Curious Findings [Catwoman]

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Even an exceptionally highly skilled and talented thief like herself, (a masterful thief who could make breaking into and disabling any top-notch security system not only look more simplistic than a child's game of Ring-Around-the-Rosies, but manage to look just as artistically beautiful as a Cirque du Soleil performance) Catwoman still couldn't move fast enough to prevent a hazy, blurred visual of herself showing up on the underground security surveillance video feed. In a split second of a second, her image had been caught - but just as fast as it took the security camera to spy her form, it was immediately disabled just as fast. The alarm system rigged throughout the entire building's facility and its set parameters both around it and below it, hadn't been triggered effectively enough to go off.

The fleeting dark image of Catwoman's form crossing the visual of the security camera had been so quick and so vague, the security system wrote off the blurred image as a passing shadow. Not to mention, Catwoman managed to instantly disable the electronic surveillance in less than half a second later... Her main goal of breaking into the main base of operations for the company Gotham Secured, Inc. (one of Gotham's most predominantly used and widely trusted companies handling the set-up and surveillance of security systems for both residential and professional locations) was still achievable, despite the minor set-back of being briefly detected on the surveillance feed while navigating her way through the subterranean abandoned railway tunnels just beneath the facility.

Just because the alarm system hadn't been alerted of her presence in the cold, dank, dark underground tunnel, didn't mean the same fell true of the patrol guard who stood shift at the underground facility's hidden entry way. The guard hadn't been alerted by the video feed, instead it was his boss who buzzed him into attention through the tiny hidden ear piece he wore.

"Someone's down there! Go check it out!"

The patrol guard readied his gun and immediately stepped forth, following orders - looking for anything that didn't belong.


The cold, hard 'THUD' made by the now rendered unconscious patrol guard somehow managed to be more of an attention grabber than anything else in the dilapidated archaic railway tunnel had thus far. Using the same finesse and swift agility she possessed to dismantle the surveillance cameras, she just as easily took down and out the lone patrol guard. Of course, the moment he lost consciousness, the silent alert of his discretely disguised bio-feed device went off - informing whoever sat at the helm of all surveillance video feeds (both from security cameras and patrol guards equipped bio-feeds) that one of their patrol men had just suddenly been taken down.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Anger motivated quite a bit. So while she had done the groundwork to set up a new heist, it was more of a reconnaissance mission. And if Bruce was going to treat her like this, then she was going to suss out just where his loyalties lied, and hit them directly. Not that his loyalties had anything to do with her. His Black and white morals, both in and out of the suit, were clear as day to her.

So even as she slinked in the dark, her much loathed but necessary goggles providing an illuminating vision to her blinded possible counterparts, she had to pause slightly, a mere nano-second to keep herself in check. She could not let her emotions run high, or cloud her vision for the evening.

Her black uniform would catch the camera, but her specific, timed movements would cause nothing but a blurr-a trick of the eye to be seen. And as Bruce was using an older model camera, it was mere seconds before the equipment was dismantled neatly, and tucked away into the back at her hip. A bit of research for later. It may be considered un-ethical, as she could use the tech for later upgrades, and to learn of what exactly Wayne Enterprises was working with. Not that it mattered. She was a consultant, and usually referred the hardware to Wayne Enterprises. Part of her little 'sub-contracting' with Bruce. If she could do the legwork, he would get the access. And then more of a widespread view to places he would not normally be able to obtain access to.

Continuing down the damp passage, she wasn't exactly expecting physical security, and still the buzz of a walkie-talkie alerted her, even before the man spoke. The metallic shkk and rustle of steel against fabric told her he had pulled a gun. Why did they think a firearm was the best defense in such a tight location? Did they not understand she wasn't going to engage anyone if she didn't have to? She didn't get off like most of the other 'masks' in the fighting. Her aim was to get in, get out, get gone, and with the least interpersonal contact as possible.

