2197/The Boxer

The Boxer
Date of Scene:	27 August 2017
Location:	Gotham City, near Crime Alley
Synopsis:	Tygra spots Catwoman dealing with some thugs, then the two have a discussion.
Cast of Characters:	Tygra, Catwoman

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Tygra has posed:
Tygra's experiences with Gotham City have been limited and by limited that means ghost stories of the rather unique 'ye old home of goats', he has done some research and knows it's dangerous. Mysterious winged creatures prowl the rooftops, vampires feast on the wicked and thieves will take all of your possessions if you so much as blink. Also the mobsters! Scarface from the Earth movies would love this city. Perhaps there is one here as well? Tygra really doesn't know, this world is one of the unexpected, a swirl of chaos. It's fun and in need.

Hunkered down beside a stony gargoyle Tygra lifts up a wrapped object and sniffs, "They said it was a Hee-Row. Hero, Gero... it smells strange and is very salty." The poncho like hoodie over Tygra's chestarmor does good to obscure it and his features immediately but his feet and hands are bare.
"I suppose we will give it to one of the homeless below." He stops and looks sidelong at the sculpted sentinel. "Sorry if I talk your ear off, I am trying to work on my English." Yeah, the catman is talking to a statue. Like he said, practice.

Below on the streets of the Gotham's East End a group of men shove and push, thrusting a lone figure off the central street. The scuffling not audible to the prowling Tiger but the exaggerated gestures are. Drunks perhaps?

Catwoman has posed:
There's often not much good happening around Crime Alley, day or night, but it's especially sketchy once the sun's gone down. Going anywhere alone through this place down on the streets is an open invitation for trouble, sometimes of the worst kind.

This, perhaps, is why Catwoman tends to stick to the higher places when she comes through here. It's a good strategy in general when she's not using her motorcycle, but it's an even better one here.

Not that, you know, she's afraid of a group of thugs, because she's not. There's a difference between being smart and foolish, however.

There's a spot she's stopped at on the roof of the old Gotham Arms Hotel, a good vantage point into the area below. A diner sees some activity outside, a group of people huddled together while probably making an exchange of some sort. Shouts can be heard from one of the seedy tenement buildings, a drunk or probably some wife-beater yelling. But, a glimpse of motion near an alley below draws her attention first. "Hm. That doesn't look good. Normal, but not good." With an exaggerated sigh, Catwoman steps to the edge of the roof and decides, "Guess it's time for my good deed of the day." Checking a small watch wrapped around her left wrist, it reads 12:01 AM. "Getting it out of the way early. That always works."

She leans into a forward dive, a streak of black descending toward the streets below. A whip shows in her right hand, and an audible *CRACK* registers as it wraps around a traffic light pole to help her swing down to land just outside the alley, nearly silent.

Tygra has posed:
The commotion below with that group escalates suddenly with a flash of steel, the flicker of light off of it and that lone form is falling down in the middle of the gathered crew. It's as Tygra is about to lurch forward and descend that a shadow lunges past and the ever familiar whipcrack causes him to go motionless save for his hand reaching down to touch upon his own belt sheathed whip.
The Tiger Clan scion's form recoils from it's mid pounce and he crouches to observe as Catwoman lands stealthly near the cluster.

Five men in all. Each of them armed with a knife, long slender things usually kept by fighters not just street thugs. A gang thing clearly. Blades only and no guns? Footsoldiers out to prove themselves. The victim? A brawny man, broad of shoulders and bald headed. A folded ear that looks like its been that way and strong bone structure. His knuckles the telltale sign of a lifelong fighter, street or professional? both as this is Gotham. He's laying down as if against his own will, clutching his side as blood runs through his fingers.

"Shoulda went down on in the 4th like we told you to ya Irish fuck."

Catwoman has posed:
So far, there's no notice of the figure by the gargoyle, previously speaking to it. Catwoman's looking down, not up, focused on the situation below before she's literally on their level.

