<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=147365.msg6690653#msg6690653">Quote from: Saphir on 01-08-2012, 23:34:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tim laughed a little at her quick glance and then the double take. She probably was thinking that he was still the angry young man in middle school looking to prove to Bruce that Batman needed a Robin. It was strange, everyone was doing that recently, had he really changed that drastically? Jeez all that happened was his hair got longer, he got taller, and he picked up a little extra training when Bruce declared that he and Dick had to follow the path of training he took to become Batman. He didn't think it caused much of a change but thanks to observations made by others apparently it did.<br/><br/>She challenged his detective skills and he accepted it. "Well since you're already in swim wear and it already being damp means you got here before a lot of us which means air travel and with your record, the TSA would have locked you down. So, that meant you could have paid them off, but you're going to an all expenses paid vacation you wouldn't need to carry a lot of cash on you which could only mean... You got into the spirit of Herogasm a little early." Ah the beauty of deduction, 'thanks Sherlock' he thought. He have her a sly smile after his breakdown of her arrival, he could be wrong but he didn't trian under the worlds greatest detective for nothing. His head turned to follow her as she circled him like a predator ready to pounce.<br/><br/>"What? Can a hero not come over and say high to a beautiful woman? Even if she does have record."<br/>