So as she turned toward the sound, it was easy enough to let out her claws; slowly, and silently, and dispatch the man with not only a well placed leg-sweep to knock him down roughly to the floor, but a swift twist of his arm that elicit a moan, before his eyes shut. Quick. Easy. And with an economy of effort that caused her to smirk. Plucked between two claws, she was able to attach the communication device to her own belt, just to keep tabs on how poorly they were tracking her.

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A near silent, metallic shifting sound could suddenly be heard from somewhere ahead and high above Catwoman. A hidden panel located just above the facility's underground entry way slid open to release a single drone, hovering in silence within the dark tunnel. An infrared search light beamed out from the small, silvery airborne device - the drone now began to scan the tunnel way with meticulous precision, sifting ever closer to Catwoman with each sweep. ... In the faint sweeping infrared light beam, (a beam of light Catwoman was sure to see when wearing her high-tech goggles) the dull glow seemed to catch briefly on something in a side nook of the tunnel's cavern wall.

Almost as if illuminating a shadow that shifted to appear then disappear in the blink of an eye... Insinuating that something more was possibly there against that dark side wall. And whatever it was (if it even was) clearly seemed to have immunity from the drone's catch-all light sweep.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Heading off down one tunnel was her main goal. But as soon as another eerie metallic sound alerted her, she stopped, frozen in place, her breath quieted, as she heard nothing from the radio. She had left the man breathing, but still...if this wasn't WayneTech security, who's was it? Turning 180 degrees, agonizingly slow, she swept her gaze along the passageway as she did, trying not to miss anything.

If something else had been deported, she was going to make sure it wasn't headed her way. And as she glanced up, the silver object caused her to swiftly curse the entire situation, silently, yet profusely in her mind. What the hell was he doing with drones? Did he not read the paper? Did he not realize how quickly this could get out into the papers, and worse, the news if found out? Ironically, gaining access to even exploit that sort of information would be tricky.

Tucking herself into the small nook she had found, even her black-on-black ensemble would only hold for so long against that...machine and it's sweeping light. Slipping fingers into one of the numerous pockets on her own utility belt, she withdrew several marble sized objects, as she lowered her body to the ground enough that she would be able to roll them down the same route she came.

With slight tinking sounds as they fell, the spheres rolled, almost if gaining momentum. They were a little toy she had acquired, that would hopefully draw the attention of the drone, with it's own heat being given off, before they would flashbang, emitting a three foot controlled EMP blast. Not enough to ruin all the electronics, but enough to disable in the surrounding vicinity.

Flicking those wide green eyes up away from her toys, she had almost missed the illuminated...was it a door? Hidden in the dark, recessed maybe? As the mechanized flying UFO turned to follow the marbles, as she darted across the chamber, claws once more deployed to touch around the oddity in the wall.

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Hovering just a mere few feet away from where Catwoman crouched in hiding, the soft whirring hum of the drone’s presence steadily narrowed the gap between thief and machine. Its laser point beaming that inescapable infrared search light, scanning over every crevice, nook, and cranny within its path – seeing everything, missing nothing. Darting out from its hiding place within the shadows, a sudden movement flickered before the drone’s search light beam and instantly caught its attention. Changing its demeanor from methodically even paced to instantly alert and stealthy speed, the high-tech patrol machine took off like a gunshot chasing after the unidentified movement down the long, dark tunnel corridor. Its laser light search beam scanning wildly to catch a glimpse, no matter how fleeting, of whatever/whoever it was scurrying quickly away from the drone.

