The sleek, voluptuous form of Catwoman stood in the middle of her apartment; under a new name, at least in the books. On the street she was still Selina Kyle, the animal rights activist bombshell blonde - and by night, the mysterious and seductive Catwoman.
Jewel-clawed finger traced the outline of a new line of jewels, just shipped into Gotham's jewelry store. "Mmmmrrr. Momma needs a new pair of earrings.. Its a purrfect opportunity. Dont you think so, Miss Kitty?" Bloodred lips were licked, leather costume already on.
Quickly grabbing her bullwhip, she slinked out the penthouse balcony with a feirce meow goodbye to her precious kittens; off to a midnight shopping spree..