Breaking into Gotham Museum

"Hmm... I did have some business I wanted to take care of but after seeing you dressed like this I think I have a new plan."

Selina smirked mischievously. She held Damian's chin up to face her with her index finger.

"How's about you and I pay a visit to the Gotham Museum?"

"Gotham Museum? What, you want us to go on one of your petty heists?"

"Mmm... something like that. Come on..." She took a step towards the exit but she paused. When Damian went to follow her, he nearly broke his neck on the heels he was wearing.

"How do you do anything in these? Let alone fight?"

"Takes practice, hon."

"Can't I just take them off?"

"Pfft. No way. They complete the outfit. I'll show you how to walk in them."

Selina took a minute to give her new protégé a crash course in high heels. Damian struggled as expected but his assassin's instincts allowed him to get the hang of balancing in them rather quickly. She had to go over cartwheeling, sticking the landing, and that sort of thing, all while sticking the landing without breaking his neck. Damian thought this training was absurd, this whole ordeal was. Once his training had completed, he now walked in a similar fashion to Selina, swaying his hips and whatnot. The main difference was he was smaller and the only hips he had were from the padding the chamber attached to his costume. He looked more like a 16 year old girl instead of a 13 year old boy.

"What if I don't want to waste my time helping a known criminal thieve shiny rocks?"

Damian frowned.

"I mean, you could just wait here until your daddy gets home and then you can explain to him how you tried to go out behind his back? Being dressed like a girl is just a bonus. Hell, you might even make the brooding bat smile? Joker would be jealous."

"Alright, fine!" Damian snapped. "Let's just go and get this over with..."

Selina smiled. "Glad you're seeing things my way. Oh, and I know you probably already know this but while we are out in town, stick to the fake names, m'kay Catgirl?"

Damian cringed at being referred to by that name.

"Fine... whatever you say, Catwoman..."

"We're heading out. Cya, Al!"

Catwoman waved at the elderly butler that sat near the Batcomputer with a cup of tea in one hand and a copy of the Gotham Gazette in the other. He was idly reading as he sat there.

"Have fun, ladies. Stay out of trouble..." he briefly looked up from his newspaper then looked back down shaking his head with a smirk.

"Has he been there the entire time?"

"You know, for an ex-assassin, you really don't pay attention to your surroundings. Who do you think let me in?"

Selina rolled her eyes.

"Come on..."

While the Dark Knight was throwing hands with about 17 of the Joker's goons simultaneously, Catwoman was on the prowl with the newly named Catgirl. Damian was having a hard time traversing the rooftops of Gotham in his new getup. Who would have thought that high heeled parkour was harder than regular parkour? He eventually started to keep up with Selina, having to mimic her movements just to maneuver in her costume.

The two felines crept along the roof of the Gotham Museum, peering down through the skylight.

"Listen up, kitty. I'm only gonna say say this once."

She caught Catgirl's attention.

"The Museum closed about an hour ago. All that's left is a couple of guards. The security system is what we're worried about. Its only gotten more advanced with every time I hit this place."

"Returning to the scene of the crime? More than once?"

"What? I can't help it. I feel like a little girl in a candy shop when I'm in there. Anyways, we're after one item in particular."