It's her voice they'll hear first. "Oh, hello boys. Fine night to be out for a little fun, isn't it?" She's looking over the situation, having overheard them talking about taking a dive. Immediately, she knows this is a boxer or something along those lines, MMA perhaps, and it's clear the man was supposed to throw a bout at a certain point.

"So is he getting what's coming to him? What'd he do to get on /your/ bad sides?" she wonders, playing as if she hasn't already worked out what she's planning. They'll probably recognize her for who she is, but her reputation as a thief and one who's known for being on the wrong side of the law might lull them into a false sense of security. She's about to find out.

Tygra has posed:
As Catwoman makes her presence known the men form a defensive horseshoe around the fallen man, they're all Caucasian men, knives and from the sounds of it speaking in quick Russian.
The accent of the spokesman now an easy mark of familiarity. "Move along hooker. None of your business." The meatcleaver sized blade in the chubby dark haired gangster is waved her way, a threat and a dismissive gesture.

"Not hooker. Catwoman. You idiot, you remember no?"
"No." Their bickering skips from English to fast Russian.


Above Tygra frowns as they start to language hop, his translator being toyed with to try and keep up but he relents instead and leans forward enough hes almost hanging off the ledge, his eyes lit up in the darkness enough to allow him to see from the ambient light around them. Reflection strongest now it makes his eyes almost glow. He is spectating. His curiousity piqued.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman's eyes roll behind the tinted red lenses of her goggles. "That was another time, another life. Shhh. Don't tell anybody. They wouldn't believe you anyway." Would they be believed?" A gloved, clawed finger lowers from her lips where she'd placed it for the shushing gesture, settling back against a hip, the whip held by the other.

Russians, then. Who might they work for? Falcone? Someone else? It's hard to say, but the Russian mob as a whole is all over the Gotham City underworld. "If you're having trouble, maybe I can help jog your memory. Notorious cat burglar, great with this baby," The whip gets a little shake, "And I make this look goooood." She gestures toward the catsuit, a couple fingers tantalizingly hooking the front zipper at her neck, before it's tugged down an inch or so.

It's stopped the others from beating on or knifing the fighter, for now.

Tygra has posed:
"One woman with a whip looking to party." The heavyset one taunts, "We give you party. You handle all of us?" The ones who do speak English enough to understand their talkative one all snicker, stepping forward. Only one remains over the fallen fighter or did. There a quiet sound and his knife clatters on to the ground behind the others. Their laughter and focus on Catwoman doesn't allow them to notice.

Selina may have, she possibly seen the whip dangle down and loop around the man's ankles and lift with a quick draw upwards, may have also seen the bulky shadow with the glowing eyes pound the man hard in the face and let him hang before slowly climbing down to stand like a great shadow nightmare creature above their prey. Its all very quiet. Predator like of course.

Four of them remain though and they're trying to back Catwoman further down the alley. An expected and obvious tactic.

Catwoman has posed:
"That depends on the meaning," Catwoman points out, reminding them, "If it's /that/ kind of handling, I already told you it's in tha past. She shows no sign of being intimidated by any of them, adding, "I just came down to see what you all were talking about."

Whether she spotted the other whip or not, the night vision tech in her goggles gives her a clearer view of what's happening within that alley, and it takes an extra bit of concentration not to give away any reaction with a change in her expression. But, it also helps her decide when to act, and that's going to be any moment.

"Let me show you how I like to party." She's kept enough of a distance for the next part. It's the only warning they get before the whip cracks, snapping out to strike one of the thugs on the wrist, causing him to drop his blade. Even as she's drawing the whip closer to her again, she leans into a forward leap that delivers a roundhouse kick across his jaw, landing to sweep the legs of the one closest to him.

Tygra has posed:
Catwoman's reaction times outpace even the skilled knifefighters before her. The whip's snare binding up that wrist only to follow up with a steady kick that sends several crowns and one whole tooth in a spray.
The scuffle begins as men try to reach, one lunging at her with a knife forward pointed straight for her torso. A quick one and the first to actually figure out what has just transpired.

