Dru could recall when he had waited for Kitten to have fallen into sleep before he would sneak out most nights in Moth getup that was quite a bit more colourful and “ridiculous” or so he was told so much by so many. That was the point, but the constant criticism ad the following reluctance to be associated with the older version of Killer Moth led to the move to dark purple and subtle green with a bit more of an armoured design. It stayed that way when he realized it was more the action that got attention and less the costume. Especially when there already so many other brightly coloured crooks like him following the trend. Some nights they even did his job for him.

Exact opposite of the garb he was now currently wearing in tandem with the commissioner's daughter as they drove down a well-lit street in Gotham’s Business District. A lot of hustle and bustle, but the grey maintenance van Barbara brought was too common a sight to be worth much attention. The drive was quiet. Both of them were too absorbed in thinking about their own expectations for the plan. They were both clear on what to do once they reached their target. He would check the window and she would check the wires.

At first, Dru wasn’t certain about her having that part of the job until she proved she knew how those kinds of alarms worked when she told him all she knew about them. Which was pretty much everything. That knowledge coming from Catwoman rather than Batman was a surprise. It seemed to only make a tiny bit more sense when she explained that she was only taught the basic alarm disabling. Bank breaking was not something her mentor had in mind for any of the capes within his group. Yet, he was able to get into places with equal, if not, higher levels of security from what he heard within the circles of rogues he used to be involved in. Barbara explained that he had “trust issues”.

Considering the circumstances, it seemed that eh was not the only one.

“Here’s the spot. Try and pretend you don’t have a moth signal for tonight.”

Dru chuckled at the suggestion as the van made it’s way into an alley. Just a few buildings away from their destination.

“I’ll try, but you probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

The couple remove the seat belts away from themselves before Barbara opens the glove compartment. Her spandex laden, slender fingers move inside and pulled out two pieces of dark spandex that seemed equally as thin as the catsuits, but much smaller. She takes one of them from her and uses the other to present it to Dru. It wasn’t entirely clear to him what it was at first until he adjusted his eyes in the dark to see the outline of a thin, somewhat oval shape in her hand. The only opening it seemed to have was the large, rectangle shaped hole. Dru had worn enough of these in his delinquent teen days and infant phase of his criminal career to recognize it as a simple ski mask coloured the same dark blue as their skintight suits were. Though he could not say that he wore one made of spandex before.

“Put it on. You’re still supposed to be a hero, recall?”

Wordlessly, he takes it and pulls it over his head while Barbara follows suit with her own. It was a tight fit, but not suffocating. The mask hugged his face so much that the shape and most details of his nose and lips were easily visible as if painted over. He looks to the side and sees the redhead just finishing with adjusting her own mask. He found that it had the same tight effect on her face as it did with him. The top of her head was still topped with the bun shape despite it being under cover. That along with the glasses she still wore made appear as though she was a librarian moonlighting as a ninja using her skills for thieving.

It was an unconventional way to look attractive, but Dru could scarcely think of her being in anything more tantalising apart from the various kinds of lingerie she wore during some of their intimate moments. Both gentle and rough.

“Let’s move,” said Barbara while Dru wondered if she noticed his staring. The now masked young woman picked up a large, dark backpack from the floor beneath her and secured it behind her while Dru picked up the same duffel bag she had brought earlier and wore it over his shoulder.

They left the van before Barbara locked it with the electronic key. She then placed the key inside a pouch on her utility belt before she and Dru made their way toward the top of a newsagents through the use of a grappling gun secured around Dru’s belt. He aimed it until he felt comfortable enough in his shot to pull the trigger as the gun made a loud click followed by the whirring of the soaring line. It reaches over the ledge and once it hit the floor, Dru pushed the retraction button. Soon, he felt a hard impact just as he also felt a soft embrace from Barbara as she wrapped her body around him. At first, he assumed she just wanted to be affectionate. A way to keep him on the up. Until he realized that she wasn’t intending on releasing him.

“You have your own don’t you?”

