"Sir, go back in your room," Batman gravelled. Bruce Wayne ignored the command, staring at him and then Catwoman. Selina gathered the front of her robes together, watching Catwoman who was stretching herself out across the back of the sofa.
"Reports said you were both in Cyprus," the black-clad thief purred.
"We came back early." Wayne sounded unimpressed as he poured himself a glass of bourbon, as if Batman breaking into his apartment happened every day. He filled Selina's offered glass and levelled an icy glare at the intruders. "What are you doing in my penthouse?"
"And what has happened to your voice?" Selina added helpfully, tying her silk robe closed. Both Batman and Wayne turned to stare at her.
"He always sounds like that," Catwoman said helpfully, and Selina Kyle arched one eyebrow. Catwoman shuffled slightly.
"Which brings me to you." Selina glared, stalking across the room. "Holly! You were going to rob this apartment?"
"You think I'm stupid?" Catwoman glared straight back, standing up. A taloned claw pressed against Selina's neck."I knew you were going to Cyprus with him. I didn't think he'd hand the keys to Bat stand-in!"
"I can get in anywhere," Batman gravelled, sounding affronted. They ignored him.
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"Enough." Wayne cut through the argument. "Dick Greyson, Holly Robinson. Holly, Dick."
"Batman is your son?" Catwoman said, surprised.
"And you are Holly Robinson," Wayne said, impassively. "Former streetwalker and Kyle's apprentice and informant-turned-replacement." Holly stared at him surprised, and he simply looked back. Uncomfortably she dropped her gaze, looking to the man in the Bat mask, and back.
"Are you sure you're Batman?" she asked, sounding younger. Two identical glowers met hers. "Never mind. I see where you get it from." Sidestepping Selina neatly, she strolled towards the balcony window. "Two is too many. I'll be on my way." Batman blocked her way, all business.
"Bruce, she's taken the necklace of Nefertiti from Gotham museum."
"Prove it. Search me." She lifted her hands, turned on the spot to display her skin-tight black outfit and the figure inside it. "I've nowhere to hide it, and you didn't give me anywhere to drop it off." Batman stepped forward, but Wayne shook his head.
"Don't bother, Dick, she doesn't have it." Catwoman smiled smugly, but Wayne wasn't smiling when he continued. "She's still culpable of breaking and entering." Catwoman gaped, looking at Selina for rescue and only getting a tiny fingerwave and a too-sweet smile in return. With a sound like 'eep' Catwoman ran for the balcony, followed instantly by a swirl of black cape as Batman jumped the furniture in pursuit. The two billionaires watched the figures vanish into the night, chasing across the rooftops, before Selina sighed and topped off her drink.
"Children." She said it with a smile, and knowing resignation. Bruce turned away from the balcony and regarded her with the same resigned patience.
"Selina, give the necklace back."
"What necklace?" she asked quizzically.
"She handed it off to you during your discussion."
"Hmm. So you saw that?" Selina walked to the mirror and held the gold collar up in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection.
Lowering it, she smiled seductively over her shoulder at him. One foot kicked up a bodysuit of purple leather, discarded on the floor, tossing it into her waiting hand as she ran into the other room. "You'll have to catch me first."