DC: The Brave and the Bawdy

Robin: Out of the Bag

Robin peered through the binoculars as he zoomed in for a closer look. This museum had been hit twice in the past week, with different rare artifacts being stolen each time. Batman was preoccupied with more pressing cases, so Robin was staking out the museum in hopes that the perpetrator would hit it a third time.

He was in luck.

Robin saw a slender figure arrive on top of the museum, walking around the roof of the building before managing to get in through one of the roof access doors.

Robin drew his grappling gun, fired it onto the museum, and reeled himself over. He climbed up over the ledge of the roof and made his way to the access door. It was still locked. The thief had managed to bypass the door's security without breaking the lock. Whoever this was, they were good.

Robin brought out a small UV light and shined it on the number pad beside the door. Based on which buttons had prints on them, he deduced which numbers were a part of the code. Since all of the numbers had the same level of smudging, he was able to conclude that each number was only used once. Now it was only a matter of narrowing it down to what order the numbers needed to be pressed. Batman had taught him all about this. Humans had a predictable psychology. There were certain patterns that were followed more than others with passwords. Using that knowledge, Robin made a guess on the code and punched it in.

He was right. The door clicked open. He opened and entered, quickly making his way down the stairway and into the back halls of the museum. He listened closely, but couldn't hear a thing. He quietly made his way down the hall and into the display room. He looked around, still seeing nothing. He snuck from room to room until he finally heard the slightest hint of noise. He sprinted right for it.

"Stop right there!" ordered Robin, rounding the corner to face the thief.

"Well," she purred back, "Look who we have here."

"Catwoman!"

Robin had never met the infamous cat burglar in person, but he had heard everything about her from Batman. She looked the part. Tall and curvy, her black leather catsuit seemed to accentuate her features more than serve a practical purpose. It did however come with a utility belt much like his and a pair of yellow goggles that reflected light like, well, a cat's eyes. Robin could only occasionally catch a glimpse of her actual eyes. She held an old and expensive looking vase under her arm.

"Boy wonder," she said, tossing the vase aside.

Robin gasped and leapt for the vase. He had no idea what sort of value or history the artifact held. He managed to catch it out of the air and roll, successfully landing with the vase in hand. He sighed with relief.

"Good catch," smirked Catwoman, drawing a bullwhip from her boot.

Robin went to move, but the whip moved too quickly for him. Catwoman instantly snapped it at Robin, causing the weapon to tightly grab his wrist before jerking it toward her. Robin stumbled and released the vase.

Robin made a grab for the vase as it fell through the air, but Catwoman had already reached him and delivered a powerful knee to his stomach. Robin coughed and keeled over as the air left his lungs and his gut surged with pain. He heard the horrific shattering of the vase exploding against the ground.

"...why?" choked Robin, finally getting his wind back.

"I was never here for that ugly thing," scoffed Catwoman, "I was trying to lure one of you capes out. I can't believe I had to rob this place three times to make it happen."

Robin drew and threw one of his batarangs at Catwoman. She emitted a hiss as she swiped it out of the air, causing a loud metallic clang to ring out as she did. She brandished the claws at the ends of her fingertips.