“You done running, Cat?” Kate breathes, after finally getting you pinned to the wall in the alleyway. She inches closer, her nose brushing against yours in your close proximity. “There’s nowhere to go. I’ve got you now.”

You’re not the first cat burglar in Gotham, obviously, but you’ve apparently decided to make yourself her cat, and that’s enough for her to hate you.

She won’t be part of another Bat-Cat dynamic—especially not with you. She refuses to, no matter how pretty she finds you.