<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Catwoman</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Watchtower</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Fate</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> G</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Fieriness radiates from the tall man beside her, warming pallor laden with corporeal interest; curiosity catches the Cat. The warmth welcomes her, weighing eyelids rimmed in a smoky black liner until they nearly smolder and sleep encroaches. Her response proffered, procured by environmental stimulus and the immediate vicinity of Fate wafting heat. Yet, the light suddenly strains against timely demise only to surrender, dying down to normalcy once more. The cold doesn't hesitate upon approach, creeping up her spine in goosebumps.  <br/><br/>Complimenting him sparks her smile, glib amused greatly by his speech. <strong>"J'onn didn't show me it, you did. I appreciate the craftsmanship but also the gesture to acknowledge its beauty. It's the thought that counts."</strong> Chosen dialect genuinely inspired, mewling with vitality. Gloved digitus rise laggardly to slide into the gilded counterpart, dwarfed and spurring a wince of pain, but she dares not tarnish his Apollon opulence with ichor covering the other. <br/><br/><strong>"Thank you."</strong><br/><br/>Relishing the moment, as fleeting as they are, she nods. <br/><br/><strong>"Usually I tend to my own... but if it doesn't bother J'onn, sure. I know it is late or early, depending on how you look at it."</strong>  Her head cants left and then right with the latter. She glances about, looking for an indication of some sort of map. <strong>"Though... Uh. Which way do I go to get there?" </strong><br/>  </span></span>