The other two look from one another and then back at the Gotham nightprowler. Inspired by their friends bravery they both rush in to flank him, intent on trying to get a slash or blow in should she give them a chance.

Tygra straightens up to a stand, his fists closed in as he watches, studies the woman more so than the men. This is a good fight and if she was not prepared to take them down or capable she wouldn't have went in like she has and she brought no friends, he already looked for one of those meaning she believes herself capable. He wants to see.

Catwoman has posed:
There is nobody else there but Catwoman. If the visitor knows anything at all about Gotham City, he'd understand how potentially dangerous that is. Yet, there is no hesitation on her part, no missed movements or attacks. She even compensates for attempts at retaliation, working a stabbing attempt into a grab and throw that sends the man toward another so they'll crash into each other.

"Don't know who you are," she speaks, along the way, to the shape that's risen closer to the boxer, "but stay out of my way." The last thing she wants or needs is interference. One of the gang members rushes her with his knife leading the way, and she simply caves in his kneecap with a swift kick. Almost by the time he's done falling, she's reaching into a pocket of the shoulder bag she wears, coming up with a zip tie that's quickly wrapped around his wrists once she's grabbed them.

Tygra has posed:
The men collide with one another falling in rapid succession behind the initiator with the blade. Their cries of pain audible. No match is clear the instant she started moving.

Hands splay out palms displayed indicating no weapons and the man steps forward, enough light will give way to the tall form, hoodie and those glittering golden catseyes.

"I am not here to fight you. I was simply observing... if anyone was to be my foe tonight it would be them." As if to indicate he points above him at the dangling man, "See." The whip not holding him aloft now, it looks like at some point the Tiger had swapped for rough straps. They're kept for that reason after all. "You move beautifully. I have heard rumors of people like you in this city."

The man is interupted by the loud gibbering in swift Russian from one of them, hes crying/bitching about a knifeblad breaking off in his leg. Its not deep or serious but it no doubt hurts along wih the additional hits hes absorbed from the Cat of East End.

Catwoman has posed:
Soon, anyone who might offer up further resistance is tied up, including the ankles so they can't simply stand and run away. Most are out. One is groaning.

Catwoman brushes past Tygra after he claims, in an interesting accent, that he's not seeking a fight with her. "Yes, I know," is all she has to say at first to his compliment, for she's first checking on the fighter they were accosting. "Hey, you okay? I think I've already worked it out, but you want to tell me what that was all about and how you got on their bad side?" The whip is in the process of being coiled back up before she offers a hand toward the one whose Irish heritage was insulted. Will /he/ recognize her as well?

Tygra has posed:
The Irishman only gives a glare to Catwoman, "Not any of your business and Ya gonna get me killed lady. You an' your friend. They're gonna straight fuck me after this." He waves her hand off and struggles to his feet, blood seeping out around the wound. At least hes tough.

Tygra chuckles at her confident response and moves aside so she can speak to the fighter. Its observation time again, a spectator. It's the best way to learn next to hands on he's figured out.
"That is a rude way to speak to your saviour." Tygra chides, his silence broken almost immediately.

"Fucking cat worshipping freaks." The man moans and tries to stumble away wobbly legged.

Catwoman has posed:
Any hope of the man receiving sympathy from the woman in the catsuit falls by the wayside at his response. "It sounds like you already fucked yourself if they were coming to take a piece of you." Maybe he's had something going on in his personal life that led to this, but now Catwoman's not even going to bother asking about it.

Giving him space, she glances toward Tygra and peers at what she's now able to see before the fighter complains about them. "Guess you should have taken that dive after all, pal." There are limits to her chivalry and this guy has pushed them, leading to her muttering, "You try to actually do something good for someone and that's the thanks you get. Sometimes it's not worth it."

