The Shifter closed her eyes for a few minutes, quelling the rising conflict of raging emotions in her chest, wrestling her animal instincts beneath the surface of her skin once more. Enough was enough. She had tried to show him who she was, who she really was, and it had not helped.  He did not want to see. This man was never going to respect who she was, what her struggles were. He would not know her pain, and he did not care to. He was no different to the men who looked down on her, taking her blood as if she were nothing more than a pet to experiment with. But she had advantages, and she knew how to use them.<br/><br/>Now he would really meet the Shifter.<br/><br/>When she opened her eyes once more, they had returned to the solid black they had been when first they met, and she stood up, moving so close to him they were almost touching, invading his personal space. She slowly grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt he had given her, and pulled it up over her head, taking it off to once again bare her body to him. Standing naked in front of him, she again made eye contact, stepping even closer until her breasts brushed up against the breastplate of his armour.<br/><br/>She said nothing, made no move to harm him. She simply stared with those orbs of onyx, a slow smile spreading across her face. Without looking, she threw the sweatshirt into the drivers seat of the Batmobile. A hand rose, slowly, not wanting to alarm him, or make him attack, and grasped the front of his armour. Her grip was gentle, and easy to break, thought it was also surprisingly strong.<br/><br/>With a single fluid movement, she chuckled and pulled him down to her level, reaching up to kiss him fiercely. Her lips locked to his, her temperature having now returned to her norm, which ran slightly higher than others. He was still cold, and his lips felt like ice, and she could only imagine how hot her own lips would feel to him. Her other hand wrapped around  his neck as she pulled his head into her kiss, her body pressing tightly into his cold armour. She moaned very gently at how good he felt against her, her chest vibrating as her hand gripped the armour on the back of his neck tightly. He felt so fucking good, but it was irrelevant. She wasn't doing this merely because she wanted to.<br/><br/>She pulled away from the kiss, though her body still pressed against him and her lips were centimeters away from his. "I see you, Batman. You may be good at your work, but I am good at mine too. We will meet again, and when we do..." She left the sentence unfinished, giving him another smile, slow and seductive. "Goodbye, Batman." She said, pressing her lips against his once more, briefly, before stepping past him.<br/><br/>She stopped a few meters away, looking over her shoulder and giving him a mischievous, even playful, wink before quickly running forward and leaping into the air, shifting into a beautiful Raven and disappearing into the smog of Gotham's night sky.