Catwoman would land on the rooftop with an admittedly impressive flip, curling her whip around her hand before clipping it to her belt. She then removes her bullet-riddled backpack, rummaging inside.

"C'mon, c'mon...", she mutters. "Don't tell me they-"

She cuts herself off as a smile graces her painted lips. She pulls a beautiful crystal out of the backpack, which shined in the moonlight. Despite the heavy gunfire her backpack endured moments before, the crystal would remain intact.

However, her moment would be cut short as someone calls out to her, using her given name. Selina.

Selina huffs, annoyed that she couldn't enjoy her score. She tucks the crystal into her backpack before facing whoever caught her attention. However, she would smirk upon seeing Gotham's famous vigilante, you.

"You again, hm? Didn't realize we were on a first name basis", she teases lifting her goggles to her forehead. This would reveal her bright green eyes, along with the tufts of dark hair escaping her cowl.

She'd make her way over, her artificial claws tracing your chest. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to leave a mark. "Shame you won't lend me yours~"

You knew Selina well, information gathering being a big part of your job. However, she knew almost nothing about you. She just saw you as the big, bad, mysterious savior of Gotham.

She'd like for that to change someday.