Re: [eddie/steph/cat steal a heart]
Cat trusted Steph, and she didn't look over her shoulder even once while the trusty blonde was taking out goons like she was getting a manicure on the weekend. It was old times, and there was one thing to be said for all of Bruce's little flock: They were amazing in a fight. Cat, she preferred the solitary heist, but there was always the occasional thrill that came from fighting alongside some beautifully choreographed ass kicking, and this? This absolutely counted.
She whistled at the boomerang deal-closer. Nice move, kitten, and then she looked to Eddie. Oh, Cat's claws were itching to just take that cap and run, because she was, after all, a thief at heart. The instinct was grab, run, escape, laugh and drape yourself in diamonds once it was all done. But this, this wasn't her heist, and she looked at the mastermind in his vintage green glow.
He gave instructions, and she nodded like a good little kitten.
But, oh, thrill, and the man of the hour arrived. Cat hated governments, really, all of them, and this man was a perfect personification of all the whys. And, as Eddie indicated, when he came, and when Eddie grinned, Cat went for the cap.
It was easy, of course, with Eddie and Stephanie handling the onslaught, but there was still a perverse pleasure in closing her claws on it. She pulled it to her, and she didn't linger there, because that would just be foolish. As the fight carried on, she flipped over threats and obstacles, whipped herself from robin's blue to robin's blue, and she didn't stop until she encountered a pane of glass, a window, something she could slice through with her claws. The cap was tucked into her belt now, latch-snickt closed and against her hip, and the glass melted like butter beneath her perfectly sharpened claws.
Oh, she was absolutely rekindling an itch, and she already knew there would be a sparkling new suit in her future. Glass cut, Cat kicked out the glass to the ground below, and she dove out in a perfectly executed flip.