The Great Detective of Gotham City, The Dark Knight, Batman was doing his casual rounds around the city, now perched across the jewel bank-the one funded by the Wayne family personally-resting after handing over a very wounded gang of The Ventriloquist's men over to the cops.

"Well, they are no more red flags that the police can't handle themselves, now." The voice of Alfred Pennyworth came through the earpiece hidden in the cowl. "You know, actually do what they are paid for. And more than half of their salary indirectly comes from you, Master Bruce. So basically, you pay them for the work you're doing. "

"Just as long as they don't figure out who's wh-" Batman said back to his butler, but his reply was cut short as the tumbling shadow on the opposite roof caught his attention. "Maybe just one more before I call it a night."

The thief gracefully moved across the roof, with what no doubt was a bag full of stolen goods from the building below. The Batman smirked to himself that the thief thought themself clever, before he glided down to pay a visit to the scrounger.

He gently and silently landed on the new roof and was about to push himself up to tower behind the criminal-

"So, you're the famous detective!'' The Dark Knight stands there, clenching in his shock to be discovered, and standing before him, a girl in a black jumpsuit with something in the silhouette of cat ears.

"And you are?" Batman growl-whispered at her.

"That's humiliating. For you and me both," she chuckles.

"I fail to see how."

"Well, you're the "Great Detective", and you 'failed' to detect that standing before you is the most sought after cat burglar on the continent."

The Batman was using all his will to suppress the smirk irking to reveal itself as he stood listening to the girl talking to him with a tone, not many gang-men had dared to use, and that she told him what she truly was.

"The word you're looking for is wanted," he strained to use his deep voice.

The girl continued to surprise him, this time, by clicking her tongue before she spoke "I'd be wanted, if they had papers against me."

"That's not how it works."

"You're one to talk. You make your own rules. In all honesty, they don't even know what The Catwoman looks like."

"I do make my own rules, which, in a normal person's world would just be the written laws, actually being upheld, unlike majority of the police population in this city. I can slam you into a cell right now, and I wouldn't need papers"

The Catwoman puurrrrrss. "Oh darlin', you can slam me against a cell. But, in the definition you're using," the cat burglar steps closer to the detective and tiptoes up to look him in the eyes, "if I looked you in the EYE and told you I stole ANYTHING, you still won't take me. Unfortunately, for you and me both." Puuuurrrrss.

Batman was readying a reply when radio static bursts through his earpiece, sharply diverting his attention to the squad car speeding below on its way to the docks, calling for backup. Behind him, Catwoman blew her lover a kiss before vanishing into the night with her bag full of shiny new kittens. Batman sensed himself alone on the roof, so that's what it feels like he thought to himself before realizing his communication system went both ways.