around and begin to unload their ammo to an empty corridor.

But they were surprised to see that she wasn't there whatsoever. "What?"

Then, Catwoman gently de-attached herself from the ceiling and landed on her feet like a cat. She tapped on their shoulders and before they could take in who was in front of them, she managed to beat them up with an array of punches and kicks that knocked them to the floor.

At one point, there was another criminal walking down a corridor looking for the thief. He noticed how dark the corridor was and looked up to see a shattered lightbulb and some glass on the carpet which looked recent.

That was until, he saw what looked like slender silhouette running from left to right further down the corridor.

"There she is!" He began running down the corridor. But at one point, he accidentally stood on some scattered caltrops, puncturing his feet. He fell and landed on the remaining caltrops, puncturing his entire skin and to scream in pain.

Elsewhere, a goon was walking next to the railing, looking down on the dance floor on the ground floor. He saw that it was clear after a few moments and went back to patrolling.

As he walked, he scratched his right cheek due to an irritable itch. "Need a scratch?" He looked to who talked to him and it was Catwoman. But before he could react, she scratched where he scratched his cheek, leaving three distinct cat claws, causing him to fall off the railing and to land on a table, shattering not only the piece of furniture, but a few bones as well.

Meanwhile, a female goon was walking down the corridor with her rifle raised high, ready to shoot whoever comes her way.

That was when, she saw Catwoman just casually skipping from left to right, in front of her. Just as she was about to shoot her, Catwoman suddenly removed her whip from her belt and with a powerful strike, she managed to strike the weapon out of her hand.

The goon in retaliation just pulled a knife from her pocket and showed it off to the thief. However, she just stretched, whip still in her hand and sighed.

"I can't believe you made that mistake." Catwoman remarked. "Bringing a knife to a whip fight." She once again, struck the goon, knocking the knife from her hand before whipping her in the face.

Then, she charged towards the goon and performed a jump kick to her chest, knocking her to the floor. After performing that jump kick, she landed perfectly on her feet and struck a pose.

"Woo, I honestly don't want this to stop." She remarked.

All of a sudden, she felt the cold barrel of a rifle to the back of her head. "Well, I'm afraid that you're going to have to."

Catwoman sighed in defeat, knowing that this was going to take forever. That was until she noticed a familiar silhouette, gliding outside the barred window. She smiled just as Cobblepot arrived.

"Well, well, well…" The Penguin grinned. "Looks like this little pursuit had unfortunately arrived towards an early conclusion."

"Well, it's not always the end." Catwoman said before the tip of a blade was placed on her stomach. She saw that the Penguin had a dagger pressed there. "Or perhaps…"

"If you dare hightail it from this very venue, I shall perforate your skin. And in turn, your departure from life would inexorable." The Penguin said.

"Huh?" The big goon asked.

The Penguin looked annoyed. "Another word for inevitable. Honestly, this is why you're a just a frenzied beast working for me. If you mugged up on a few topics as opposed to wallets, you might have had an illustrious intelligence quotient. That's why I studied English literature at Cambridge."

"Your thesaurus says otherwise." Catwoman's retort caused Penguin to slice a bit of her costume on the abdominal region. She gave a mocking groan. "Oh, Ozzie, no need to get umbrageous over it."

The Penguin began to get annoyed. "Oh, now you're starting to idle my patience. Did you think I'd let you evade me with my possessions in your hands?"

"Yeah." Catwoman replied bluntly.

The Penguin laughed. "Don't make me bust a gut. What makes you think you will make your ostentatious escape?"

"Shoot her and find out."

The sudden voice caused Penguin and his last standing goon to flinch in terror. The goon holding Catwoman turned around to see Batman standing behind the railing that lead to the dance floor, looking as intimidating as ever.

Penguin moved to a position to look at Batman and began to panic. "Oh….Oh…Bo….Shoot her! He's tempting you!"

The goon pulled the trigger, but instead of bullets, he heard a click sound. A sound to emphasise his empty chamber.

Batman grinned and tapped on a Disruptor gun attached to his belt. Then, he tossed a batarang to the tall goon's head, knocking him to the floor, unconscious.

"Thank you." Catwoman said.

Penguin was about to run away from Batman and Catwoman, but instead, bumped into someone far more worse than Batman and Catwoman combined. Superman.

Penguin dropped his dagger while Superman just hovered in place with his arms folded. "Evening Mr Cobblepot." Superman said. "Superman, I'm pretty sure you read the papers."

Superman picked up Penguin by his collar, causing the little man to panic. Then, Superman hung him by the back collar on a nearby tiny chandelier, suspending him off the ground.

"Why don't you stay and hang around for a while?" Superman suggested.

Catwoman herself looked surprised by Superman's appearance and grinned. "Superman? Well, this is very surprising."

Superman narrowed his eyes at Catwoman. "Of course I am. Now, I believe you acquired property from Oswald Cobblepot?"

Catwoman approached Superman seductively, causing Superman some discomfort and his cheeks to blemish. "What makes you think that? Is it instincts?"