Catwoman’s little trick worked like a charm – for the time being, that is. Then again, time wasn’t a luxury she had at the moment – for she barely had time to catch her breath when she suddenly took notice of the oddly angled rocky structure of the tunnel cavern’s wall beside her. Sure, everything looked normal (as normal as an abandoned underground railroad could look, that is…) But, with her trained eye for extreme detail she was able to notice a crevice panel hidden within the rock lining of the wall. As she ran her delicate, gloved fingers over the panel’s outline, to her bemused surprise the panel silently shifted aside and presented before her a secret cavern tunnel passageway – one that deviated from the main tunnel she was now standing in. Just as to how deep and where this new, secret tunnel led to was anyone’s guess…

But given the fact that the drone, having wizened up to the silvery ball gadget decoys it was chasing, now spun itself around and headed back towards where the small balls were thrown from. Accompanying the diligent hovering drone now, were two new patrol guards making their way onto the scene. Catwoman was now faced with two options:

A.) Take her chances with the heavily armed and well stocked security team?

Or…

B.) Take her chances entering into the unknown, secretive, eerily disguised on purpose by someone’s altering, cavern tunnel?

Decisions, decisions.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Selina was not dumb. Nor was Catwoman. As per her standard MO, she chose option B, glove covered fingertips and claws searching for some sort of keypad, a lock, just something she could crack, break, or fuss with to open the door. And within seconds, she heard a faint metallic noise, and the door slid near silently into the wall, to her disbelief.

Thankfully she had on her goggles, as the tunnel-or what she at least thought was a tunnel, was not lit in any way. The door closed behind her, sealing off whatever noise there may have been from the drone, and the marbles.

Feeling her way, stretching to see how much room she had to work with, she was able to asertain there was not much space above, or to each side. It wasn't wet, but the roughly hewn passageway was dank, and her feet did cross tricking water here and there. But still she soldiered on, curious, and glad to not have been caught by whomever was running security in an oddly, supposed to be 'vacant'area. The vast amount of electronics and human bodies (which had not been many, still), were more than she had even prepared for.

So continue down the dank, dark, passage she went, her mind flitting to each and every possibility, as well as how she hated to leave tracks when there was water. Thankfully her boots were decently nondescript, and she was keenly aware of who Gotham's best detective was at this time...

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Blind luck? Keen finesse? Ass-kissing pointage? Nah. Both, collectively, together as one – Catwoman/Selina had managed to stumble upon an extremely coveted secret hiding within the grimiest shadows of Gotham by sheer talent and skill. The further down the world’s most renowned thief made her way deeper into the tunnel, the more familiar certain signature touches to the craftsmanship of the passageway became. About a mile into the narrow, cold, dark void she would start to finally notice signs of electrical wiring – digitally paper-thin wall screen covers… And unimaginable technology that was specifically designed to confuse her, throw her off track, or deter her from reaching where such a heavily guarded tunnel led up towards. Most (if not all) would be fooled or discouraged at some point during the trek, if they happened to even find the entrance way to such a tunnel to begin with. But not her. Never her. Funny… She always had a way of breaking into the most fiercely guarded of his most precious secrets. Secret tunnel passage ways. Secret identities. Secret feelings of the heart…

After a good 40 minutes or so of non-stop blind wandering down that seemingly endless, cold, damp secret tunnel (sporadic cameos of high-tech devise and fixtures fused along the rocky wall linings here and there) she would finally come to the end of the proverbial road. The tunnel stopped abruptly with a large boulder-like rock wall blocking any further passage. Yet, cleverly lined within the rock wall was a security control device that appeared to require a retina scan or pin entry in order to access panel – presumably to unlock the boulder door before her. Everything about the tech and location would now scream ‘BATMAN’ – deafeningly so, to her. Moments of time was all it took the notorious thief to crack the security of the panel, moments in time to her – endless timed moments to others… Catwoman had managed to prove her title and show off her unmatched skill…

She cracked the security and gained entrance to what lay beyond the enormous, immoveable boulder-blocking doorway; all done with a near silent ‘swish’ as the giant rock slowly moved aside to give her passage. And once she entered? She would suddenly find herself in an enormous underground cavern rigged to the gills with all sorts of tech and machinery. One crevice ledge held a small assortment of sleek, black vehicles each equipped for either traveling by land, sea, or air. Another crevice ledge sported a well-stocked medical station complete with gurney beds and first aid kits galore. Yet another crevice ledge housed a queen’s ransom worth of computer operating systems displaying multiple screens and keyboards for apparently multiple reasons of use.

