"I was wondering why it felt like there were eyes on me." Though her gaze doesn't peel away from the twinkling lights of the lively downtown life of the crime stricken Gotham; causing neon lights to dance in the reflection of her green-blue eyes. She's surprised she's caught any attention with most of the chaos that goes down nightly in the city, and knowing her parents movements made it easy for her to misbehave if she so chose to. She blames her mothers wild side for her tendency to deify their wishes. Finally she decides to turn around, if he's here to bust her there's very little she can do besides turning tail and run which was not in her blood.
"What are you doing here in Gotham, sparky? I didn't think this was your usual gig." Slowly she stands up from her crouched position, still a good half a foot, if not more, shorter than him at least even in her stilettos. Her get-up is fairly similar to her name-sakes, a skin-tight black suit with a small black domino mask adoring her face with her hair pulled tight into a high ponytail and a headband with cat ears keeping any strands that may come loose from falling in her face. "If you came here to site see I'd hate to tell you that you came to the wrong city, ya know unless crime and blood are your kinda thing."
