Damian was familiar with the rogue “Catwoman” his father was particularly fond of. He never understood what his father saw in the criminal. Nor did he know that the woman had a new sidekick that was just as sly and frustrating as she was. Only more.. he doesn’t know. He just knows that he isn’t as mad as usual when it’s you who comes to steal from the local museum and not your mentor.

“Hello,” He greets, voice firm as he slides behind you. “Cat.” His breath leaves slowly, and he tilts his head. “Are you stealing again? You know, your talents could be put to much more efficient uses. Like, being a hero, stopping muggings instead of causing them.” Damian narrows his eyes under his domino mask, fingers curling around his katana.

A small, smug smile spreads over his tanned cheeks. “Give it up now, cat, Batman will detain your mentor, and I, you. You both will rot in a prison- or Arkham, if the Bat thinks you deserve it.” He tilts his chin up. It’s cocky, subconsciously picked up from years of stand offs with opponents.