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[catwoman]

Closing the skylight behind her, Catwoman snuck into the luxurious mansion, her eyes sweeping the room for security and for fun little souvenirs to take home. She couldn't go home without a few little bobbles to remind her of what fun she'd have, could she? The dazzling sparkle of a diamond in the stream of moonlight caught her eye, and she admired the necklace for a few moments before silently opening the case. An obese man snored loudly four rooms down, but her hesitation was only momentary before she liberated the jewels from their container. The jewelry box door was silently closed as she put all of the goods in her bag and headed down the hall for more souvenirs.

Ah, the satisfaction of a job well done...

An hour later, she crept back out of the skylight, her lithe form silver under the light of the full moon. The bag was full of delightful surprises for her to sift through back at home, but her senses told her that someone thought they were being sneaky by tailing her. Leaping from the rooftop, she landed three stories higher than the building below, balancing easily on a balcony rail. Her sharp eyes spotted the trailing sneak.

"Won't the mouse come out to play?" she called out, her voice barely audible over the city noise from blocks away.

[William Talbot]

Moving like a shadow, Blaze climbed and jumped, swung and dashed along the roof tops, through the back alleys, until he caught sight of a female figure, dressed in snug, sleek black, almost scantily so, moving along the roof of one of the tallest mansions on the row, which of course peeked his own interest, so he sat out back and watched, his steely blue eyes seeing everything as clear as if it was the early morning light of sunrise, his other senses sharp and alert to movement, sound, smell and emotions...

Soon enough, he moved along behind her, trailing her as she made her escape, the soft tink's of precious items touching helping him track her as much as his sight or sense of smell.


He smiled to himself as he crouched low on the edge of a rooftop, as she called out to him, since there wasn't anyone else out here other then him and her, so he pushed off, and flipped forward, and landed down, crouching low, feet together, hands just in front of them as he looked up at her and tilted his head and smirked at her, his smile, while human, had a wolfish quality to it as he gazed at her and slowly stood to his fullest height and locked his gaze onto hers; "Hmm... Mouse? What mouse?"

He his eyes shimmered lightly in the light of the full moon, his powers near at their peak, straining at this weaker human form as the light of the moon seemed to wash his lightly tanned skin dark with power, his eyes lit and steady, gazing at her like a wolf might gaze at a bobcat that had strayed into the wrong patch of earth at the wrong time.

"Give em' back." he said softly, flatly, and calmly, as he kept his gaze steady on her...

[catwoman]

"Oh, a dog?" she corrected. "That would explain the smell."

Her soft voice was full of sensual teasing. Crouching, she leaped back onto the rooftop. Her sinewy form coiled and uncoiled like a spring as she leapt, exposed by her leathery outfit. She stood from the crouch, her eyes examining the wolf-boy appraisingly. Despite the smell, he wasn't a total loss. The thick musculature of his body almost made up for it. The bag of jewels in her hands, she approached him, her hips rocking back and forth as her feet stepped in a perfectly straight line, one in front of the next. Her dark eyes were full of confidence and laughter.

"You mean these?" she asked, holding up the bag from the folded top. The jewels inside clinked.

He was much larger than she was, easily eight inches taller. His muscles told her that he was probably physically stronger, too, but for all that, she didn't keep wary distance as many might've. She walked right up to him, close enough that she could feel his substantial body heat. Her head was tilted with an alluring smile. His tanned skin was about the color of her own...

[William Talbot]

Blaze arched an eyebrow at her; so it seemed she had a highly developed sense of smell as well. Interesting as that little factoid was, he was still facing down a thief, and that meant

Just as well, she smelled like a big, soft fluffy cat, she moved like a big soft fluffy cat, and thanks to the mask of her, looked much like a big soft fluffy cat. Well, okay maybe not fluffy, but still.


