#getclawed

He’d been looking for her.

It was hard to track her down when he wanted to find her. No. Needed to find her. He knew that she wasn’t at the manor anymore. No doubt she was up to her old ways. With his limited resources, it was difficult...but she didn’t have anywhere to run. Not really. This city was full of all kinds of nooks and crannies, naturally, but she couldn’t leave the city. Not like she could leave Gotham.

A voice rang in his ear, [ALARM] flashing in his HUD. He dismissed it with a flick of his eyes, listening to the voice from the police communications. Break-in at a big name jewelry store. One he hadn’t bought in order to keep her from stealing. Lucky for him...it was close by. It wasn’t like her to trip an alarm. It meant one of multiple things. She was getting sloppy, she somehow knew he was back in town already, or...she just didn’t care anymore.

None of these were good news for him.

He swept in like the shadow of a bird, landing soundlessly as he saw her working her magic on a safe behind the counter. A safe that likely contained tens of thousands of dollars and no small amount of very expensive jewelry.

           “Now, now.” The cowboy raises up his hands in front of him, shooing away  the group of men, that seemed to surround themselves around the woman. Alcohol drenched their clothing, every word they spoke gave you a whiff of what they had. “It’s clear that she don’t want anything to do with you, fellas. So I reckon you sit back down inside this here bar before someone gets hurt.” Not saying the woman couldn’t hold her own, Mccree just couldn’t stand things like this. Only if he had Peacekeeper he could’ve scared them off, but sadly all he had was a bbgun and a mechanical fist. “I hear she’s a real fighter.” 

Welcome to pepperminty Isola Radiale, Catwoman!

You will be housed in CONDO 443.

You will retain your Feline Empathy to gain the affection and understanding of House Cats.

You will be given a pair of Kitty Cat Mittens with plastic knives taped to the fingertips.

Enjoy your residency!

 oh me-ow! hey, you should talk to anne takamaki sometime, i bet you and her would be feline some deja vu!

 until then, enjoy yourself in the luxurious gâteau château room #507! don’t worry - everything you see on the way up is already in your room, too, so there’s no need to get those sticky fingers to work (yet)!

@getclawed

It had been a long time coming. A month or so after getting his apartment, after putting away the cowl, and he was ready to allow people in. He may not have been out and about as Batman, but he also hadn’t been sitting around, drinking martinis. He’d been making sure the defenses of his home were set fairly well. Back home, he had defenses but never anything quite to this extent. Security cameras were outside, some in the main rooms of the house. Mostly the dining area and focused upon the entrance of the mansion.

He’d managed to convince Selina to come stay with him. It was safe here. And most people at the various establishments that he owned already assumed they were either married or dating. Not that either of them would admit to such. As much as Bruce would love to come out and tell everyone that he and Selina were an item, he knew she didn’t like slapping titles like that onto them. He had no desire to drive her away with those kinds of words. Especially when they’d become so close recently.

A knock on the door garnered his attention and he moved briskly to answer it, opening the large oak door that was reinforced with steel between the nice looking wooden panels on either side. When he had the security system set, it would require a thumbprint to get in or out but, at this moment, he had nothing to worry about. He really only set it at night. When strange things were happening, he’d be sure to set it again.

The sight of the woman on the other side of the door brought a smile to his face which... faltered for just a moment when he saw the collection of bags at her feet.

“I...hope you at least tipped the driver.”

There was one person that he didn’t expect to meet in the city, and that Selina Kyle, famous cat burglar and Bruce’s flame. Not that they had many run ins, he was sure that the other Robins were more fortunate than him and actually GOT to meet him. Then again, he was the family’s black sheep, if he could even call that a family, that is.

She was alone; he did wonder if Bruce was somewhere nearby, eyes squinting under the red helmet of his. Surprising her was out of the question, he had seen her working and moving, truly having earned her name, where his heavy boots did make his presence wildly known. With heavy steps, he made his way towards her, not appearing armed at all, a casual “friendly” conversation in mind.