Catwoman got into the car.

Catwoman eyed Batman suspiciously as she contemplated if she should flee again. Every time she had been caught by him he had let her go at the cost of her "borrowed" goods. More than a few times they gave into their carnal instincts, that was a price she was willing to pay.

Catwoman sighed and removed her small backpack. "Where are we going, Bruce?" she asked after closing the door behind her.

"Back to the gallery to return the statue," Batman answered gruffly, reversing the car out of the alley.

"..."

"It's a fake."

"What?! How do you know?" she asked, taking out the gold cat statue from her backpack and examined it. It felt heavy and looked like real gold.

"Because the real statue is safe in my home," he answered with a rare smile.

"You set me up?" she exclaimed, feeling betrayed.

"No, I was waiting for someone else."

"Who?" she asked, curious who he wanted to catch more than her.

"King Tut."

"Who?"

"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," Batman answered, turning the Batmobile into an alley several blocks from the gallery, not to close to alert any of King Tut's goons. "You can keep the statue. It may be a fake but it's still solid gold."

"Oh!" Selina smiled and put the golden cat back into her backpack.

"After you help me take down King Tut and his gang," he said, getting out of the sleek armored car.

"Fine, it's a deal," she responded, leaping up the fire escape after the Dark Knight. The two of them jumped and swung from rooftop to rooftop back towards the gallery.

"I guess you want me to return the statue where I found it?" Selina said as she leapt down from the skylight and landing gracefully and silently as her namesake animal. Catwoman lashed out her whip and closed the ceiling window after Batman glided down quietly like his totem animal.

"Yes, please."

"Where's the guard?" she wondered, hesitantly placing the gold cat statue back on its pedestal behind the protection of velvet ropes.

"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 while she browsed at the other Egyptian artifacts on exhibit, analyzing their value on the black market.

"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.