"Hmm, not exactly, but close, and yes, that''s what I was referring to when I said "them". But tell me miss kitty, what do you find so amusing about me?" Will asked as she walked up and seemed to observe him in a very, curious yet playful manner, that made him mildly nervous, but he kept his face calm and cool, his stance still relaxed, feet set under his broad shoulders, hands relaxed at his sides, head slightly tilted at her, his navy and gray jump suit hugging his lean and powerful form as he felt a sudden surge of energy rush up and down his spine, almost like adrenaline, the air suddenly warm and prickly around him.


She was VERY good looking...

[catwoman]

"'Amusing?'" she quoted, her head tilting in the other direction inquisitively. "No, 'amusing' is the wrong word. But boys like you are so much fun!"

Each word seemed to play around her lips before she spoke them, her plump lips still managing to make an almost Cheshire grin in her speech. Her movements were unconciously graceful as she manouvered a little closer, invading his personal space. Not two inches from his face, she looked into his steely eyes, her own dark eyes still playful like a kitten who had found a particularly nice ball of yarn.

"You hero types who take life much too seriously..." she practically purred into his ear, her hand on his muscular torso. "Such a pity you can't just relax and enjoy yourself."

The rippling muscles under her fingers almost made up for putting up with the disgusting dog-scent. Even if he was so tense, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. The bag of jewels fell to the ground as she rubbed her cheek across his chest. Looking back up at him, a small smile spread across her face. The warmth was so nice... She could feel it radiating off of his skin. She seemed to have no qualms about invading personal space, and yet it didn't seem intrusive somehow. She could pull it off without making men uncomfortable.

[William Talbot]

Will's eyebrow arched up even higher, almost to cartoonish proportions as his lips slowly turned up in a faint hint of a smirk, his steel blue eyes still locked on her as she moved right up in front of him, her voice smooth as silk and her eyes dark and sweet like rich thick molasses...

"Boys like me? Hero types who take life much too seriously? Hmm, now that I've been stereo typed by a scantily clad kitty themed thief, I can now die happy..." he mused sarcastically, while planting the ball of his right foot firmly on the rooftop and pulling himself back, dragging his other foot across with a scraping sound as he crossed his arms over his chest, which still held a tingle from the contact.

This was starting to get mildly uncomfortable, but then he also had a sharp tongue, so he figured, why not use it?

"So tell me, are you a cat burglar? You must be, you purr, you dress up like someone from that old Broadway play, "cats" and you rub your cheeks on people like a cat."

Will tilted his head the other way and uncrossed his arms as he tried to size her up again, his eyes going over her slender, lithe form, long legs and sleek curves, an air of flexible, yet strong grace and ease about her, even when she was standing still...

[catwoman]

"Oooh, the doggie has a sense of humour," she crooned. "An unexpected bonus."

She kicked the bag into the air as he pulled away, catching it dextrously. Opening it, she pulled out a single golden necklace and stroked its length. In the moonlight, it glimmered dully and she replaced it in its bag. It was so...pretty. But it would have to wait. There was a silly dog-boy to be avoided. She knew that despite his demeanor, he was a bit flustered, or uncomfortable at the very least. She would work with that. She would push all of his buttons. It was so much fun...

"Now look who's stereotyping," she teased. "But I'll admit it... That is my favorite play."

She was toying with him, and she wasn't about to give up the game. She was having far too much fun...

Her hand stroked the whip coiled at her side.

[William Talbot]

Will's smirk grew, despite the still unsure feeling that tickled up and down his spine, his eyes resting on the outer most curve of her hip, where a whip hung coiled and waiting, her hand brushing over the handle lightly.


Clasping his hands together, Will then laced his fingers and twisted his wrists, setting off a string of loud pops from his fingers and wrists as he pondered what to do, then shrugged at her; "Hmm, not that this discussion on humor and the American theater isn't thrilling and all, but there are going to be some people that will in a matter of hours be very upset to find that some of their stuff is missing. Now would you care to play nice and just put it all back? Or are you going to send them receipts and payment in the mail for all of your shopping there?"

