She wasn't hiding from him. Not really. She was simply observing him from her own little space, preferring, like any other cat, to be seen only when she wanted to be seen. It was her way, a self preservation, if you will: Go get seen when you're ready to go get seen. A rule of survival that she was relatively good at. But then again, cats were just damn good at surviving, weren't they? Nine lives. And she liked to think that she hadn't used up even one of those lives yet. She was probably lying to herself, but nobody would be smart enough to be able to see that little lie for what it truly was. Except for Batman. Maybe. Batman saw everything you didn't want him to see.
Catwoman wondered if this Batman would be any different. With her luck, he would be exactly the same.
He was smaller than the Batman she knew, and his costume was so different that it made her curious enough to look at it twice, but not different enough for her to mistake the person wearing it for being anything other than a Bat. Or an imposter. But she didn't think so.
Moving out of the shadows, graceful as water, Catwoman swept her eyes over him, mindlessly tapped a finger against the whip in her left hand.
"But I thought little boys enjoyed a game of hide and seek?" Her voice came out a purr, playful, non threatening.