<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The night had yielded very little in the way of any good solid results. The rooftops had given Batman a great view of the streets below, but he got further and further away from the Batmobile in pursuit of any crimes being committed worthy of his attention, or any at all by this point would have been exciting. Tonight it seemed was just not his night to find any sort of action. As he went back to the Batmobile to head home he quickly searched the car for bugs, and finding the one under the fender he removed it and crushed it with his fingers before throwing it into the gutter. Satisfied with finding the one device Batman hopped in and headed home for the evening. <br/>
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The next night the same routine began, except as he exited the Batmobile he spoke into a small cylindrical device, "shields," and soon the shields of the Batmobile engaged themselves. He cursed himself for forgetting the previous night, and it was something he would not likely forget again soon. Perhaps someday, but not this night. As the patrol began he passed an alley and swore he saw Catwoman, as Batman went to pursue her though there was not a single trace of her. Later in the night the same thing happened, and soon Batman swore he was having hallucinations of her as if her claws at his neck had done something to his mind. Of course he didn't believe that to be possible from her, at least not yet, but his mind was beginning to play tricks on him so he was beginning to question some of his line of thinking. Of course he did have on a fresh suit, no scratches, claw marks, or holes on it, so that was always a bonus.<br/>
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The next several nights all seemed to go this way, and soon Batman became paranoid that he was being followed almost constantly without the ability to find her or see her clearly. He was supposed to be the master of the night, the master of hiding, not the other way around. She had the advantage so far, and he was in high hopes of catching her soon. Even his butler Alfred had noticed the change of paranoia that was plaguing Bruce.  It was a couple of nights into the game of cat and mouse when Batman thought he saw Catwoman out of the corner of his eye in a jewelry store. For a moment he couldn't believe what he saw and chalked it up to another one of the illusions he swore by now he was seeing. Then he noticed it didn't go anywhere, she was clearly stealing some jewels. <br/>
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Batman headed in the back door and used some of the darkness to conceal his presence, at least visibly. When he was close, about three arm's lengths away he spoke. "I don't think those belong to you Catwoman. Time to put them back and put on some shiny round circles on those wrists."</span></span>