He pointed at the sack and inclined his head at her as he wiggled his jaw back and forth some in thought, unsure what to really make of this sexy, sassy cat girl with the powerful nose...

[catwoman]

"What, I'm not playing nice enough now?" she replied, her tone a gentle teasing. "And here I haven't even unsheathed my claws yet."

Her lips drew together in a pout and she crossed her arms, the diamond tipped claws on her gloves tracing over the taut muscles of her biceps. The wide stance of her legs gave her a dangerous look, despite her playfulness. It was just like a furry feline. They could look and act cute and cuddly, then the next second they were choking the life out of some random squirrel. They had a strange duality about them, playful yet deadly at the same time. Dogs were far more straight forward. There was no stillness before the final leap. They came into battle barking and snarling.

"Oh, I knew it. You're gonna try to take the fun out of it, aren't you?" her face was a mask of mock sadness as she dropped her hands back to her sides.

She stepped toward him again, her eyes roving over him. She pulled the bag up to eye level, offering it, luring him with her eyes. With her reflexes, whether or not he could take it was her decision entirely. If she decided she didn't want to give them up, he was outta luck.

[William Talbot]

Will looked at her, his smirk growing; so it seemed that two could play that game, at least on the surface, but he wasn't stupid, her playful coy attitude was clear and the excited emotions she held where like a gentle nudge in the ribs to him, warning to watch himself.

"Hmmpf, and here I thought you where just out for a playful yet illegal romp through random backyards... All good fun until someone breaks something, am I right?"

He looked her over then eyed the bag, and weighed his options; he was fairly certain that while he might have been faster outright, she likely wasn't a slowpoke by any stretch of the imagination, and she seemed to have enjoyed looking him over, which told him that she was likely attracted to him on some base physical level, and that she likely was good at reading body language, which likely meant, as soon as Will tried to focus himself so that he wouldn't give away his move, she'd catch on to it anyway just by a subtle shift in his feet or shoulders.


Finally breaking out into a full on grin, exposing his razor sharp canines Blaze chuckled lightly as he leaned in slightly and tilted his head around so he could look around the bag at her; "Hmm, a challenge?"

Suddenly, his opposing hand moved and landed right on the outer most curve of her hip, his large strong hand gripping her as his other hand shot up and grabbed her free hand, and he spun around, as if swinging her to some unheard music.

"Shall we dance?" he asked tauntingly, his hands switching faster than frantic heartbeat, his hand now holding her's and the bag in his large, powerful, but gentle grip as he kept moving...


Okay, so it was kind of an off beat and silly plan, but he was guessing that any normal grabs would have been expected, and this way, he could now put her off balance, and switch the tables...

[catwoman]

"Very cute," she teased. "Let's dance."

Her claws dug into his hand for a moment before she molded her leathery form to his body, a purr rumbling in her throat. Her tongue traced his throat, from his collar bone to halfway to his jaw. Her foot was still on the ground, and manouvering deftly, she slipped out of his grip and between his legs to reappear just behind him. Her whip was in her hand, and a loud crack proved it unfurled. The bag remained in her other hand. Twirling the whip over her head, she whipped another resounding crack, her teasing smile still on her face.

"You've got no rhythm in your soul," she tsked. "I can't dance with someone like you."

There was a little steel in her voice, though her eyes were still gentle and teasing. He was a clever boy, this one. Unfortunately for him, she knew exactly the game he was playing. She liked to play it herself. He knew of her reflexes and her coordination, so he tried a tactic that would get a reaction more hormonal than anything else. Naughty boy...

[William Talbot]

Will didn't even wince as her razor like claws dig into the first few layers of his skin, but he did note that she was moving to a vastly different beat. Still her lick up his neck and her pressing into him did distract him just enough that when she moved suddenly, William's plan slipped because his hand slipped.