And then of course, sectioned furthest away from her as she stood in the entryway of the newly discovered cavern, was a crevice ledge that was dimly lit showcasing a vast array of uniforms. Highly specific and incredibly unique uniforms – all being uniforms of none other than the batsuit. Low and behold, Catwoman had just discovered a makeshift/back-up/satellite cave belonging to the Batman. And no one around to give her a tour…

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

The blind, cramped wandering was enough to have her swearing wordlessly in her mind. But when the circutry, the wires, the -tech- started to show, she knew this was more than just a random encounter. Somehow, she had honest-to-goodness stumbled up....really, was it what she was seeing, really here? Blinking several times with the goggles on, she was shocked that no silent alarm had been tripped. Or if it had, no one was here, yet.

Then again, who would be patrolling this sort of cache of weapons, machinery, vehicles and more? The asinine patrol up top. That inadvertantly weren't truly aware of what they were guarding, hidden in that dingy passageway.

Wandering more around the area, she finally settled for sitting in a rather comfortable chair, considering the surroundings-before the computers. Some were humming away, or ticking small dots across the screen, almsot as if it were a heart monitor of information, and not a beating heart. Finally blinking, still in awe of what she had stumbled upon, her finger ticked against her goggles, before she slipped them off her eyes to take in the scenery before her, with her own eyes.

Kicking her feet up, she took a breath, thankful to be breathing still dank, but more open air. She wasn't claustrophobic-she couldn't do what she did as well as she did if she was-but she was thankful to sit, kick her feet up, and think about what just this entailed.

And why he had this here. There was no reason why he would access it via the same route she had taken. Unless he had a more direct avenue to approach it? Unless there was more than one entrance to get in, or out. And knowing Bruce, well, Batman, there was always more than the eye could catch. He had not one plan, but a backup, and a back-up, to the backup. While most of the equiptment was not branded WayneTech, she could tell by her experience that it was unreleased, more advanced specs of what he used publically.

...and of course, the Batman themed gear entirely gave it away.

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“Wasn’t expecting company at this time of night.” The masculine voice clearly, confidently spoken – with a tad bit of valor to boot.

Definitely NOT Batman’s voice. And definitely NOT Bruce’s voice, either. Suddenly, all the glitz and glamor the satellite batcave’s machinery and gadgetry provided seemed to fall utterly to the wayside in comparison to what Catwoman discovered next. Before she could muster back a retort, before she could even bat an eye, a smeared blue blur moved in a flash only to come to an incredibly precise stop directly before her as she sat idle at the helm of the computer desk console. Catwoman now found herself face-to-face with none other than the Man of Steel himself – Superman.

Clad in his own uniquely designed suit of form fitting blue, red, and faint yellow markings (including that iconic billowing deep red cape) stood the Kryptonian in all his 6’3” 235lbs. muscled glory. Clean cut, jet black hair combed back with pristine style atop his chiseled, clean shaven face. Razor sharp sky blue eyes scanned up and down Catwoman’s form with astute, eerie precision. Of ALL people to ever find inside of a batcave (that is, if one were to ever FIND a batcave – let alone a satellite one) Superman was the host of the moment, and with his body language displaying powerful, well-sculpted, muscled arms that were folded in a “no-nonsense” manner across his broad chest – blocking view from that trademark “S” insignia he sported ever so valiantly, it was clear that his patience for Catwoman’s accidental intrusion would only last for so long.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?”

Right down to business. Hey, he had to be – considering he was “housesitting” for the Dark Knight… So-to-speak…

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Was she supposed to respond? Of course she knew who he was. But for him to be in her city, and be unaware of who she was? Was he really questioning her? And if he knew where Bruc-No, Batman's satellite cave was, of course he had to know who was behind the mask. And at the very least? He'd be aware of who she was.

