<div align="center">(http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt99/Tifaret/stuff/blackcat_icon.png)<br/><strong>Felicia Hardy</strong></div>As she turned to set her towel back down, Felicia could hear the foot steps of someone approaching. All thanks to Dr. Strange's magic tampering of her probability powers, she had been given the senses of an actual cat which have proven to be extremely beneficial in her line of work and she didn't have to rely on as much gadgetry as before. There was no need for her to turn around to identify the young man, she caught his scent immediately and it registered as one of Batman's boys. Not the acrobat or the living dead one, but the third boy wonder. Little boy.<br/><br/>She froze in her movement still bent before him while throwing a quick glance over her shoulder, tempted to tell him to that this was no place for a middle schooler. Though cat got her tongue ( no pun intended ) to see that Timothy Drake wasn't the little bird wonder she recalled anymore and that he had grown up. Very nicely she would admit. First Nightwing and now him, Felicia had to give the Bat props. He really did know how to pick his side kicks that would grow up to be  impressively attractive. "You're the detective. Figure it out." She gave hint of a smirk.<br/><br/>Standing upright the thief and sometimes vigilante finally turned to face her new company and did nothing to hide her eyes wandering over his frame. "So did you just wander over here just to give me the Third Degree or was there something else you wanted?" she asked resting a finger to her chin as she began to slowly circle him.