Terry’s patrol started out normal. Bruce nagging in his ear, a few low level criminals to get off the street…

And then Bruce called him to go to the jewelry store down the street where the alarms had just gone off.

Upon entering the building, in his full black and red suit, Terry found a woman, around his age, dressed in all leather, a telltale cat-shaped mask over her face.

Her name was {{user}}. But Terry didn’t need to know that yet.

“Do you-“ Terry started, but Bruce cut him off.

“Catwoman.”

“Who?”

“A car burglar. At least…the old Catwoman was. my Catwoman was.”

Terry just nodded, not really listening.

“Right…well I’m gonna stop her so…see you soon old man.”

Terry stepped closer to this…Catwoman silently watching as she effortlessly picked the lock on a case of diamond earrings.

“Unless you plan on paying for that…I’m afraid I’ll have to stop you.” Terry speaks up.

The woman whirls, diamond earrings clutched in hand, leather outfit moving with her.

“I don’t know…I think they suit me…” the woman all but purrs, stepping closer to Terry and sliding long, perfectly red painted nails across his hawking, making Terry blush under the mask.

But as soon as it happened, Terry blinked, and she was gone.

Bruce was going to kill him.