Batman/Catwoman Issue #0

Chapter Three: Give it back

    Batman rose an eyebrow as he fixed his Batarang back onto his uniform. He looked back up to the woman, hearing the sound of glass break, and quickly realizing that she did not want to talk when she kicked him in his face. 

    This is the second time he got kicked on the face, and he was not happy. His patience ran out long ago. He reached over  and gripped her fore arm before she escaped through the door. "Leave the room and I'll make sure that you get caught." He spoke through gritted teeth as the cheek that was hit from the boots' heel started aching. 

    "Let me go," she took her other hand that was gripping the briefcase and swung it at Batman. 

    God, she's a maniac. Batman thought as he dodged the case. "Who are you?" He asked, pulling her in the room. 

    The lady seemed to have pressed a button on her gloves  that made the nails on her gloves much more sharper. She turned the arm that was being held hostage by Batman and dug her claw-like nails into his forearm. "Like hell I would tell you," she deadpanned and pulled her arm down, leaving Batman gripping her glove. He got a glimpse of her tan colored skin and glittery black nail polish before she dashed out the room and headed for the nearest window. 

    "Hey!" He went to the corridor she was running out of and aimed his grappling hook to the hand that had the briefcase. 

    To the lady's disgust, she dropped the briefcase in pain and broke the window with her other arm, escaping without leaving a trace besides broken glass. 

    His eyes widened as he was left alone. He looked around the hallway in a confused motion. "Alfred?" He asked as he went over to the dropped briefcase, picking it up. It definitely was important to the lady, so he decided to keep it for further inspection.  

    "I'm afraid the mask prevented any identification analysis, Master Wayne." The butler spoke solemnly as he hated to be the bearer of bad news. 

    Batman shook his head in disbelief as he exited out of the mansion from the window he came in, and headed to his home. He changed out of his suit and into ones more fit to sleeping, and checked over the time as he entered the hall. 

    4:17am

    Bruce groaned in exhaustion. "Alfred," He called quietly. "Cancel any meeting tomorrow until 1pm. Goodnight." He retired to sleep without any more dialogue. 

    It took a couple moments for Bruce to remember where he was. He woke up in his bed, bags still heavily placed under his eyes. He didn't bother to look at the time, knowing it's some time near the afternoon based off the position of the sunlight illuminating his room. 

    "Jesus Christ..." He said as he sat down at the kitchen coffee table alongside with Alfred. "Is there a bruise on my face?" 

    Alfred shook his head, "not at all, however there is just slight discoloration are your cheek bones." 

    "Okay. Give me today's synopsis." Bruce said as he massaged his bruise with a hot cup of coffee. 

    "A few meetings at 2:30-4:30, and tonight you have dinner with Oswald's." 

    Bruce tsked in a frustrated manner, and left the room shortly after he finished his breakfast.

    Suddenly, Bruce remembered the glove and briefcase he obtained last night. "Where are her things?" He spoke vaguely, yet in a rushed tone. 

    "I kept them down in your research room, Master Wayne." Alfred rose an eyebrow as a subtle question to Bruce's demeanor, but didn't think much of it.