It was pretty insulting.

Actually, very insulting.

So instead of saying a damn word, she let those heavily lined eyes take in the man before her. He was tall, had to be at least as tall as Bruce. But he was built differently. And had more color to his costume. But those eyes. And she was keen on a man with a dark, lush head of hair. And Superman certainly fit the bill. But to see Metropolis' savior here, in such a dank, dark cave. Was it a favor called in? Was Bruce really gone, considering she hadn't even had an encounter with Batman in over a month?

She was livid. But she still didn't say a word as her eyes gazed upon Superman, taking in each ripple of clearly defined muscle in his rather fitted 'uniform.' It was fitting to the bright, forward thinking city he belonged to, and was more than a tad gaudy in Gotham.

Well, if he were to be seen. But here, babysitting a cave? This had to be a joke. Were they really best buds? Bruce and ...who knew what other tall, dark, and built man he might hang out with outside of 'work?' She really had no idea.

Finally, with a shift of one ankle, over the other, still atop the the console, she slipped her goggles over her eyes once more, as if -she- couldn't quite believe who she was seeing before her eyes. Another quick tap of her claw-, yes, claw, not finger, and she was able to grab a few images, thankfully being uploaded as she inhaled.

"Considering where you are, it's a dirty shame you aren't aware of who I am. Your boss didn't inform you he might have visitors?" Always cheeky, the lines were delivered with a coy smile, those thick lashes batting once, then twice at the man. Well, if she couldn't have her Dark Knight, the boyscout of Metropolis would have to do for the night's entertainment.

And she wasn't going to give away an inch. 

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A dark, finely sculpted brow arched in response to the renowned thief’s reply. One thing was for sure to this Kryptonian – the woman had moxy. He truly had to appreciate that kind of spark in a woman – especially when that spark would ignite in his presence, rather than extinguish. He got it. He could be rather intimidating to most folks. He was an alien – last of his kind – from a faraway world long lost to total destruction as a result of the chosen actions made by his people. Being the last Kryptonian who narrowly escaped a fate of extinction and managed to find salvation by cultivating a life on this planet, Earth, he was more than acutely aware and sensitive to his immeasurable differences to that of all humanity. The Earth’s yellow sun being so much younger than the sun of Krypton was the key to enabling the powers he harnessed on Earth…

Truly, there was no equivalent rival to him comparing abilities – strength, endurance, speed, skills… All of Gotham’s sister city (as in the good, wholesome sister) Metropolis praised him as a saint, a savior, a true hero by every definition. All of the world seeing him as an icon of justice and righteousness… Some even going as far as to call him a god.

And yet? At the end of the day? He was still just plain old Clark Kent, a Kansas country boy who loved chicken fried steak and playing baseball. Superman was who he learned to become because he couldn’t take the insufferable cries of anguish and pain any longer – especially when he knew he could do something good about them. He certainly wasn’t a god by any means, but he certainly did his best to answer the prayers of those in perilous need as best and as fast as he could. He answered to the justice of the people, of America, of doing what was right – such standards he adhered to could kinda’ be considered his “boss”… Sorta’. IF he had to say.

But truly? No one governed the Man of Steel but the Man of Steel himself. Yet? Here this uniquely clad woman in black intrusively sat before him in the heavily equipped underground cave, mocking his presence, toying with his authority.

“My boss? Miss, the only boss I answer to goes by the initials of USA. And, given the fact that I’m clearly not on my own home turf there’s no reason why I should even have any sort of awareness of who or what you are…” Sky blue eyes narrowed slightly as his thick arms tightened in their fold across his chest, leaning in slightly to accent his authoritative posture standing in front of her.

“Unless there’d be some reason for me to have you on my radar. And somehow I think you wouldn’t like that – no one likes being on my radar.”

