" you're not even my ... target " catwoman struggles in his grip, jamming a retractable claw into the gap in his armor, at the wrist. using his flinch to escape from his hold entirely. (4taking)
bruce doesn’t chase after her as she maneuvers out of his hold. if anything, he’s just glad she didn’t try to swipe at him. “do i even want to know who your target is?” he’s a little more… irritable than usual tonight. stopping jewel thieves is the least of his problems, but the papers have been constantly on his back about it to the point it’s starting to affect him. bruce thinks about the possible real crimes going on in the city, someone actually needing his help and he’s stuck dealing with a cat and her sticky paws. “just take your business elsewhere. gotham has enough problems as it is.”












