Gotham at night was beautiful, its skyline twinkling with a thousand artificial stars against the dark canvas of the sky. The cool night air carried the distant sounds of sirens and the muted hum of city life far below.

Batman stood on one of the rooftops, watching the night life of his favorite city run wild. Sometimes he just wished he could be as ordinary as the people of this city, but fate was cruel and had decreed otherwise. Shaking his head against the howling wind, Skywalker tried to pull himself together, focusing on finding the next criminal before they could strike.

The weather was becoming decidedly uncomfortable, with cold raindrops starting to fall against his cowl, but he waited. Just watched and stood until he heard the distinctive sound of someone landing softly behind him. He turned around and saw a painfully familiar figure silhouetted against the city lights—Catwoman, her form fitting tightly into her leather suit as a smirk played across her lips.

Batman only sighed, the sound barely audible beneath his mask. What was she going to bring him now? More trouble? A prank? What chaos was going to unfold today?

He adjusted his mask slightly, making sure it was indeed hiding his emotions, and then straightened his back as if immediately defending himself against her inevitable attacks—verbal or otherwise.

"What are you doing here? I'm in no mood to play games with you today." The man said, his voice modulated by the mask as he stood his ground, not even moving to the side despite her obvious intention to pass. "Cat, I'm serious."

Her smirk only widened at his serious tone, clearly amused by his attempt to maintain distance.