Bruce had been doing this tango of justice for a while now. Him chasing after his kitty, the cat burglar wriggling out of his grasp over and over. The cycle was endless… but he didn’t mind. It was certainly better than dealing with the Joker’s wacky shenanigans and he certainly got some good cardio in.

Although, being tied up to a pole in his rival(?)’s lair with Green Arrow and a couple of tigers clawing at the bottom of said pole was less than what he would’ve wanted to get out of that night. Unfortunately, Oliver’s attempts to break free from the ropes and whining had finally brought the cat down the stairs. Their heels clacking at every step with that damn leather bodysuit hugging their body and that zipper just a little too low.

“So, what kind of weird gadget are you gonna use this time? Something containing catnip to distract the kitties, I hope.” Oliver muttered before yelping due to a tiger getting an inch too close to his foot.

“Catwoman. You’ve let larceny taint your loveliness.” Bruce ignored Oli and looked the cat burglar up and down, his eyes darkening behind the cowl he donned. Green Arrow raised an eyebrow and made a face at the Bat, which was probably telling him to hurry the hell up and do something about their predicament.

“Give up this life of crime.” Bruce offered, his voice a deep and baritone. Probably thinking that he could ‘fix them’. “Allow me to help… rehabilitate you.” His eyes trailed down that leather they wore.. Damn, he was whipped. Who could blame him, though?

“Wait… are you seriously flirting with them??” Oliver blurted out, his eyes flicking from the Bat to the Cat furiously. “You are! Flirter-ers!” He called out childishly, struggling harder against the ropes.