“Oh, come on, Dru. Be a gentleman,” Barbara teased with a smirk playing on her thinly masked lips. Dru smiled back before he pressed the retract button after he wrapped his arm around her waist. The sudden flying sensation sent Barbara into a mild fit of giggling that was quite the pleasant music to Dru’s ears.  The pair climbed up to the roof with careful silence before they rushed toward the ledge ahead of them while Dru placed the gun back into the holster on his belt. They had their own approach in navigating the various surfaces sprawling from neighbourhood to neighbourhood toward the bank. Barbara enjoyed putting on a show with her acrobatic movement and graceful body flips and hops Dru was so used to seeing.

He used to be amazed by it, but now he had seen so many others do it and her do it for so long that most nights in Gotham was like going to the circus. He supposed he sort of fitted within that circus as well. Though he was only suited to make the mundane, but effective running and jumping motion. Far from being flashy, but he at least had enough strength in his legs to keep him only just barely behind his partner. This sort of mutual workout between them would always leave one of them gasping for breath harder than the other. Something Dru had always noticed with amusement. He was not trying to hide it when it showed on his lips as they reached the top of Gotham’s biggest bank as Barbara briefly knelt down with her hands on her knees for a couple of deep, sharp inhales before raising herself back up for more regulated breathing. Dru may have been getting progressively more prone to running short on air sooner and sooner, but it was clear their roles should be reversed.

“You really don’t have to do that, Babs.”

She moves her arms up and performs a side bend for each side before sighing with delighted anticipation as she eyes the skylights.

“And make myself get rust? You enjoy seeing me put on a show anyway.”

He could not deny it. He did. Though her acrobatics were not as captivating to him as her shapely, soft, and almost irresistible buttocks she now presented to him. They were even more cruelly seductive whenever she did her stunts as they had a tendency to jiggle.

Dru thought of downplaying her assumption, but it was a little hard for it to be seen as an assumption once he felt the suit tighten on his crotch. Then the feeling of the fabric getting further away from him, but somehow he was still making contact. Awkwardly, he looks down. Now regretting not suggesting something different for their bank breaking garb even despite enjoying it being on her. Barbara was too fixated on the circuit box beside the access door. She quickly steps toward it while removing her backpack as Dru awkwardly followed behind her while glancing side to side. Desperately, he tried to think of anything other than Barbara’s dark and tightly hugged form.

“Can’t believe I haven’t done this before,” whispered Barbara as she crouched in front of the panel covered alarm. She takes out a home-made decoder that was really just a circuit board with a number pad and loose cables. Along with it, she took a small, thin flash light that could easily vanish in her hand if she closed her palm. With both in each hand, she stands back up and places the flash light in her mouth by pushing it against the spandex over her lips. She presses the on button with her free hand and then her eyes widen at the sight she was seeing. A panel less secure than it should be.

“Uh, Dru? Could you check the skylights?” she asked as she took the flash light out of her mouth. Slowly, she set the decoder to the floor while Dru quietly looked to the glass entrances while being glad to be away from her considering his “condition”. He checked one, then two. Both seemed normal to him. Then he looked to the third. That was when there was a problem.

“Uh, Babs?” he called out as he knelt down in front of the skylight. Barbara opened the panel and observed the wiring inside. There was already a decoder placed inside. All the wires she needed to re-arrange already re-arranged. She slams the top of the panel with a grunt.

“Damn it!” she hissed. With a sigh. She places her tools back into the backpack before putting it back on as she walks toward Dru. With the same amount of disbelief as he felt when she looked to the skylight. Now seeing that it was clearly not intact.

“No way.”

“Looks like someone beat us tot he punch,” said Dru as they both examined the large, person sized hole neatly cut into the glass. Beneath it was almost completely dark save for the small amount of dim lighting inside coming from the lights of other buildings across the street from the building.

“I can’t believe this,” said Barbara without bothering to hide her dismay.

“Hey, since someone probably thought this up sooner than we did. Maybe we should try it another night?” Dru suggested as he hoped Barbara wouldn’t look down on his side.

“No way!” she asserted as she glared to him with determined, passionate eyes. Dru knew that look. Once she gets that fire, there’s little anyone can do to talk her out of it.

“We came here for something to help us pin whatever we can on him. I don’t care if it’s missing the quarterly tax. As long as we can prove it.”

