The Cat and the Bat 01

I was wandering around the sleepy little town of River Heights today when I ran across Batgirl. We sized each other up warily but it seemed clear that neither of us were looking for trouble. We approached each other and struck up a purrfectly lovely conversation...until I was distracted by something momentarily and caught Batgirl planting one of her bat tracking devices on me. I pretended not to notice and surreptitiously eased a little knockout powder into my hand and then in a sudden movement blew it into her pretty face. I watched with amusement as her bright green eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed in a heap. I quickly got her wrists and ankles cuffed, but by the time I finished she was already coming around. She began to kick and struggle and, even worse, started up the typical, hackneyed, "you'll never get away with this!" routine.

Like I'm not going to get away with it. Really? You're there cuffed on the ground. I rolled my eyes as I pressed a chloroform-soaked rag to her face and sat on her back for a couple of minutes until the moaning and writhing stopped, then picked up her limp body and took her to my lair, where I had a table reserved and waiting for her. Never get away with it, indeed!