Under normal circumstances, Turk wouldn’t have minded being tied up by a babe like Catwoman. Under normal circumstances, Turk might’ve liked it too. Her smile was delicious, her curves were outta this world and he didn’t have to see her face to know she was outta this world. However, when Catwoman was standing right next to the Batman as if they were buddies, well that was bound to ruin the mood.

“Look I ain’t talking,” Turk said. “You can do whatever you want with me but I ain’t gonna…”

Batman walked over to him and raised a fist.

“FALCONE MADE A DEAL WITH SOME BIG TIME NEW YORK BOSS!” Turk cried. “DON’T KNOW NOTHING BOUT HIM. JUST MANAGED TO SQUEEZE MY WAY THROUGH THANKS TO SOME FRIENDS OF MINE!”

“That’s not what we want Turk,” Catwoman said, walking to him with her hips swaying. She ran a finger through his cheek causing Turk to perk up. “Carmine Falcone. Where is he? How did he get the money to buy those weapons?”

“How bout you let me unzip that suit of yours? Maybe then I’ll talk,” Turk said with a grin.

“Sure thing,” Catwoman said, running her hand over his cheek. “But I’ll have you know my partner over there doesn’t like it when I waste time and he can get a little violent.”

Catwoman placed a hand by Turk’s thigh and as if to prove a point she turned to Batman. “What bone is this, Batman?”

“The tibia,” Batman said. “One of the easiest bones to break in the human body.”

Turk gulped.

“Now Turk if you’re not clear about where our good friend Carmine is getting the money,” Catwoman tensed her fingers. Turk yelped.

“Okay, okay,” Turk said. “I get it. I get it.”

“Talk,” Batman said, cracking his knuckles.

“Alright, alright,” Turk said. “Now I don’t know much but after his deal with the Kingpin, Falcone got in touch with his black-market contacts. He didn’t have enough funds thanks to…”

Turk stared at Batman. If Batman was proud of his work he didn’t show it.

“So, he got around contacting somebody,” Turk said. “Now I don’t know who that somebody is but he smuggles stuff to Falcone for a fee, valuable stuff.”

“Does this party have any names?” Batman said. “Any distinguishing features?”

“And why should I tell you that…?”

Catwoman pointed at his leg.

“I don’t have much in terms of specifics,” Turk said. “Hell, I’m at the bottom of the ladder, way at the bottom. But the guy he deals with, from what I heard he calls himself the Cat.”

Catwoman’s face paled. No way, that couldn’t be. He was still alive? What the hell was going on.

“Now that’s all I know,” Turk whimpered. “Please don’t break my bones.”

“I have to go,” Catwoman said, putting on her most convincing smile. “Thanks Turk. Batman.”

Batman and Turk’s conversation trailed off into the distance as Catwoman climbed the roof. She was about to put some distance between her and the building when Batman appeared in front of her, causing her to stumble back.

“You got your answers, right?” Catwoman said. “Our deal is over.”

Catwoman walked to the side but Batman stood in front of her. “You know something about The Cat, don’t you?”

Dammit, how did he notice? She figured there was no use lying to him. “Yes I do. But that’s a personal issue and it’s none of your business.”

Catwoman took a running start but Batman tugged at her arm and pulled her back. She scratched at him but Batman dodged.

“Saving lives is my business,” Batman said. “If you have information that helps and you’re purposefully withdrawing it, that makes you a criminal.”

“Not a very open-minded guy, are you?” Catwoman said.

“Tell me now,” Batman said. “Or else.”

Catwoman claws snapped out of their gloves. “I’m more than capable of taking you on, big boy.”

Batman lunged at her, Catwoman dodged. He threw Batarangs, Catwoman managed to dodge most of them. The last one scratched her cheek. She didn’t have time to touch the wound, Batman went in for a punch to her stomach. Catwoman returned with a kick across his face. He punched, she ducked, she swiped her arm he ducked. Their bodies were locked in a dance of action and reaction and Catwoman had seen him fight enough to understand how he moved but so did he.

She scratched him across the cheek. “Payback.”

Batman ignored the pain, grabbing her arm and landing a knee to her stomach causing her to fall on the floor. Catwoman twisted around, wrapping her legs around his body and using her body weight to toss him to the floor.

Catwoman unwrapped her legs. She didn’t want to fight him; he was just doing his job. She just needed to get back home and plan her next move. She sprinted away but she felt a rope wrap around her heel and pull her down.

“Tell me about the Cat Syndicate,” Batman said walking towards her. “Or I’ll make you.” Catwoman grabbed onto the edge of the building, claws appeared from her gloves and she swiped at the rope. Batman lunged at her but Catwoman pulled some smoke pellets she snatched from his belt and threw them to the ground.

Batman burst out of the smoke but Catwoman had already disappeared.