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<div class="posttitle">bat on a string</div>
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The full moon has risen. You know the type the huge bright yellow harvest moon. The golden sphere was so perfect it appeared that you could pluck it out of the sky and eat. Against the river it was huge and glorious in it's divinity. It was moon that made kids double think their actions against the neighbors in the cold. The earth simply wasn't as dark as it typically was. <p>
Bright green eyes Looked into the sky. A smiled curled in the cockiest manner as she leaped off the roof tops and brought out her whip to travel to the narrows. There was a family here she wanted to drop off a few bucks too. The Robin Hood- like persona was to give her sins a good healing, though she didn't care about it too much.
<P> Once and the house, she opened and unlocked window and slid inside. A poor woman looked at her. She the terribly thin do to illness. Her children sat on the floor appearing nearly starved to death. "We have nothing, Catwoman." A smile curled at her features, "Now you do." She tossed the money at the mother, "Get yourself some medicine and food. That should last six months." The woman and children looked over the money and their eyes nearly fell out of there sockets once raised the stealthy Catwoman was gone and back to the roof tops.


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Now she could do for herself now that she did her feel good deal. The cat flung herself onto the roof an apartment building and then to a larger church. Crawling around she looked for anyone hanging about.
No one really should be but a faint shadow caught her eye. A smile curled at her lips before she stood with her hands on her hips. "What do we have here," she purred as she looked at the Batman. "Tonight is looking up." Oh it was.
<p> He was the perfect male. Her equal in so many ways. It was sin for her to be so independent. Catwoman knew what she was. The one he would never understand completely. There was no black and white with her. She was the demon and the angel wrapped in one sexy package.
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Gotham City was pretty tonight, which was an oddity.

Sometimes the place seemed like a pit stain on the undershirt of society…in fact, it seemed like that most of the time. Tonight, however, the moon was so full and bright that Batman had to fight off the urge to break from his patrol just to look at it. Still, he was on patrol, so he kept pushing on. The truth was that no matter how dark or dank or generally “pit-stainy” Gotham looked at times, it was still home, and much more importantly, still part of his father’s legacy, and that needed to be protected at all costs.

Criminals had a sad tendency to leave their radio frequencies open, almost begging for some cop or a well-meaning vigilante to listen in. Worse yet was their habit of revealing the deepest secrets of their schemes, which weren’t all that smart to begin with. Bruce couldn’t help but smile under his cowl at that one—he might have garnered the reputation as being the world’s greatest detective, but it sure wasn’t gained through busting small timers like these ones. He couldn’t afford to stop, though—for every handful of hair-brained schemers that happened to be around, there was one truly dangerous foe waiting behind the curtain for the audience to lose focus.

The little criminals with their smaller radio devices were just about to get to the heart of the matter—there was obviously some big drug smuggling operation going down, but he had no way of knowing where the shipment was being picked up, or what form the shipment was taking. Cereal boxes, stuffed animals—the crime fighter had seen it all, so it naturally could have been anything. The words were coming out of their mouths, he could feel it, but something went wrong with the technology in his cowl at just the worst time.

Batting at it while it was on his head wasn’t going to make one bit of different, so he sighed in resignation and moved onwards, grappling through and over the rooftops, trying to get in a better position. The Narrows wasn’t a particularly big place, so the prospect of losing them didn’t seem likely. The Batman moved through the shadows with the best of them, and as he landed atop a vacant church building, but it appeared that he had been spotted after a few moments.

Catwoman had a habit of showing up wherever he went, and if he didn’t know better, he would have assumed that she was just stalking him. With a shrug, he stepped out to get a better look at her. “The cat can see in the dark. Should have thought of that sooner.”

He crossed his arms, but kept his fingertips at his belt. This particular cat had proven to be both an ally and an enemy in situations past, and she seemed to choose which one to be at random. “So tell me, Catwoman,” he spoke gruffly. “What brings you here at such an hour? I didn’t peg you as the religious type.”