Tygra has posed:
"If they are already sticking blades in your body you were beyond the point of an assured safe life." Tygra proceeds to inform the man while he bumps his way out of the alleyway. The process of tying the men up joined, "That man will require a healer. Hopefully he is wise enough to seek one out or make a call. "

Tygra looks sidelong at Catwoman, "Even if they do not want help it is usually in their best interest that we do help them. There are sirens close enough I do not think he will be overlooked though, his wounds say he won't get far."

Catwoman has posed:
"Doctor or not, that's his problem now, not ours," Catwoman says to the other one, though with the sirens closing in she's already whipping her way up to the second level of a fire escape ladder, scaling it the rest of the way to look back down on the area from above. "You coming or are you staying down there to deal with the cops? Your call, but they'd probably take quite an interest in you if they saw you," she'd called down from about a third of the way up.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra follows the man with his eyes before he disappears around the corner. She is harsh in her words but likely there is a reason or three. The leap up and grab of the ladder as he begins to scale has her question answered. "I have found cops ask too many questions and I don't always have enough answers, this will not be easy to explain either." He says drawing up higher so he is matching Catwoman's pace in escape from the scene.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman approaches one of those gargoyle statues. Maybe it's the same building Tygra was on, maybe not. There are a lot around Gotham City with similar architectural designs. "The explanation is simple. Fighter didn't throw his fight. Gang came for a little payback. I stopped them." She glances toward him and gestures almost dismissively, "You did one and kept out of it like I said. Fighter was an unappreciative idiot who's probably going to get himself killed anyway. Not my problem."

Whether he's looking at her disapprovingly or not, she spreads her hands out and adds, "What do you want me to say? I might have been able to help him if he asked. For all I know he's down on his luck and was going to cut a deal for some extra cash, but he's the one who changed his mind and told us to shove it. He's a big boy. Maybe he's got it coming, too."

Tygra has posed:
"I see." Tygra says about the explaination, "He is likely just afraid." The man asserts but doesn't push on Catwoman. She knows the ropes here he is a visitor.

"You need say nothing. This is your home not mine." He offers up with a flash of a smile, sharp teeth shown briefly. "Well, I assume it is your home at least. My name is Tygra." A hand extends. He is rather unphased by the entire ordeal that just occurred.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman shrugs, about all the concern she has left to work up for the fighter. "Someone once said pride goes before a fall."

Seemingly finished with any attention paid to the man, she places a hand against the gargoyle at the edge of the building, looking down the street where the flashing lights begin to approach before she turns back to eye this Tygra person. "That's a good costume, unless it's not a costume at all." The hand is met, which she studies visibly after that zipper is moved back into its original position, all the way up.

Tygra has posed:
"Costume?" Tygra headshakes, "No." The Tiger accented humanoid offers a large smike, "You are seeing me for what I am. Like I said, I am a visitor." A crouch is taken up by the Thunderian, "To your city and your world." Easy enough explanation he supposes. The zipper flick gets a curious look then he studies her, "You are a superhero who chose a cat as your theme?" That smile somehow manages to grow to Cheshire proportions. The lights below ignored even when spotlights will flicker around and move over the obscured duo. They're up too high and Gotham is blessed with a lot of murk and smog that often even rolls low.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman raises a brow, visible through the goggles, but they do a good job of masking her enough along with the partial hood featuring the catlike ears. "So when you say you're not from around here, you're /really/ not from around here. Okay, then." It may be aliens are not something she's dealt with very much, but she's taking it in stride. No crouch for her, though.

"A superhero?" This, she openly laughs at, then she shakes her head. "No. That's not..no. If that's what you like to think of it as, I won't stop you, but there are others out there who like to dress up and play at saving the world. Yes, however. I do like cats. I go by Catwoman."

Tygra has posed:
Studying her he says nothing as she speaks on, Tygra's curiousity evident on his features and he appears calm, amused, listening until she declares her name as 'Catwoman'. A low chuckle escapes the Thunderian until he is outright laughing, a noise that bounces from one structure to the next. The gargoyle clutched to keep him upright as laughter rolls through him.
He tries to stop himself, the laugh turning in to a strangled chortle, "You... you have good taste.. hah... " Stifled.

