Cat & Bird [Tim]

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Selina had finished a successful heist, the family’s jewels in the pouch strapped around her hip. She was hoping to sell most of it, but there was a particular item she wanted to give to Holly. It had been the reason she had targeted the particular pent house in the first place. She landed silently on the rooftop, catching sight of a small boy in red. It was one of Batman’s little boys. She couldn’t deny the slight disappointment in it not being Batman herself.

She had met this Robin once before, he was new to the Bat Family entourage, yet strangely he was more pleasant than the rest of them. There were far too many flying rodents in her home. Some of them needed to have their wings clipped permanently.

“Hello, little birdie,” she said, as she jumped onto the edge of the building, balancing herself perfectly. “What has brought you out to play tonight? Or has Batman finally decided to retire? His cholesterol seems to have only risen in the years.”

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    Tim stood on the edge of the building, examining the city below him. The city lights reflected off of his shiny red and black suit. He crossed his arms and took a deep breath of the muggy air. Things had been so different since Bruce left to "Find himself". Bruce just up and leaving Gotham and leaving all responsibility to him, Dick, Jason, and Barbara just didn't seem like him. Obviously the four were capable, but it just didn't seem like something Bruce would do. Maybe it was a good thing he left to figure things out. Tim sighed. He just didn't know.

    Tim flipped around and stood in a fighting stance as someone spoke behind him. He was ready to attack if he had to, but this wasn't ideal conditions for fighting.

“Hello, little birdie,”

    Tim sized up the person in front of him, and dropped his stance as he recognized her. Catwoman. The grown woman in front of him was wearing a black leather mask, with cat ears, and goggles. She was wearing a skin tight black leather skin suit with a zipper of the front. On the nails of her leather gloves were sharp claws. Strapped to one of her curvaceous hips was a medium sized bag.

"Selina." Tim said coldly.

“What has brought you out to play tonight? Or has Batman finally decided to retire? His cholesterol seems to have only risen in the years.”

"Patrol. I do it every night. As for Batman... He's just... Taking a break..." Tim said inconfidently. Tim stopped crossing his arms, let out a big sigh and ran one of his gloved hands through his black hair. He examined Selina a little bit more, and noticed the bag on her hip. He recrossed his arms and scowled.

"What have you got there?"