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The air was filled with the bittersweet scent of Gotham. Life and death spun in a delicate balance that made it all worth experiencing it. Death was worse by far. Sweet kisses was not something they all looked forward too. Cheap thrills and firecrackers was the true way of the world. To really live was forget the limits and push past it. To deny gravity and fly. The ideas of the impossible are made possible with the new truths about the universe. Oh well, it 's not like Catwoman cared much about the trivial ideas of men. They were more of bore. She needed to live her life on the edge. To die nine times and resurrect with new found freedoms.
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Upon the church rooftop the bat stood, watching over the fair city. She hurt and even Catwoman could feel it. It was noticable as you touched the stone walls. The people were suffering more because of the Joker. Selina knew she had to be a better Robin Hood to save them all. heels were a quite as the whispers of hells bells as she approached only to speak and be spoken too. The game of cat and bat has started for the evening and it would be a delightful as creme. <p>

He was perfect into so many ways. The rat with wings was mighty fine treat for the female. How could see really pass that up? Never! She couldn't. He was rare gem that she couldn't steal. Selina walked towards him with hips swaying, "Now Batman, let's play nice. It's far to nice of night to fight." A smirk curled over her features as she took a finger and traced it over the bat symbol. "I could say the same about you," she purred as she stepped away a bit. Who could he tell her? A million things he rather stay hidden. A smirk pulled at her lips as she looked around the skyline.
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Selina knew always and forever, he would Gotham's knight. There was no reason of asking why since they hated him. To the police and Catwoman he was nothing but a play toy. A catnip filled mouse ready to be nibbled on and played with. Batman just needed to become cute and cuddly but that would take away so much fun. "I'd confess my sins to you but you would drop me off at the commissioners. There was nothing better than dealing with the beauty of his mind. She in fact was perfectly sane. "I'm nothing but gray in your black and white world. What does it mean to be Robin? We are the same. Only you protect and I take," but never all for herself. Catwoman would never reveal the notion of her goods deeds and the fact she carefully watches the people of the East End.



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Catwoman seemed to enjoy the game, whatever it happened to be. He couldn’t quite tell what she was doing with him, if she was toying with him, if she liked him, hated him, or sat in some happy medium. Sitting on a fence seemed the most likely, considering the way in which she seemed to live the rest of her life. Batman had the means to find out about pretty much anything, but honestly, the cat burglar hadn’t done anything to warrant such a blatant attempt on her independence. If anything, she had proved to be a royal pain in the ass, albeit an intriguing one.

“I’m offended that you think I’m willing to fight so easily…” he muttered, tensing up when she ran an index finger along the bat symbol on his chest. Ball of string or scratching post…yeah, it was hard to decide which he was to her. “Just don’t give me a reason, and we’ll get along just fine. You should know that by now.”

He managed to shrug his shoulders and look away, trying to hide the fact that he was trying to shake his head out of this stupor. There were actually some laws against loitering, especially on top of a building, and a church building to boot. The Dark Knight would be damned if he sunk so low as to stop something like that, though; after all, it was a social norm that he broke on an extremely regular basis. In anything, it helped to know that someone else was just as crazy as he was—dressing up like an animal is so much easier when you have company, after all.

He was actually surprised to hear the next words that came out of Catwoman’s pouty lips. He sighed. “I’m not exactly a priest either, Catwoman. I really don’t feel like playing this kind of game right now...” he paused, looking at her once again. He couldn't help but add, “I don’t really see how we’re alike when you just named two completely different qualities.”

Batman stopped there and shook his head. The woman always got such a rise out of him, but it was rare that he actually let it show in anything short of an icy glare. She really was something inherently frustrating, like a rubix cube that changed its colors every time he turned a row. Like he had considered before, she chose her role in the city’s fight against crime at random, and here she was, acting like she was helping. That particular thought made him suddenly realize what he had set out to do in the first place. Placing his fingers on his cowl, he tried to focus in on his communications device again. It was clearing up again, finally, and with a little bit more of an effort, he would be able to close in on the criminals he was chasing before. If nothing else, other criminals could be found…it was Gotham, after all.

“Okay, then,” the crime fighter finally said. “I’ll leave your confessions to a holy man, but if you’re looking for a bit of redemption, I can lend a hand. Want to bat for my team for a change?”

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She felt him tense up and smiled. Oh so purrfect! Batman was a lot of things for her. The inspiration for her costume, the man she liked to flirt with, a scratching post, a catnip treat with all the tasty bits and so much more. He was her catnip if you want to understand via the Twilight way but really weak women were boring to her and as well as worthless. "Yes, but it's more fun to give you that reasons. Opposites attract Batman. You have realized that by now."
<P>Catwoman could care less about some silly laws. His reactions to her was what she wanted to see. It was like watching a boy figure out he was in love for the first time. A first time crush that Catwoman couldn't help play with. Though she sensed her own attraction to a man that was mad enough to put a costume on and fly above the city lights.
<P>"Playing what game batman? I haven't toyed with you in awhile and all those people. Can't a girl come check on a hero? You brood enough without the guilt of what the joker did resting on your shoulders," she stated. She answered his statement with clever flick of the tail, "Two crazy kids dressed up, with no where to go. You take the power from the powerful and I take their money. In away we are both Robin Hood with a different mission."
<P>She smiled, "I'll bat for awhile Batman, but when it comes to pretty shiny toys. You'll find me. You'll always find me. Just do me one favor and make sure it's you on my tail. I prefer the man to that little girl in a bat costume." She was utterly annoying. Catwoman looked at the bat and curled her fingers before touching his shoulder, "maybe you should play my game. Think of the things we could steal and people we could help."


