Batman/Catwoman Issue #0

Chapter 10: Alias Marks

    "You piss me off, Slick." Catwoman mumbled under her breath as she and Batman mounted onto the cold concrete floor in the back entrance of a cooperate building. 

    She thought of taking him to a faux lair that was created for the sole purpose of throwing the law off, and then weasel herself out of getting interrogated more, but when she looked into Batman's eyes something innate forced her to bite her cheeks and take him to the Winebar. 

    Despite its classical-esque name, the Winebar was wear everything big happened. Drug expeditions, terrorist planning, cannibalism- you just had to find a corner in that club and you'd either be dead or in the plan of making millions. 

    Though she made it obvious, Catwoman hated dragging Batman to this area. If it managed to be so underground this long, then it should be kept that way. She felt like a elementary school bully showing the teacher where she fought someone on the playground. 

    Batman, on the other hand, was fighting between the feeling of shame or pride. Shame that this location has not be found by him and has stayed hidden for so long under his watch, but also pride for using whatever- or whoever- was at his disposal to finally run this place down. 

    God, did he hate crime. 

    They currently stood in a few meters away of a black or dark green steel door prodded with scratches and dents and the only thing lighting up the back street and all in it was a single dim red EXIT sign. A way to maintain disguise, is what Batman thought. 

    "This is it." Catwoman gave her cheshire smile to him, "A shame you- woah woah woah what  do you think you're doing?!" Her soul nearly pounced out of her body when Batman started to approach the door. "Are you that stupid!? Why do you think I stopped us here and not closer to the entrance?" 

    "There are cameras?" He responded in genuine confusion. In all honesty, he didn't care who saw him or who was behind that door, now that he was here, he can get rid of the infestation. 

    "Yes there are cameras, and if you walk through those doors you'll die or the entire building will explode and then you'll die," why did she care about the death part? "Not to mention that I'll be seen with you and then it's over for me." 

    She had a point. Batman often found himself underestimated the villains of the week, and there's no telling what kind of unnecessary calamity would be brought by his presence. To add on, it wasn't like he could just fade into the shadows either since knowing the main villains: he wouldn't be alone. 

    "Then you go." 

    Catwoman pointed at herself, the outline of her eyes widening. "Me? Alone? Now why would you leave a damsel in distress-"

    She was playing. He knew that, but she was also wasting time and patience that he just didn't have. "You want your briefcase?" Though surprisingly, Catwoman's smile did not fade. In fact, it grew wider. Did she know something? Could she tell he was bluffing? 

    "How about you disguise yourself and come with me? Or forget about a disguise and come with me with your real face. Come on now, what's under the mask, pretty boy?" She tried not to give the idea that she already knew who he was through her tone, but as her words spilled out, a growing amount of venom coated her dialect. 

    Watching him look at her with suspicion, then disgust, then finally anger hot  enough to melt through his mask and Catwoman could see Bruce underneath the facade. And under her own mask Selina could understand everything. To her, Bruce was the same. Another soul trapped in the vicious cycle implemented by Gotham city, driving every single sane person completely mad. Then she heard a small muffling of a voice in his ear and all of a sudden Bruce was gone and now a calmed Batman had repositioned.