It wasn't in the habit of a cat to work with others of its kind willingly. Gotham was silent apart from the heavy rain that crashed down to the ground as said cat worked her magic on the back lock of a jewelry store. The kleptomaniac kept her motions silent and measured; nothing good would come of making a scene.

After unlocking it, Selina carefully cut a hole through the glass embedded within the door, big enough for her to jump through.

"Perfect," Catwoman purred, holding her whip tight in her opposite hand and giving one last glance around.