At night, a nimble, athletic figure clad in black leather slipped into the backyard of Wayne Manor. After a few leaps, she reached the castle, opened a window, and darted inside, prowling through the massive estate.
The decor was classical, the furniture exquisite, and luxury permeated every corner.
Beautiful rooms, beautiful European-style canopy beds.
A huge library, practically comparable to an actual library.
At last, in one room, Catwoman found a safe. She crept over, pressed her ear against it, and listened as a set of keys turned inside.
Click!
The safe door opened.
Catwoman was delighted, but there was only a jewelry box inside. She opened it and found an enormous pearl necklace.
Catwoman muttered softly, "Batman, you attacked me that day. I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget."
Just then, a voice came from behind her. "That necklace was my mother's keepsake. I don't want you taking it."
Like a startled cat, Catwoman sprang to the side before turning around. Batman stood behind her.
"Shouldn't you be out playing vigilante at this hour? Why are you back?" Catwoman asked in surprise.
Ever since their last encounter, Catwoman had known she was no match for Batman. After being thoroughly teased by him, she was still a little afraid of him.
"Actually, the surveillance system detected an intruder the moment you entered Wayne Manor, so I came back," Batman said.
Catwoman froze slightly at Batman's words, not because of what he had said, but because of his voice. This Batman sounded completely different from the one who had teased her that night.
The Batman before her had a deep, steady voice. The Batman from that night had sounded gentle, yet carried a wicked charm.
Whoosh!
Catwoman dropped low and rushed for the door, but Batman moved the