Catwoman could have laughed at his little speech, but the feline like woman only offered a salacious grin, her crimson lips spreading wide over her sharp teeth. "What a nice little bedtime story." She sighed, turning her vibrant green eyes upward for a moment and then finding the Bat's masked glare. "Unfortunately... for you, I have no intentions of letting you go to work tonight. I don't think you're up to the task. You see, that man you let go... I stopped him from raping a woman, right here. Just a few moments before you arrived. You let him go. How is that keeping the streets clean?" She purred the question, pouting her lips at him. "I think you're losing your touch." She said, tilting her head.<br/><br/>Selina's sensitive ears lifted with the soft sound at their side, her clawed hand roaming down each ridged muscle of his suit, pausing to let her fingers graze his hip before she curled her fingers into his utility belt, and unlatched it.<br/><br/>It made a rather heavy clank as it landed, Catwoman's lips twitching with a smile as she raised her hand swiftly, and snatched the batarang from the man's diligent fingers. She tossed it with force, and an aggravated hiss, watching it clatter down the alleyway before her gaze turned back to Batman, quickly dissolving from amused to enraged. "You were ruining my best whip. I haven't gone breaking any of your toys." She said low through gritted teeth, her brows pressed as she leaned against his thick suit, purring more, her pupils dilating. "You're not playing very nicely." She said, giving the end of her whip a firm tug, and the heel of her boot hooking behind his knees, suit creaking as she bent her knees and spoke directly into his ear. "If you dont play nice, I won't play nice." She laughed quietly. "Then again, maybe that's exactly what you want?"