The night was damp and chill, fall creeping into the once warm summer nights like a creeping vine. Slinking along the shadowy wall of an alley, Selina Kyle – better known to the city of Gotham as Catwoman – made her way deeper into the industrial district. Somewhere in one of the surrounding warehouses, most of them abandoned, she was hoping to find the reality of a rumor she'd recently heard circulating. Creeping out of the shadows of one building, she slipped through the downed cyclone fencing and made a mad dash on swift feet through the open lot. It was nothing to scale the fence on the other side and then she was right back in the shadows. So far, she felt nothing: no prickle of scalp, no urge to go another direction. Frustrated, Selina blew a long hard breath out through her nose and paused to glance about her. She couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. A sensation that made her skin crawl and her proverbial hackles rise.