True enough, he had heard the faintest ‘click’ come from the computer console desk – he heard everything. But? His immediate attention was on this new invader; given that he could see clear as day through the confines of her mask and catch gaze at her secret identity beneath, he could only place a vague assumption of being semi-familiar with who she was in society.

For sure, he knew she was indeed a name in society – a socialite perhaps? But specifics weren’t there, placing her completely would only draw a blank. Given the rest of her attire and what she was sparsely equipped with? He deemed her as no threat, really. But, he also had no issue surmising that she fit the bill for the type of crowd Batman would hang about with… If he even hung out or did crowds for that matter.

“Given the style of your outfit, I take it that sporting the whole “bat-theme” just seemed to overdone these days?”

Sure, he was the Man of Steel – but he certainly didn’t harbor a no-nonsense steely personality (unlike some masked vigilantes…) It was clear that Superman was willing to give the unexpected visitor a chance – so far as she didn’t try anything funny.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Green eyes met pure, pure blue. She'd heard of his reputation, and yet, had barely any time to talk 'shop' with Bruce on who he hung out with. So as he postured, muscles rippling slightly and with ease, he really didn't intimidate her. Hell, she was on a social standing with the Joker, for shit's sake. A rather good looking man with no mask and some rather well fitted spandex was not intimidating. It was almost like a joke-from the outfit, to how he was being so honestly blunt with her.

But he was bluffing, and even she could tell that. Slipping her goggles back to the top of her head, a claw went to tap at her rouged lips. She did lay the makeup on pretty thick for her night outings, but still. There is no reason why Superman, boyscout of the meta-humans, savior to all damsels in distress, would need to be in a dark, occluded cave, just 'chilling.'

As he calmly, almost cheekily gave his response about the good ol' US of A, as his 'boss,' she tsk'ed lightly, sheathing one claw from her hand, then a second, then a third. What dedication to the craft. While she even took on a 'persona' as Catwoman, it was more an extension of who she was, who she is daily, and letting that persona out. Even the cat puns, as horrible as they were at times.

Waving her hand nonchalantly, her wrist carrying her hand in a sassy manner, she motioned to all that surrounded them. "Well, this doesn't seem like it's your paint job, either. And being on your radar can't be all that bad. I've been on worse, you know. At least you're somewhat personable before you start the wrestling, and aren't greeting me with 'That's not yours. Stealing is wrong. You're going to prison' -All that blah blah." She smiled at him, a slow, coy thing that lit up those eyes gleaming.


Claws not retracted on the other hand jokingly plucked at the leather of her suit. "You mean this old thing? You're telling me it doesn't scream that I'm on a team, or a family of flying rodents? Because that's good. I don't do teams, or play nicely with others. I don't really pick one side, or the other if we're really going for clean cut, black and white, pick a side sort of lines. I do what I prefer." And while she didn't bother to move or shift her own relaxed recline in Bruce's chair, she didn't give in to how he was trying to intimidate her by staring down. It was a classic move. Too bad it didn't work on her.

"Why does Bruce have you babysitting his toys in a cave that isn't his home base, hm? Why did he ask you, meta-human from a neighboring city, to sit here, in this dank cavern? Did he predict I'd be here? Did you?" She asked pointedly, almost if she were asking him if he liked the color of her nails.

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Definite pistol. Maybe even fiery enough to give Lois a run for money. It was painstakingly clear that his go-to “the buck stops here” pose was having little to no effect. But? On the other hand, she seemed more likely to carry on a semi-useful and information conversation with him. Words over fists was truly his preferred method of choice to handle heated situations. A rare option to come by given the fact that most he came into contact with always seemed to choose brawn over brain. His posture slackened just a hair, barely noticeable to the untrained eye. Definitely a good sign when it came to how he was preparing to handle her in this given situation. The longer he scanned her profile (both in regular view as well as x-ray vision) the more and more familiar her masked persona started to become.