Catwoman has posed:
At this reaction, the other brow goes up. Then, Catwoman's left to squint at him. Arms cross at her chest a few seconds later and she holds that pose, not a word spoken until his laughter begins to cease. Even then, she holds her silence as she looks anything but amused. He will be the one tasked with breaking that silence again, it appears.

Tygra has posed:
"I apologize, I am not intending offense or rudeness. I am pleasantly surprised. One day I do hope a Thunderian becomes HumanMan." A low sound rolls through him and he stands upright, "It is good not bad. You make for a convincing catperson." A nod at his own words as if that will sell them more.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman continues to watch him, studying him and how he moves. A Thunderian? This hints at some sort of recognition in her, perhaps, but still it is not brought up. "Keep going," she tells him, her chin lifting slightly in what can only be a haughty sort of body language. She must want to hear more platitudes, or something.

Tygra has posed:
"I wonder if I should start considering a name now so I can likewise do this superheroic thing." A wave downwards then at her form, "I do not think I will require a mask." A stroke at his jaw and he leans in to the gargoyle, "Keep going? On your looks? Oh... " A noise of consideration, "Wait... your claws, what material are they?"

Catwoman has posed:
"It's sort of a thing here. Blame Batman," Catwoman explains in a dry tone, content to leave it at that. Another glance toward the street leads to her moving away from the edge of the building, back to the safer parts of the rooftop itself. "You're striped, then? Like a tiger? Interesting." Now, as she passes by him, she moves as if strutting, showing off. "They're metallic." One of the hands is held up toward him, the back of it facing him.

Tygra has posed:
"Batman." Tygra's grin doesn't subside. "I will make note of this." The stride away from the lip of the building has him trailing after her. A shoulder shrug given, "Yes, I am the last of the Tiger Clan back in my world." As far as he knew of curse more than likely now. "I see. Metallic." A nod and his eyes travel after her strutting. The hand observed and reached out for so he can inspect the claws, "Nce craftsmanship."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman remarks, "If you want to get on his good side, definitely laugh if he tells you who he is." She leaves the suggestion there for him to make heads or tails of, but the tone remains dry.

"Tiger Clan, you say? Interesting." The same word is used again, then she allows him a few moments for a closer look at the claws tipping each finger. It also gives her the chance to note the details of his own hand. "Only the best tools for this kitty," she informs him.

Then, the hand lowers and fingers curl until just one is pointing at him, about halfway down. "I noticed you favor the whip as well. Good."

Tygra has posed:
"I will likely have no option if he is a human dressed as a bat and not a vampire as I had heard. Perhaps both, maybe I will still laugh, I don't honestly know." A shrug of shoulders and he retracts his hands, "So it would appear. Whips, yes, I have quite a skill with them as you clearly do as well." A mutual appraisal and appreciation obvious here.

Catwoman has posed:
"He's not a vampire," is all Catwoman has to say about Batman's appearance, though it brings the slighest hint of a smile to a corner of her mouth. Her whip rests coiled up around her hips, worn like a belt. "Tell me why you chose it," she says to him, closer to a request than a command.

Tygra has posed:
"That is a shame. I haven't met a vampire yet." Tygra flexes his hand and then looks down at his whip, lifting it up. It's a extends to hang at the floor. "It fits my personality I suppose, flexible, fast, unpredictable, sexy." He teases with the last word. "Why, what about yourself?"

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman shakes her head at the talk of vampires. "Try to keep it that way." She reaches out for his whip, at least to inspect the end of it, different from her own. Hers is more a bullwhip. "Yours makes me think of a mix between a bolo and a whip," she observes, squinting at it. She waves a hand at his reasons, offering general agreement. "Yes, yes, but also, what happens if you happen to lose hold of it to someone who is not skilled?"