At that, she stands up and marches to one of the small, spinning turbines as she removes the backpack again. She takes out a large wrap of cable wire to tie onto it before she carries the wire toward the skylight. Dru shies away from her as he raises his hands in a shrugging gesture.

“Come on, Babs. We don’t even know if whoever did this is still here.”

“And what if they’re not. Besides, there is no “Whoever” only one person leaves a clean mess like this behind. If she’s here. She can be reasoned with.”

Dru sighs in defeat as Barbara drops the wire down through the hole. She holds her hand out to him expectantly. He sighs again as he wordlessly opens the duffel bag and hands her a pair of night vision goggles.

“And if she’s not in a talkative mood?” he asks as Barbara removes her glasses, places them within one of the pouches of her utility belt, and secures the goggles over her head.

“I doubt she’s here for corporate espionage. She’ll let us do our thing if we’re not in the way. If she’s already gone, even better.”

Barbara takes a glance down the hole.

“Don’t forget. No names,” she instructed before securing her grip on the wire.

Dru watches as she slides down the wire. Hesitantly, he places his own goggles over his head and sees the world now shaded over with bright and dark green depending on the object. He looks down at the hole to see that Barbara had safely landed. She looks up with a beckoning wave. Nervously, Dru slides down the wire. Slower than she did.

His spandex clad feet silently hit the floor. He takes a careful glance of the bank lobby. In search for the earlier intruder. He soon caught sight of something more interesting than the lack of any other presence beside their own.

“Looks like she already got the vault open.”

“Good for us I guess,” said Barbara. Bitterly.

They enter the vault with relief at seeing the lights not being on. They take note of the deposit boxes surrounding them while Dru made sure to try and make a special effort in keeping his attention away from the multiple piles of cash on the tables. Barbara looks to the only open box in the room. She quickly moves to it, and examines its ID number. Her response to identifying it was to place her hands on her bun in distress.

“No, no! This is it! Why would she take it!”

Dru raises a brow behind the goggles in curiosity.

“You didn’t tell me. How exactly did you know it was this box that had whatever dirty laundry is in it?”

The disappointed redhead sighed and turned to look at Dru with awkwardness hidden behind the mask and goggles. His arousal had subsided significantly now much to his relief.

“I, uh, kind of paid a visit to his accountant.”

Dru crossed his arms expectantly as he waited for her to elaborate.

“And?”

Nervously, she rubs the back of her head.

“I got it out of him. Isn’t that all that matters?”

“Not if you think it could have consequences.”

She sighs before shyly crossing her arms over her chest.
“Well, I didn’t hit him or anything like that.”

Dru knew there was more. It was obvious.

“But…?”

She sighs again. With more than a hint of frustration.

“I hung him upside down from the top of his place. It sucked. For him I mean, but it had to be done, and he came out of it okay.”

Dru smiled under the mask. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned in case this was something her mentor would have little approval for.

“You can be pretty scary on occasion, you know that?”

Her lips form into a smirk as she looks to the way they came in.

“Well, I do learn from one of the scariest guys in Gotham. Let’s get out of here. Maybe we can talk to Selina and find out what’s going on.”

“Talk to me about what?”

Dru and Barbara felt a shiver down their spines as they heard the familiar, oozing seductive voice. A voice that was clearly in the same room as them. Hesitantly, they looked up to see the familiar sight of the latex cat suited, and cat ear hooded vision of Selina Kyle. Or Catwoman as she was famously known as. Her face was pale and beautiful like a perfect marble sculpture. Her lips painted in a complementary dark red and her eyes partly hidden behind ruby coloured goggles. Tufts of messy, dark hair peeked out from her cat eared hood.

She drops from the ceiling and causes them to stagger back in alarm. The silence of her landing impressed them both. Her catsuit hugged her form tightly. Her large, soft breasts were perfectly outlined by the suit including her hardened nipples. Dru quietly groaned. Just as he was getting over looking at Barbara.

The burglar carefully examined them. From Barbara to Dru. She licked her lips before widely grinning.

“And just when I thought tonight would be boring. Not the Bat, but you’ll do.”