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     ⳠâTHE THOUGHT OF avoiding the Bat completely had crossed her mind more than a few times. Out of the two of them, it would have been safe to assume that Bruce was more attuned to dramatics than Selina but that was not necessarily true. Selina Kyle, the socialite, was poised and well tempered but Catwoman â she was UNPREDICTABLE.  Action came first and rationality second. It was this lapse in judgment that frequently got her into trouble but it would be difficult to consider herself a world-class thief if she never caused any waves. And boy did she know how to make a wave or two.
     In all honestly, she could have carried out a larger scale robbery to draw him into her supposed trap but there was a certain intimacy to the familiarity of this particular scenario. It was reminiscent of simpler times when they were younger, less hard. They were no longer those people anymore, they couldnât afford to be. âAnd miss out on your heroic return? Iâd never dream of it.â The sarcasm in her voice was hardly lighthearted but intentional nonetheless.
     âYou know telling me the consequences never stopped me from doing something, right?â His pseudo warnings could not prolong the inevitable no matter how sincere his pleas may be. Had it been anyone else who caught her in the act she would have cut and run already but this was no typical standoff. To put it simply, it was PERSONAL. There was a part of her that knew good and well the circumstances for his disappearance had been out of his hands. Still, that fact alone did little to ease her anger though it was aimed at the wrong person entirely.
     Despite every protest, The Catwoman eventually filled the bag righting herself in preparation for what was to come next. âOh, no that would be TOO easy.â Backing away from him bitter smile turned mischievous. âIf you wanna talk youâre gonna have to catch me first, pretty boy.â Backward she fell out of the hole she cut in the glass window upon entering. For a moment she was freefalling but like all felines, she eventually found her footing. The fall to the rooftop below was short but it put a good amount of distance between her and the hero who was sure to pursue her.
The sarcasm in her tone wasnât necessarily appreciated. He didnât want to assume that she missed him and, really, it wasnât as though it was his fault. But he supposed it would be more prudent to take it out on him rather than yelling to the Heavens, hoping that they heard it. His jaw tightened as he watched her stuff the bag full with the remainder of the things in the safe and stood.
âMaybe Iâd hoped that our time together before I got taken away had managed to change you. Even a little bit.â It was what he wanted to say but, of course, he didnât have the chance. Nor did he want to make things worse than they already were. She was already at the hole in the window. Chest expanded for just a moment in a slow inhale...followed by a heavy exhale, eyes never leaving the woman even as she brushed past him. âCat--â And she was gone.
He was paying for something that wasnât his fault. It sounded about right with how things went for him. There was no point in brooding on such points, of course. Heâd just have to catch her...and then they could do talk about what happened. About why she was stealing again. His fingers tightened into fists before relaxing once again and he moved briskly toward the window, catching the sides of his cape in his hands.
With one fluid motion, he was out of the window, following her path through the air and gliding. He landed not far behind her, gracefully falling into a run the moment his feet touched the ground. His boots were almost soundless when they touched but that changed the moment he broke into a sprint after her. He wouldnât let her get away.
There was no running from this.















