Batman listened to Catwoman speak with interest. She was fascinating and he wanted to learn more and more about her. The fact that she pointed out the glaring difference in their personalities was astounding. Clearly she was well versed in some form of psychology and she had pinpointed him very accurately. He was impressed to say the least. It made Batman more and more attracted to her, which was both good and bad. Good because the prospect of being with her was great, bad because she did not seem to want to be tamed in the slightest as he was soon to find out.<br/><br/>The lone claw under his chin created the smallest of divots as he was forced to tilt his head up, their lips so close he could almost taste her. Her words gave him hope, a common goal, but different methods is what bothered him the most. The small shove with the claw caused a small slice, nothing more as his head was forced to turn slightly. The way she lifted him off his knees was impressive. Her strength was at least equal to his own, she didn't seem to struggle too much to lift him, and with the suit he was just over the 300 pound mark. Using the whip to do so tightened it around his frame and made it hard to breathe, but he was not left gasping for air. The utility belt again left on the ground farther from his reach.<br/><br/>"I can see the differences you spoke of," he started to break the silence, "and I am glad you have noble intentions. It is nice to have someone who wants to help clean up like I do, but you have to keep your emotions in check. No killing, that is my rule, and if you do kill you will become my focus. If you get in my way I will come after you." Perhaps his chouce of words could be better thought out, but this was his ingrained speech for if a potential partner ever popped up and she seemed like a potential one for sure.