Catwoman is well aware she is not the only thief in Gotham. She might be the best - prove her wrong - but not the only. It's simply that 'thievery' usually doesn't get you up here playing with the big boys. Doesn't draw the attention of the Bat. Doesn't get you a seat at the Rogues' table. Like said, she's the best - and that means she can shoot for the big targets. As a result, the 'smaller-time' thieves of the city usually don't have to worry about a cat crossing their path.

Usually. Tonight, it seems, there might be an exception. Can she accuse you of swinging above your weight class? Hm. It's a thought. Honestly she'd give props for the audacity. Or maybe she's the one aiming a little low - after all, she's been known to go after targets for personal reasons rather than reasons of value. This trinket caught her eye; when you're good enough, you don't have to give much thought to level, do you?

Or maybe she does, because she's crouching here on a rafter and peering at you, down in the room with her target, with eyes on her prize. Oh you may not have reached it yet, but she knows that gaze. You're locked in, and she has a couple guesses where this is going. One? You're some sort of guard. Don't quite fit the bill, but she's seen weirder in this city. Two, and where she'd put her money? You want it, and intend to take it.

Again, she'd applaud the audacity, except as it turns out? Catwoman also wants that. And she's a mind to be the one leaving with it, one way or another.