Batwoman checks with the best thief she knows.

“This isn’t your normal haunt.”

Catwoman didn’t jump when Batwoman snuck up on her, not any more. A jolt of adrenaline still surged through her body, her knuckles tightened near her whip, but she no longer gave her sometimes-ally, sometimes-enemy the satisfaction of seeing her panic. She only smirked, assuming Batwoman could hear it in her voice. “And what is?”

“Penthouses. Art shows. Museums.”

“You make me sound so predictable.” She stood from her perch at the top of the fire escape and stretched, deliberately teasing every curve packed into her tight black catsuit. Batwoman never reacted, but she liked to imagine the fantasies she triggered in the emotionless hero’s head. “Isn’t this what we good guys do? Scout, patrol, keep watch for—oh, interesting.”

Batwoman’s eyes narrowed as Catwoman caught sight of the amulet resting against her cleavage. “Look familiar?”

Catwoman’s eyes, though, weren’t on the jewelry. They preferred the ample chest, secure inside a plain sports bra. “I wish. If I could get my hands on…” Now she spotted the artifact, and a dozen ways to tease the half-naked superheroine fell by the wayside. Batwoman’s luscious breasts, her iron-clad stomach, her panties peeking from the rolled-down waist of her pants, they just didn’t matter any more. The amulet itself, however, that was interesting. “If I could get my hands on that little trinket, I can think of a half-dozen people who would be willing to pay a real premium for it.”

“I bet.”

“Collectors, honey. All on the up-and-up.” She took a deep breath as her zipper slid down to her navel, letting the cool night air finally flow into the confines of her suit. She peeled it off, never breaking the flow of conversation even as the black spandex gave way to carefully-maintained skin. “My days of finding fences are behind me.”

Batwoman didn’t glance down, not even to take note of the bra and panties Catwoman kept under her catsuit—lacy, sexy, elegant, and far more impractical than she would have worn herself. “So you’ve said.”

Catwoman’s bra fell over the edge of the fire escape, wafting to the alley below. She spread her arms and tilted her hips, the same casual flirting she always used with Batwoman, thought it took on another tone when her gloves and her cat-ear headpiece were the only adornments she wore above the waist. “Are you just here to tease me? Or did you and your floating friend have something else to say?”

Finally she got a reaction from the caped crusader, a small grunt. Catwoman had heard Supergirl mumbling before Batwoman had said a single word, and if she had looked up she would have seen a flying blond girl wearing only boots and a miniskirt, which might have led to a very different conversation. But as it was, none of the flesh before her merited her attention, nor did either of her ostensible allies say anything when she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them off her legs along with the remains of her uniform. It was just a normal conversation on a normal night in Gotham, with the abnormal result of Batwoman begrudgingly acknowledging Catwoman’s well-honed senses. “Do you recognize this amulet?”

“Hmm…” She stepped out of her boots and bent full at the waist, putting her face inches from Batwoman’s tits and sticking her ass out far more than necessary. “Not right away. I’m guessing Greek, and old. But it doesn’t ring any bells.”

“If you had a piece like this, how would you try to sell it?”

“Hypothetically?”

“Hypothetically.”

“I wouldn’t. It’s not blingy enough for me to pass it off without attaching a story to it. I’d have to have a buyer lined up first, which means I’d need somebody who wanted this in particular. Whoever stole this wasn’t looking for a random score, they were looking for this specifically.”

“I didn’t say it was stolen.”

“You didn’t have to.” Catwoman’s fingers traced up Batwoman’s bare arm and dipped into her cleavage, but neither they nor their onlooker noticed the extra skin-on-skin contact. “Sorry, I’m afraid you and the Girl of Steel are on your own here.”

“We’ll figure something out. Have fun ‘keeping watch’.”

“I intend to.” She turned away and leaned over the railing, softly swaying her rear as she watched the street. She knew Batwoman probably wasn’t checking her out when she disappeared into the night. But it was nice to pretend.