He had read up about her maybe a year or so ago while investigating a string of high profile robberies in downtown Metropolis. The criminal at the time ended up being some socialite debutant’s niece making a political statement to showcase her beliefs. But before the culprit was found and brought to justice, the Daily Planet had all investigative reporters doing mad amounts of research on high profile criminals specializing in theft and security disabling. And this masked woman who sat before him now in one of Bruce’s many fail safe caves was definitely someone he had come across during his research at the time. Trying to recall specifics about her would be a dubious blur now to him – only that she was aligned with the criminal element to an extent and that she specialized in theft.

“Don’t get me wrong,” His deep, calming tone further proved his tentative caution in trusting that her motives showed no intent to fight or flee from him at this time. “I’m not above giving a lecture to anyone on what’s right and wrong – especially to those who seemed to have forgotten or confused where the lines have been drawn. However, seeing as this specific location is one that only a specific and small handful amount of people know to exist – I’ll spare you the lesson learning for now.”

Upon hearing her explanation of her overall affiliation within the world of black, white, and grey justice, he couldn’t help but allow a small bemused smirk to play upon his lips. She was so EVERYTHING that Bruce – or Batman was not; yet she was so EVERYTHING that Batman – or Bruce was! Bruce being all chummy with a woman who walks along the fence, never truly picking a side to claim her own? That probably drove the poor bastard mad! Clark understood the obsessive compulsive need Bruce had for categorize, labeling, controlling… Everything this woman was not. Admittedly, the man behind the bat was way more twisted than Clark would ever truly wish to believe.

Once he heard her comment about stealing, the name and persona he had long ago researched now finally came to him. Catwoman! That’s who she is! And he didn’t even need to use up one of his lifelines... Lois would have a field day with her if she were here! Just then she managed to suddenly shock the Kryptonian back to his senses. She said -his- name. She knew who wore the mask of the Batman. She knew. The surprised look flashed briefly across his face, his eyes lit electric blue in wake of what she had just said. Clearly this wasn’t a bluff or some sort of ploy – no need to engage this situation as such now.

“Seeing as you happen to know Batman on a first name basis and all, you should know that he doesn’t do housesitting requests. Cave-sitting might be more accurate. As far as him predicting your arrival here? Somehow, I think the guy probably has worked out some sort of any given possible scenario for any given variable situation… Maybe even has those predications alphabetized, available in both PDF and Word format, knowing him.”

Another smirk was given. “But, I doubt he planned on both you and I being here and I definitely doubt that he predicted we’d be meeting up like this.”

His stern posture now softened up, powerful arms fell to his sides, his chiseled chest now predominantly baring his iconic large red and yellow “S”. A single strand of raven hair slipped down into his gaze. The man still looked something akin to a mythological being due to his pristine uniform and clean cut features despite being located within a dark, murky, damp cave. He stuck out like a sore thumb in Gotham.

“Should Batman be expecting a visit from the likes of you, Catwoman?” He now cornered back at her.

“My being here is purely by necessity in the line of duty. I came here to recover from a pretty gnarly altercation I had with someone who decided to skip the lecturing and instead go right into fighting - dirty. Caught me a little off guard… Luckily I happened to catch glimpse of this satellite cave when I did. Perfect reason to chap Batman’s hide over his supposedly “un-crackable” security system.”

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Lectures. What was with the 'good guys' and their wanting to set her straight by yammering at her? Waving a hand dismissively at him as he talked at her, she was quite aware he was doing that thing he did when he was scrutinizing someone. He had probably made her alter ego already, considering she'd outed Bruce so effortlessly. But it wasn't the name dropping that got her what she wanted to confirm, it was the reaction.