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Bruce sighed and shook his head, though just barely enough to avoid detection. How awkward things had gone already, and he hadn’t been in the cat’s company for no more than a few minutes. Looking back at her, he knew immediately that he was attracted to her, despite…the odd qualities that she carried with her, most notably the costume. In fact, he couldn’t really even point out what he found so damned attraction to begin with. Was it the curves? Her seductive tones? Those freakishly big green eyes? All three were things she had in spades, and it would have taken a man made of steel to avoid falling into that trap, and even then, it would have been a struggle.

Then again, they were on opposite sides of the law, and despite every fiber of his being screaming for him to ignore it, he just couldn’t. The memories of dead parents and the hell that he went through just to get where he was wouldn’t let him, not even for Catwoman. Batman was supposed to be a symbol of unwavering resolve, anyway, and the antics and temptation of Bruce Wayne were things that were going to have to wait. That was just how things had to be, regardless of how…

He realized that he was staring and forced his glance away.

…regardless of how hard it was.

Batman touched a hand to his cowl as he concentrated on the feed that he hacked his way into. These were a different bunch than the ones he was following, but it didn’t matter—he had to do something to force his thoughts to something that could actually be constructive, and as much as he hated giving up a chase in favor of another, the city was full of crime and he knew that he couldn’t be everywhere at once. That’s why he had so many partners throughout the city, he supposed.

He was about to jump from the rooftop before Catwoman stopped him with a proposition of her own. Batman smiled, but didn’t allow himself to laugh. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but stealing doesn’t help anyone. I think I remember hearing something about two wrongs not making a right somewhere, but it doesn’t matter,” he looked back down, noting the places he could make a zip line to. Catwoman probably had some stolen property on her at that very moment, but Batman couldn’t afford to find out. He would eventually—he always did—but he preferred to catch the easy bait than to take on someone who was by all accounts his equal. She seemed harmless enough, anyway, so making a bit of use out of her was a very good thing. “If you’d rather me chase you, then go right ahead. Just wait until after we take down this small-timers—I think even you have a big enough attention span to do that.”

With that, he jumped off the church and made his way to an adjacent apartment complex. Making it to the roof was easy enough, and if his cowl was working correctly, the thugs in question were in the apartment somewhere. He couldn’t tell if they were stealing something or overall just creating havoc. Either way, he would take them down, and maybe even the Catwoman would help. He turned behind him, almost expecting to see her following close behind.

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There was turmoil in him over her. The knowledge of how to press buttons was great in this one but all a long he was wrong. "You are wrong Batman. The city itself is suffering, while men get rich. Mother's are sick and can't work. There is only Wayne attempting to try. Someone has to help these people. A mother needed her medicine, a cancer patient. How does stealing not help her? When the gift is too her? Big corporations that are suppose to be none profit write her death sentence. Stealing life is more horrific then stealing gems and money, Batman. A lot more horrific. I got something for you," she purred.
<P>Out of her pack she pulled an envelope. "Any unmasked person will be gunned for bringing this to surface. You are the only Gordon trusts. Make sure this information goes to him. a pharmaceutical company is using the sick to test a near serious drugs. When the patient dies they simply get rid of the body. No tests or whatever. The drug is pretty much pure poison. I viewed nurses ignoring the dieing. So, now Batman, when the poor and sick are being murdered. Who is in the wrong? The person trying to get money to those that pay so they can live to raise there kids or the ones slaughtering lambs."
<P> Catwoman looked hard at him. There was gray area that was shaded it was hard to see past. She knew that Batman was these peoples only hope and her quest to him was all she had at the moment. "I know you are doing your little hiding thing but this needs kicked in the ass." No one should be killed. This is the vial filled with the toxin. I would check it out and give Gordon and full analysis of the compound." She looked at Batman and drew close again, "I'm sorry, the straight and narrow never worked for me. To be too pure opens you open to a lot of failure. A little sin never hurt anyone. "
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Catwoman heard his next statement and peered over the ledge as Batman rushed over the ledge. A smile curled and her whip crack as she followed suit. She had to sharpen her claws on something, she just wished it Batman.

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