Batman had no time to deal with Nightwing's doubts.
He stood atop a high-rise, rain battering his cape as the symphony reached its crescendo. At the center of his gaze, a nimble black figure flitted lightly between buildings, her black catsuit glimmering faintly in the rain.
"Catwoman, stop!" Batman's deep voice carried through the curtain of rain, carrying unquestionable authority.
Catwoman glanced back at him, a sly smile curling her lips. "Stop? That doesn't sound like my style, Bat."
Before she finished speaking, she leaped forward. The whip in her hand lashed out and wrapped around a railing on the opposite rooftop, sending her swinging across with feline grace. Batman did not hesitate. His grappling hook shot out, and he followed close behind.
Their figures crossed through Gotham's night sky. The rain grew colder and colder, but it could not extinguish this blazing pursuit.
The arcs Catwoman's whip traced through the air held a touch of flirtation, but even more deadly danger. The whip was soft as silk when pliant and hard as steel when taut. When Catwoman sped up, she was like the most agile cheetah; when she slowed, she carried the coquettish air of a housecat.
"What was your objective in infiltrating the Batcave?" Batman asked in a low voice as he pursued her.
"Oh, just a little trinket." Catwoman chuckled, her voice especially seductive in the rainy night. "Though I doubt you'd be interested."
"If you're talking about the collectibles in the Batcave, you'd better give up now." Batman's voice was cold, the Batarang in his hand already poised to fly.
Catwoman's laughter grew more delighted. "You're still so boring, Bat. But I have no intention of leaving empty-handed tonight."
She suddenly flipped over, her whip snapping toward Batman's face. Batman swiftly dodged aside and flung his