Still her reaction was mostly expected, in a sense, so when she started cracking that whip, he shot his hand up and grabbed the end, letting it wrap around his forearm, as he smirked at her, his other hand still holding the bag, although it was the bottom now rather than the top like he had grabbed at first.

"Hmm, oh I got rhythm, but I think we dance to two separate tunes." he said before deftly twisting around, and pulling her closer, his grip on the sack switching for a moment before he jumped over her and twisted, his face passing mere inches from her own, his body turning in such a way so he would land facing her, but if she didn't let go of either the whip or the sack, she would find herself running out of maneuvering room, and fast...

[catwoman]

The feline woman leapt into the air at about the same time as he was landing, flipping and twisting so that she wouldn't be trapped with him at her back and her arms wrapped around herself. The leather twisted, but the bag was wrenched from his grasp and she held it behind her at arm's length, still grasping the whip and holding the pose which put her hip on his own... A smile still pulled at her lips. She was loving the gleam in his steel blue eyes, the mischievous look tempered by a single-minded determination to get the jewelry back from her. He was so much fun!

"But don't the songs go well together?" she laughed.

She was surprised she'd never met this boy before. After all, Jump was considered the third stupidest place to commit a crime, after Metropolis and Gotham City, because of all of the powerful vigilantes who frequented the region. Still, she'd heard rumours of another catwoman who tormented the Batman despite that. In the same way, she disregarded what was considered common sense for other criminals. She was confident that she could handle it, just as the other Catwoman did. She wasn't going to accept a leash from anyone, no matter how powerful. Freedom was her power.

"And what can I call my eloquent dance partner?" she inquired, her white teeth showing in her smile.

[William Talbot]

Will now openly smirked at her and her deft maneuver, the unexpected turn catching his vice like grip in the one way all grips where weak, and that was forcing his thumb up and back at the same time. No matter how strong one was, or how weak the person you where holding was, just enough pressure, at just the right angle and that was the end of it.


He looked down into her eyes, his own steely blues faintly glowing, both from the moonlight and his powers simmering up some, and he leaned in and whispered in a soft deep voice to her; "I've had a few names, some given, some chosen, but you can call me Blaze, the Angelic Werewolf..."
With a sudden wink and smile, he darted his face in and deftly planted a light, playful kiss on her cheek, right next to her lips before he pulled back and contorted himself in a kind of combo move that was part sweep kick, part back twisting spin, and part cartwheel, his hand reaching for the bag as he wrapped more of her whip around his forearm, in a sense, reeling her in...


If she was going to play all coy and teasing, he'd play along, and even push it some, if it meant he could get that bag back, or get her to return the items, which he was betting on, if of course he could earn her respect.

Hopefully.

"And what might you're name be, miss sassy n' savvy?" he asked as he spun away then pulled, knowing that the momentum would force her back close to him.

[catwoman]

"Catwoman, of course," she said, tilting her head. "Isn't it obvious?"

She flipped easily over the kick to untwist the whip, her mask's ears barely skimming over his leg. As much as she didn't want to let go of her whip, she did anyway as he tried to pull her in. One of the benefits of using a whip was that so few people could use them effectively. Even if she lost it in battle, it couldn't be used against her. And if someone did know how to use it, her reflexes and experience would save her. While the tip moved faster than the speed of sound, the force had to flow through the rest of its length, and her eyes could track where it was headed and dodge accordingly.

More importantly, she wasn't going to let Blaze have this kind of control over her. No one controlled Catwoman.

"You know..." she mused, "Wolves are an awful lot like dogs with a bad attitude. The difference in scent is very minor."

She was onto his game. He knew she could outmanouver him, so he was trying to limit her range of motion. It might've worked, too, if she didn't know what he was doing. Catwoman liked this wolf, despite the smell. He had a good instinct for fighting, and moved a little less clumsily than the other men she had fought. And then there was that enjoyable banter... She hadn't seen someone who could quip so well as this since she'd fought Tom Lone.