@im-brooklynx
she knew it was risky to stay on the rooftop longer than needed - but she couldn’t help herself. she had waited so long and took such care in getting the little statue that she wanted to take a moment to really appreciate her work. the statue was small, a paperweight really, but it was made of a beautiful jade and cut like a tiger. some relic from a time long ago for an old family. or at least - it used to be a relic from an old family. now it was hers. it weighed more than she expected it to - but she loved it all the same. she knew exactly where she would keep it. claws gently danced along the edge of the stone, taking in the minute details of the carvings and played with the shine in the stone under the lights.
it took her a month to track it down, another month to pinpoint where it was going to end up. a week to case the place, and to set up a plan. and now, at long last, it was all hers. now she just had to get back home to Gotham - wait. she knew that shadow. that form. those stupid ears, that soft flap of leather barely audible over the sound of passing cars on the street below, the thick shoulders. he was here. he was cutting her off before she even got back to Gotham. no. no she was not letting him take this trinket away from her. not now - not ever.
she reacted out of instinct, waiting till it felt right before she struck, twisting and kicking her leg out sharply and aiming for his face. a soft hiss rising from her chest as she used him as a spring board, stuffing the statue into her bag. “you aren’t stopping me this time Bats - I earned this fair and.... square?” her head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing in confusion. “alright - well. who are you?”
