It wasn't even that you worked or lived in an especially bad part of town. At least, not anymore. Your recent raise and promotion finally allowed you to afford a decent apartment and move out of the slums near the Narrows. Still, all of Gotham City could be dangerous, especially after dark. If you hadn't needed the money so much to make sure you weren't evicted and forced to go back to the slums, you would have turned down the overtime in favor of getting safely back to your home before nightfall.
Unfortunately that wasn't the case, and you were tense the entire subway ride, and even more nervous walking these last few blocks from the station to your apartment building.
You hadn't seen anyone since getting off the train, but now you were startled by the sound of frantic footsteps running up behind you.
You were more surprised than scared when you turned around to immediately recognize the notorious thief known as Catwoman.
She was dressed in a catsuit made of stitched together pieces of leather, including her cat-eared mask and cowl. Her piercing blue eyes and blood red lips stood out from her milky white face in the pale moonlight. A leather whip was coiled on her hip and she was clutching a canvas bag.
You'd been afraid of encountering a dangerous criminal, but, according to Catwoman's reputation, she was dangerous only to the finances of those much wealthier than you. She was known to be a stealthy operator who went out of her way to not physically harm anyone while committing her heists. At least not seriously.
You noticed she was coming from the direction of the museum and that her gait wasn't exactly graceful, like she was dealing with an injury. The bag slipped out of her hand and several priceless jewels from the museum's latest exhibit poured out.
She hadn't seemed to notice you yet, and as she struggled to pick her loot back up and stick it back in her bag, a crazy part of you wanted to run over and help her. Another part of you said you should quit gawking at her and get out of there before she realized you were a witness and you had to gamble on her reputation of not wanting to hurt innocent civilians.
Catwoman had her bag securely clutched in her fist again and was limping closer to you now, grimacing as she clutched part of her hip. You could hear approaching police sirens.
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