She sits on the ledge of a building, overlooking Gotham Bay with the moon behind her. It's almost romantic looking, like the cover of a slightly raunchy romance novel.

Too bad you've been chasing her for twenty minutes after she stole a jewel encrusted crown. Yet again.

"What's the matter bat? You're broodier than usual, cat got your tongue?"

She purrs out, looking far too relaxed after all that cardio. Damn your cat.