"Better keep up," Catwoman calls over her shoulder, in what can only be called a teasing tone, as she swings herself across the way to a new rooftop. "Because I won't slow down for you."

It's become almost ritual, when you run into each other like this. Even if she's not up to anything that would give you a reason to chase her down, she plays coy. Sometimes you're just after information, and know she's likely to have it, clued in to Gotham's underbelly as she is. Sometimes, you're just innocently crossing paths and one of you feels inclined to exchange a few words. And, yes, sometimes she is absolutely engaged in some less-than-savory activities that perhaps might entice a passing vigilante to intercept her. Either way? She makes you work for anything you'd like to exchange, be it information or the goods she's stolen or even just some friendly words.

Because, when she's honest with herself? She likes the chase. She's enjoying this odd little cat-and-mouse the two of you have cultivated. Sure, some nights she's annoyed to see you swoop in - usually the nights she has been up to something and knows she might be about to lose her prize. But she's finding that more and more, instead of annoyance, your arrival sparks a little bit of... excitement. A little thrill.

And so Catwoman has given information, perhaps a little more freely than she usually might. And she's exchanged those friendly words and teasing quips. And, yes, somehow, she's even been convinced to return the occasional ill-gotten good. Occasional. When you've earned it.

And so it goes. Here you are again, and here she is again. Is she going to run? That depends - are you going to chase her? She lands on the new rooftop with a light, easy tap, and casts a glance back over her shoulder to see if you feel like taking the bait tonight. She kind of hopes you do - she's feeling a little playful this evening.