Tygra has posed:
"Then I hope they don't hurt themselves. It shouldn't work foranother anyways unless by my allowance." Tygra studies it then shrugs as he had earlier, a light smile appearing again. "It's effective."
"Why settle for a boring weapon of choice anyways?"

Catwoman has posed:
"By your allowance? Is that so?" Catwoman asks this curiously. Her whip..is just a whip. "What makes yours so special that only you can use it?" she wonders, hands settling at her hips. "Yes, it's effective, and different. People flinch at the crack."

Tygra has posed:
"Yes, defensive mechanisms. The whip is bonded to me in a fashion." Tygra tucks it away back at his waist where it will hang again, his head tipping to the side in consideration of her again, eyes roaming as he studies the nocturnal adventurer. "This is also true and it's got utility purposes." Grapnel lines be damned.

Catwoman has posed:
Batman can have his grapnel lines. Catwoman has her own methods. "Very interesting." There's that word again. "Then it must also be technological somehow. Let me try it," she says, extending the gloved hand. "You can trust me," is added. After all, if he can make it useless to her, she ought to see just what it might do.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra's gaze descends to the gloved hand then her face. If he knew anything about Catwoman or was less of a trusting individual she would never get to touch his whip, which, he allows now. Clawtips unfastening it to offer the weapon over dropping it neatly in her grasp. "Very well. By all means, now, let me see your own?"

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman unwinds hers with a flick of the wrist that helps it unfurl more easily, at which point the completely normal version is exchanged. No, he probably shouldn't trust her, but she's playing nice. Her heists are focused on different things. "That's a basic example of ours," she tells him before turning about 90 degrees away from him, handling the whip to get a feel for its weight and balance. Then, she tries a snap at a can someone left behind at some point. If it works the way it ought to, she'll connect with it.

Tygra has posed:
Having handed the whip over to the woman the whip works. It snaps and moves as she directs with wrist almost as though its an extension. His own hand extends out and he tests the length before lashing it forward and in a figure eight before it reaches full length with a crack then withdraws, curling around his forearm. "I rather like it."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman considers things as the can reacts as if hit with some kind of concussive force, launched away from her. "I think I get it. Had I taken it from you, then it wouldn't work. Is that correct? What would it have done instead?" She generally observes his practice with the one she calls her own. It's different, but not difficult to pick up by someone who knows what he's doing.

Tygra has posed:
"Possible electrocution." Tygra insists, his thumb having touched something when he had last released it. Also he could be bluffing but then, what sort of honest Thundercat would he be. Then again, hes in the camp of using subterfuge if necessary.
"If that doesn't work, well, I do enjoy a good chase and I am quite fast." A warning. A friendly one if such a thing can be.

Catwoman has posed:
"Clever. Sneaky." Might Catwoman be developing an idea of her own? This is left unclear, but she coils the weapon back up before offering it back to the striped feline. "Any other tricks you can do?" the woman wonders in a leading way, waiting for him to return her whip. "I prefer not to waste my time on silly chases."

Tygra has posed:
Catwoman's whip is tossed back to her as his own reholsters, "That would be giving away all of my secrets. We just met, Catwoman." A low chuckle rolls free of him as he says her name. "I would prefer to reveal those in time, as we become more acquainted." He pauses, "Or will this only be a singular encounter?"

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman catches it casually by the handle, snapping her wrist again so the whip cracks before a flourish leads to it winding up once more. "Yes, secrets are good. Can't have someone walking away knowing everything about you after the first meeting, can we?" A few steps are taken around the rooftop, the catsuited woman just allowing him to watch the way she moves. If she wasn't truly a cat reborn in a human body, it'd be easy to imagine such a thing. "I don't leave Gotham City very often, so the answer to that question depends more on you."

Tygra has posed:
Tygra's met several human women now who share physique or similarities to the warrioress females of his own world but theyre few and far between, Selina Kyle the Catwoman is living up to her name. Its a mesmerising display no doubt.