And for a lesser being than her, they would never have caught it. This man was good, despite the fact he was -more- than a man. The slight expression gave it all away for her, and she would know, being more of a professional liar than most. She lived on the deceptions, well, at least at one point in her life. Now, as she reclined in the seat, nonchalant, her mildly damp boots dripping on Bruce's lovely desk, or at least what could pass as a lovely desk in a goddamn cave, she shrugged. It was the same blase response that had gotten her in trouble more than once in high school, and at times, even in college.

While he was all too sweet and kind to give her a lecture now, she declined to respond to that, instead feigning interest in the claws on her hands as a woman would when admiring her fingertips. Did she care? Yes. Did she care that she needed to show she gave a shit? No. As the boyscout continued on, seemingly pushed onward to babble about Bruce, and Batman by her silence, she finally, finally gazed up at him.

"That sounds about right. Cold, detached. Probably asked a favor, or grunted at you to cave-sit. No friendly I 'owe you one.' sort of Quid pro quo going on. And for once, you seem to be correct. I was on a different errand tonight, and sadly, Batman doesn't hide all his toys that well."

Quirking a brow as she concluded her little statement, and watching as Superman shifted, she finally let her boots fall to the floor, as she shifted in the seat of power. As much as she hated to admit it, and steeled her gaze when Superman brought up Bruce wanting to see her, she shrugged.

"I doubt it. He's been busy, you know." If there was ever a perfect non-answer reply, that would cover it. Bruce had been busy, Batman was always preoccupied. And she hadn't seen him since that time in his gym. On company time. So no, she wasn't going to indulge the alien 'scout in her own business. He could probably put two and two together with ease, then, and figure out what was going on.

"So, you were on the receiving end of a beat down, and couldn't hold your own? I thought that wasn't possible!" She gasped, mockingly pressing gloved fingertips to her cheek. Superman, altercation he couldn't win? Who had he been going against? And what about the damage. Not her problem.

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This time it would be Clark who keenly picked up on the oh-so-subtle nuances of her body language that seemed to indicate her comradery with Bruce was more than a partnership – like he shared with Diana – more going on between the two just under the skin’s surface. Her flippant demeanor and coy-as-you-please attitude didn’t actually unhinge his own calm, collected, openly friendly while being insanely powerful persona. She certainly was a force of nature to be reckoned with, but still didn’t hold a candle compared to Lois. Fiery women in daily life he could deal with. Icy partners in crime fighting battles he could handle just fine. He was crystal clear through and through as to where his lines were drawn regarding justice of his morals and ethics.

“Yeah… Bruce,” It would now be that he finally confirmed her outed declaration of knowing who the man was behind the bat.

(At first, Clark had decided to stay consistent and protective of his fellow vigilante partner by strictly using “Batman” when in reference.) After cautious assessment, he deemed that a certain frail thin layer of trust had been earned between Catwoman and himself in order to speak about the Dark Knight on a more personal level.

“He’s not exactly the best conversationalist. He isn’t even a grunter. He more so growls or does that dead lock stare.” A nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders followed. “So you made it here by an accidental coincidence, huh?” Sparkling blue eyes narrowed slightly at her.

“For a girl who seems to understand Bruce’s endlessly busy schedule, you certainly do know how to grab a guy’s attention. Breaking into his corporate security system facility would possibly get him to do a double take, but stumbling directly into one of his satellite caves will definitely get you all hands on deck.” He stepped forward towards, slowly closing the gap between them in small bits.

“And stealing tech from his computer systems in one of his satellite caves? Might as well file a restraining order on him since he’ll stalk you until his last given breath. Like they say, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’” He now held out his hand in the expectant manner for her to place what chip or USB device or tech piece she had acquired from Bruce’s computer mainframe system.

“Hand it over – you can make it easy or you make it easier for me. It’s possible for me to take a beat down in one fight, but it’s impossible for me to call it quits after round one. Best believe I gave the guy a beat down shortly after the first brawl. Better believe that I’ve no problem going toe-to-toe with you, even if you are Bruce’s current flavor of the month."