Batman chased a few steps into the dark alley, then lost sight of his target. He hurried back and checked his miniature computer.
After he had fallen unconscious last time, the Batmobile's autopilot system had brought him back to the Batcave. He had added a surveillance system to the Batmobile, one with a real-time signal feed.
Though it might expose his trail, Batman did not want to be left completely in the dark. Through the Wayne Winter Relief Program, he had distributed identical signal sources throughout Gotham.
Tracking his whereabouts would probably be very difficult.
But when he checked the miniature computer, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He turned to look toward the distant alley.
Alfred would probably nag him again.
Still, Batman did not care much. Once he put on this suit, his heart became as cold as Gotham's night. And that cat truly confused him.
It was too humanlike. It made him deeply uncomfortable, as if someone were watching his every move. At the very least, he had secretly looked into it, yet found no record of that breed of cat.
Clearing the stray thoughts from his mind, Batman headed toward the dockside lighthouse. He took out an energy scanner and examined the surrounding energy fluctuations and various readings.
The black cat raced through the alley, crossed the street, climbed up the fire escape, then made one final leap onto the rooftop. She raised her head and gazed at Gotham's night sky.
She was Selina, Selina Kyle, the city's most famous cat burglar. She also had a lovely name: Catwoman.
But now, she had truly turned into a cat. It was strange, as strange as that auction.
She hoped to see a round, full moon. Maybe then she could turn back into a human, just