"I am seeking crime and more knowledge in to the career of a superhero, as you are one or close enough to one... I would like to tail you and learn." He has his reasons for this but thats also something that doesn't need revealed right away, no first meeting should ever give away everything. Thats just a bad idea. Thats something a Snarf would do.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman simply laughs at that. Not so much at him, but the notion. "If you're looking for crime, you'll find a lot of it in Gotham City. You might also find Batman breathing down your neck if you do things in a way he doesn't like."

She ceases her movements and rests her hands at her hips as she studies the tiger man closely, shaking her head a few times. "I don't do the mentoring thing and I'm not exactly superhero material, so if you're looking for someone to learn about that from, you ought to go paw at someone else's leg. Sorry."

Tygra has posed:
"So I have witnessed. This city is quite violent... " A low chuckle at a man-bat thats not a vampire but a man in theme. "Noted." He replies to the woman, his eyes study her a moment longer taking her words in to consideration, "You are not a superhero? I am still confused by this. You look the part from all things I have learned unless you're a supervillain in which case..." The mention of pawing at someone elses leg causes him to grunt, "I am not pawing at anyones leg. I am only unfamiliar with custom and approach, I am more than capable of handling myself."

Catwoman has posed:
"I don't see myself as good or bad," Catwoman explains, oozing self-confidence in her body language. The woman is not lacking in certainty of herself or her abilities. "I play by my own set of rules. Sometimes that makes me someone you'd probably like, other times, you might want to try to catch me." The reaction she draws from him amuses her, seen in her smile. "You may be capable, but the way you put it makes me think of a kitten in need of a mother to follow around and learn from."

Tygra has posed:
"I see." Tygra considers, "No. I assure you I have not been a kitten for a very long time." The Tiger's a little offended by the description and thats obvious. Pride exists after all. "So you are... just out for yourself. I was mistaken." His own hands find his hips, claws rested there as he gives her a long hard stare. "A shame."

Catwoman has posed:
If the Thundercat is trying to get Catwoman to express remorse, mission failed. The smile also disappears. "Ah. This one doesn't like to be teased, I see," she comments aloud, picking up well on the matter of pride before she levels a finger toward him. "Look. This city will chew you up and spit you out if you're not strong enough to handle it. You sound like you have this grand vision of utopia and everything being perfect."

A shake of the head, and for a moment the woman in the catsuit looks like she could be the supervillain he questioned her about. "The real world is a bitch and sometimes, so am I. If you don't look out for yourself first, nobody else is going to do it for you. Am I a /bad/ kitty sometimes? Yeah. If that bothers you, you're not going to want to hang out around me. But I also help people when they need it. I don't like to see the weak trampled on, and if I can give them a little hope in these slums once in a while, I will. I was in their place once, so I know what it's like. But the world isn't black and white. Some people spend time on both sides of the fence."

She's positioned herself closer to the edge of the rooftop. If he makes a move, she's prepared to act.

Tygra has posed:
"I come from a dead and a conquered world. My kindness and optimism isn't me being naive or misguided. Hope is a thing some of us put stock in, I see great things in this world amidst the ugly and you tonight are an example, you're perhaps the confused one. One day you'll have to pick a side. The capable should be protecting the weak." Tygra shrugs his broad shoulders, "You're not as grey or black shaded as you appear to think but what do I know, we simply just met. I was only admiring your style and form." The scowl vanishes to be replaced by the flash of a smile, white teeth and all. "Tonight, we're friends tomorrow, I suppose depends entirely on you." Not that he honestly cares about theft like the humans here do. The more heinous is a bigger concern.

Catwoman has posed:
If he doesn't care about thievery, then chances are they won't clash. Catwoman mulls over what he does say and replies, in no uncertain terms, "I don't kill people, if that's what you're worried about. They may wind up in the hospital wishing they'd never come across me, but they'd have earned that trip. I don't go after the helpless."

