Catwoman fled.

For a brief moment Catwoman considered getting into his car but she thought Batman trusted her too much. They may be on and off lovers but they could not deny their nature and roles in the ecology of Gotham — she was a master thief and he was the city's dark knight.

"Dammit, Selina," Batman grumbled, climbing out of the Batmobile when Catwoman leapt over a fence.

Her acrobatic finesse would put most gymnasts and parkour athletes to shame as she jumped, slid, rolled, and flipped over fences, dumpsters, and parked cars. She did not bother looking over her shoulder for Batman because she knew he was in close pursuit. "There's only one way to get him off my ass," she muttered to herself, running up to a fire escape. She had expected Batman to greet her at the top of the stairs but the rooftop was deserted, allowing a quick breather before leaping across the alley to the gallery's roof and landing with a forward roll.

"Selina," the Dark Knight said with a rare smile, offering his hand to her.

"Hey handsome," she said, kicking herself up to her feet.

"Returning something you took?"

"It was misplaced," she responded with a wink as she took the gold cat statue from her backpack.

"You do know it's fake..."

"What?!" She checked its weight and metal, she was sure it was solid gold.

"It's real gold," he answered her unspoken question. "It's just not three thousand years old. The real one is safe back at my home."

"You set me up?!" she replied, feeling more betrayed at herself than at him because she could not detect a fake.

Batman extended his hand out again and Catwoman hesitated for a moment before handing him the statuette. "You can keep it after you help me."

"Help you with what?" she asked just as he dove through the skylight opening. She growled and jumped down after him.

"King Tut and his gang," he answered before she fully recovered from landing a twenty foot drop.

"Who?" she inquired as he put the gold cat statue back on its pedestal behind the protection of velvet ropes.

"Exactly. His real name is Victor Goodman. He was a highly regarded professor of Egyptology at Yale University but now he believes himself to be the reincarnation of the Pharaoh Tutankhaten."

"Let me guess: his shtick is anything that's remotely Egyptian, he does riddles like the Sphinx, he escaped from Arkham Asylum, and has a gang."

"Correct."

"Where's the guard?" she inquired while she browsed at the other Egyptian artifacts on exhibit, analyzing their value on the black market.

"I'm fine," the security guard said, stepping out from the shadows. "Thanks for asking."

"One of your Boy Wonders, I assume?" Catwoman sauntered over to the old man and examined his face closely. "Impressive makeup. Sorry about the concussion."

"Don't worry, you didn't even bruise me," Red Robin replied with a voice clearly belonging to a young man in his early twenties.

"Now what?" Catwoman asked.

"We wait," Batman replied in his usual gruff voice. He pointed his grapple gun at the ceiling and flew up to perch on an Egyptian-theme gargoyle conveniently placed above the exhibit. Selina suspected Bruce had a hand in the design of gallery's interior. She shrugged and joined him above on a cat-faced gargoyle.

As a cat burglar, Selina was normally a patient person but this wasn't her mark. She was wondering if even a solid gold cat statue was worth the risk of getting injured, or worse, maimed. She used sign language to ask Batman when King Tut and his gang were suppose to show up. Both had their night vision goggles turned on so they could easily see each other's hand signals.

He stared at his smartphone's display of the security cameras and gestured back, Soon. Then, as if on cue, there was the sound of the security guard knocked **** again.