"Uh…Well…I…I….I hope you're not uncomfortable…"

"The leather, I feel adds to the look." She pressed her hands on Superman's chest, causing his eyes to go wide. "Mmmm, what is that material?"

"Uh….Batman?" Instead of helping, Batman was looking on in what could only be described as amusement.

"Hush, hush." She looked back towards Batman and exhaled. "This changes nothing between us."

"I'm well aware." Batman said. "Superman, what has Selina stole?"

Superman removed himself from Catwoman and began to walk backwards while looking at her. Catwoman on the other hand, turned to Batman.

"Oh dear, do we need to do this? What makes you think I'm stealing from Ozzie again?" Catwoman asked. "Could it be that I, like you, enjoy going out after hours?"

"She has an expensive necklace, a box filled with pearls, a red diamond and…A thesaurus?" Superman seemed baffled.

"That's my property!" Penguin cried in anger. "All that belongs to…" Superman stopped him from speaking by grabbing the chandelier and with a tiny bit of his strength, span the chandelier with the stout man still hanging on. "…Stop…Stop…"

Catwoman sighed. "You peaked. This is embarrassing. I wasn't even wearing any underwear."

Superman looked uncomfortable. "Yeah…I know."

"Selina…" Batman just narrowed his eyes at her.

Catwoman, though reluctant, gave in. "Fine. No peaking, boys." She looked at Superman with a grin. "Or…Maybe you can."

Superman just gave an uncomfortable stare before turning around to face the wall. Whereas Superman did it, Batman was busy staring at Catwoman.

"Wanting to catch a peek?" Catwoman asked flirtatiously.

"Just making sure you don't escape." Batman replied.

Catwoman sighed. "Always the boring responses from you. Nothing fun from you whatsoever."

While Superman kept his back turned, Catwoman's zipper was heard and the contents of her one piece suit were being emptied on a nearby mantle piece which included a thesaurus.

Catwoman had finished emptying her suit of items and zipped her costume back up. "Alright, Superman, you can turn around."

Superman turned around. "Alright, thanks. But I will find out if you've kept anymore items."

"Yeah, yeah, X ray vision." Catwoman said.

"We need to leave." Batman declared. "We have things to discuss."

Batman summoned his grappling gun and aimed it at the open skylight, flying out. Superman soon followed by flying out the same open skylight.

Catwoman just sighed. "You know, I can't fly. Additionally, I don't have a grappling hook. All I have is a whip and some claws. Boys and their toys." Catwoman began to perform some parkour skills that lead to her climbing out of the skylight.

But she of course, left the Penguin behind. "Hey! Hey! Is someone going to unfetter me?! Don't leave me suspending off the floor! Get your despicable keister's back here!"

Up on the roof of the Iceberg Lounge, Catwoman was stretching her hands high while Batman and Superman watched on with a serious deadpan stare.

"So, what's this?" Catwoman asked. "Is this some partnership?"

"Temporary." Batman replied.

"I was about to ask if this was a double date, but I don't see a Superwoman anywhere." Catwoman remarked.

"She's thankfully elsewhere." Superman mumbled to himself, grateful that Lois is elsewhere and not here.

"Selina, we need information." Batman explained. "It's about Bane."

"What can I say?" Catwoman asked. "He attacked Bruce Wayne's party and kidnapped the DA, Oliver Queen and that Olsen guy. Honestly, if I was Bane I would have kidnapped Bruce Wayne."

"He has been prone to be difficult." Superman said, leading Batman to narrow his eyes at the alien.

"Anyway, I think it's some sort of rues." Catwoman explained. "Rumour has it that Bane just wants to fight Superman."

Superman looked alarmed. "Why me?" He was in disbelief since this could mean, he was solely the reason why Jimmy was captured. To get to him.

"Well, at least we know why he's after you." Batman remarked.

"Why does he wanna fight me?" Superman asked. "I've never met him."

"Superiority complex." Catwoman explained. "Some…Hidden insecurity most likely. Ya know, typical alpha male behaviour."

"What of his location?" Batman asked.

"I don't know." She replied. "I know nothing about that. But one person I know is Leslie Willis. She's currently a neighbour of mine just a floor above my apartment. I think she might have come back, who knows? The electricity is going crazy. Well, that's all about everything I have so I wish you the best of-" She turned around to face the two but Superman was the only one standing.

He looked around and groaned in annoyance. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Catwoman chuckled. "You get used to it." She perched the edge of the rooftop. "Oh, and I hope I see you and your skintight costumes soon."

Superman coughed. "Sorry, I don't think it would work out between us."

Catwoman chortled. "In a relationship already? I won't pry on who she is, but I envy her." As she walked away Superman looked worried. Did she figure it out?

But before he could ask her, she jumped off the ledge and used her whip to swing off of a streetlight before landing on her feet on the ground like a cat.

Superman wanted to make chase to her to find out what she knew, but he had to find Jimmy and stop Bane so he took off to find Batman. Again.