There's a mild sniff at his admission of admiration, as if she couldn't already see it from the start. However, she leaves that matter alone. "I know what I am and what I'm capable of. It's up to you to decide whether you can accept it or not."

Tygra has posed:
Tygra's heels are leaned back on and a low chuckle rolls free of him. "My curiosity is just that right now. I'm not out to hunt you, I had simply assumed wrong you're just a confused kitten not a full on crime-fighter like I was seeking." That quirk of his lips remains as he fires back his own playful barbs. She clawed first after all. "Consider it accepted. I rather prefer to get along with more than the opposite... life will bring us enough enemies."

Catwoman has posed:
"That's almost a shame," Catwoman muses when told she's not in his sights. She, like a cat, can switch between hissing one moment to playful the next, and Tygra probably got a version of that once or twice so far. He's already seen her in action, for that matter. "Oh, so you think I'm confused," she repeats, as if challenging him to elaborate as she now stands right on the edge of the rooftop. The slightest lean would see her diving off.

Tygra has posed:
"By all sounds? Yes. You are a creature of self but at the same time you still seek to aid others, the line draws somewhere. I am not one to judge though, I will take you as you are and consider it that." The Thunderians way of saying hes just calling it what it is and not going to press further. "Does thieving allow you to live well at least?" He ventures while walking closer, casually. Not like hes about to attack or chase her.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman stays right where she is. "Aren't most cats creatures of self?" she asks him, the question a rhetorical one as far as she's concerned. "We play nice sometimes, but you never know when you'll get the claws. I like to keep people on their toes, guessing." The less someone can predict about her, the better.

"I could live /very/ well, if I wanted. Let's leave it at that." This is how she puts it when it comes to theft.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra nods at the mention of how she can live. He is still working on Earth currency anyways. "We are, I suppose. Back home the greatest of us live by a code that ensures we serve others though, most especially our king and his subjects. I suppose that is Thunderians and those sworn to us first and foremost... " A glance sidelong, past her towards the city and those golden-yellow orbs roll a single blink and hes studying her once more. "Getting the claws is never a terrible threat."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman coughs into a hand, kept near her goggles for a moment or two. "I serve nobody. No king, no queen, nothing," she informs. "You'll find that's the case for most people here. Some countries do the whole royalty thing. This country has a President, but you can find just as many people against him as in favor of him and his power is supposed to be limited by other politicians and the law." How did she get to the point of explaining the three branches of government to an alien cat?

As if realizing that, the hand waves it away. "I can see why you have a lot to learn. I find it..curious that you don't seem to think stealing is that bad, though." If only Batman felt the same.

Tygra has posed:
"I have been forced to steal to survive as have others I've known. Theft is a minor crime. I don't personally think it makes us a wretched person... it's not as though you're taking food from starved vagrants. I assume at least. Besides, some of my closest friends are thieves by nature. I mean, its not something I encourage but... there are much worse things in times of war." Tygra has read some bit of human politics and structure, its confusing and not worth pursuing. He determined that early on. Their system works much more efficiently... despite two worlds lost.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman flashes Tygra nothing more than a wide grin at his point of view on theft. "Well, I think we're in basic agreement on that," she nearly purrs. Why be honest with him and ruin the image he has about it? Why tell him that she doesn't /have/ to be a master thief, just that she /chooses/ to be because she's so good at it? No. No need to go there.

But, there comes the slightest shifting in place as she glances down toward the streets below. "All that said, I don't like to linger too long in the same place. You never know when someone else might show up to ruin the fun. You might see me again, but you might not. It's time for this kitty to go." All she does is crouch a few inches and push away from the ledge to give her enough clearance, tucking her arms and legs in as she rolls before the whip comes out with as many *CRACKs* as it takes to help her descend toward another alley and beyond.

Tygra has posed:
"Perhaps a good idea. Be seeing you... /Cat/woman." Tygra watches the woman's display of acrobatic prowess and steps back, no fancy show for him he simply fades out of sight a wash of invisibility sweeping over him.