King Tut and his goons arrived.

Catwoman wondered if villains hired their goons from an agency because every single one of them that she had ever encountered had the intelligence, strength, and grace of the brick wall. King Tut's mooks, dressed in linen tunics and skirts, barely made any attempts to be stealthy as they barged into exhibition room like rampaging bulls. A fat man, wearing a gold fake goatee, a blue Khepresh crown, and a bronze tunic, trailed behind the dozen men.

"Be careful, fools! These artifacts are priceless!" King Tut yelled at his men as they grabbed the exhibits and placed them in carrying cases. "Especially the golden cat statue!"

When? Catwoman hand signalled to Batman.

Soon. When everything is stored in the cases, he signed back.

Fine, she replied back.

They patiently waited several minutes as they observed the thugs pack away the gallery's exhibition. Now, Batman gestured before he leapt down on two unsuspecting brutes. What Catwoman lacked in physical strength she made it up with agility and finesse -- she leapt on the back of one goon, wrapping her legs around his neck, and flung him to the ground.

"Get them!" King Tut screamed at the remaining thugs, who dropped the cases and lunged at Batman and Catwoman. The fat villain, believing his men got Batman's attention, grabbed the case with the golden cat statue and turned towards the exit. However, Red Robin, out of his security guard disguise and in his vigilante outfit, blocked King Tut's escape.

"I believe that belongs to the gallery," Red Robin observed, pointing his bo staff at the case King Tut was holding.

"I'm just holding it for its security," the villain answered, looking around for a henchman who could help him, "with all the **** around here."

"Sit," the young hero ordered, poking the fat villain in the belly with his staff and pushed him to the floor. Before jumping into the fray, Red Robin picked up the case and flung it at a thug who was about to punch Catwoman, knocking the man out cold. It did not take long for three to subdue the remaining goons and vanish right before the GCPD to arrived.

"You never stick around to give a statement to the police?" Catwoman joked, tying up the last of the **** thugs.

"Do you?" Batman replied dryly.

"Touche!" she said as she removed the cat statue from the case and stuffed it into her backpack.

"Are you letting her take that, Batman?" Red Robin asked his mentor.

"It's her payment for helping us," the Dark Knight responded, ignoring Selina sticking her tongue out.

"We didn't need her help," the young man scoffed.

"I do," Batman scolded as he pointed his grapple gun to the skylight. "We're done here. Go back on patrol."

"You're welcome," Red Robin muttered under his breath after Batman and Catwoman climbed up to the rooftop.

Catwoman poked her head into the skylight window and yelled down, "Oh! Thank you, sweetie, for saving me!" She blew him a kiss before disappearing again.

"You're going to make him soft," Batman said gruffly.

"But I'm going to make you hard," she purred, pressing her body against his armored form. She grabbed his ballistic groin cup and giggled.