"I don't like broken records." Catwoman nearly pouted, he could hear it in her voice, but there was also a sliver of playfulness. What was a Gotham night without a little fun? She seemed to relax, stepping toward him without caution and lightly ran a finger down his jawbone. "They call me Catwoman. If you haven't heard of me, I can understand. You got a funny man to worry about, don't you?"
She looked up at him with a soft smile. Batman would be able to tell she was studying him. Not looking for the man behind the mask, but trying to find a crack in his armor. Even the dark knight wasn't perfect, despite how hard he might try.
[OOC: No problem! It's a busy time of the year, anyway!]