Downtown

[Jonathan Crane]

The key ingredient to Dr. Crane's nerve toxin was a special compound. One that, to the naked eye, resembled battery acid. As of yet, the scientific community had not identified it, and he was more than happy to keep it that way. It did not appear in nature and had to be mixed together in a nuclear laboratory. Since Arkham had no means by which to do the job, Crane had to send his product by way of overnight mail. A few "friends" with Russian intelligence would mix it for him. A powerful weapon in your hands is gold when you’re ex KGB, and on the run. For a cut of the toxin, they'd make the compound and ship it back to the doctor.

Crane was at the docks to pick up a box marked with a red x, on a fairy shipment coming in at midnight. He was alone tonight. He could only pull so many favors with the GCPD before they began denying him protection. Wearing a dark coat and hat to disguise himself in the shadows, he waited along the shoreline until he heard the distant horn of a boat, preparing to dock. From the sound of it, the boat had to be a little over ten minutes away.

He was less patient than usual, however, because not only did he have to make the pick up alone, without an escort, he kept getting the feeling he was being watched from the warehouses where bulk shipments were stored for loading trucks to take out into the city. No one was around at this time of night, yet the eerie feeling still nagged him. Who was out there? Was it just paranoia?

What if it's...him...

[Selina Kyle]

Selina Kyle had left the roof top where she had been with Batman. Her eyes looked ahead as she moved from roof top to roof top. She was laughing to herself, maybe he didnt' care about the jewles that she had stlen, but she really didn't care, it was what she had wanted to do. Mess with him, see if he cared about it or not, she was sure he didn't but she really didn't care. She held the pouch in her hand softly and then put it back down. She had reached the docks and the sound of a ships horn broke her concentration.

Her eyes fell onto a shadow of a man. Seemed like he was nervous and impaitent, this wasn't the best place to hang out when you are by yourself. Her tongue moved out and liked her lips as her hands moved down her hips and rested there. Maybe she could have some fun with his man, if he was a civillian she could mess with him. Maybe get a certain Bats attention, show him she wasn't here just for petty thefts. She tilted her head and moved towards the edge of the roof that she was on. She knelt down and then suddenly flipped over the edge and then landed on her feet in the shadows.

She tilted her head as she slowly started towards the man. She let out a soft purr, looking him over. He was waiting for something, she could tell that. She placed her hands on her hips again.

[Jonathan Crane]

"Who are you?!" He yelled, his fears confirmed. He had been watched. This costumed woman was likely a calibrator of the dark knight. She too, must have been a stalker of the night for the so-called evildoers. Did this mean she knew of what business he had at the docks? How much evidence was there on his activities at Arkham?

Crane had come prepared for an assault on his life. He pulled a pistol from his coat and shakily addressed the exceptionally beautiful woman. True he couldn't see her face, but the way the leather grabbed at her form was in need of attention. Even in his dire situation, the doctor couldn't help but notice her delicate curvatures. Why, if he had the chance--

He quickly shook off his devious thoughts and clicked the hammer back on the gun. Her beauty was just a clever distraction she used to prey on those she likely victimized. Her stare made Crane shudder under the pressure of it. He felt naked, completely revealed in her gaze. He didn’t altogether dislike it, but he knew the very bad corner he’d pushed into didn’t leave room for cushy observations of a pretty lady who looked violent to the touch.

"You're not taking me in!" He screamed.

[Selina Kyle]

Catwoman tilted her head when she heard what he said, well yelled at her. He must of thought her to be Batman's lacky, she wasn't though. She was no ones lack. She placed her hands on her hips once again and she let out a laugh as she walked closer to him. Amused by the gun because of the fact that his hand was shaking. She placed her hand on the gun and pushed it away. "Easy there Stud." She said softly as she smiled at him. A devious smile that Catwoman could only give.

"Don't worry. I don't work for the Bat. I wouldn't work for him even if he begged me." She said with a smirk. Her hands resting on her leather clad hips again, she had felt hsi eyes on her. He was like a normal guy, even if he was a little geeky as it seemed. "As for who I am." She leaned towards him. "I'm Catwoman. Here Me Roar." She breathed her lips close to his. She moved back and crossed her arms.

"Now why would a distingushed Doctor like you be doing in a place where anyone can get to you?" She asked in her purr of a voice. She wanted answers, she was confused, wanted to know why he was about at this time of night. Not like she could do anything with it, maybe she could get more information and then flirt till her hearts content.

[Jonathan Crane]

"Oh?" He breathed, his voice still stiffened." Why would a woman like you be interested is a much more stimulating question." Crane was still suspicious of her being an insider for Batman. With all due respect to her denial, she was wearing a black costume with pointy ears. One couldn't help but be assuming when she voiced her interests in his business.

Not that he minded a little intrigue, but why would she want to know anything unless she was in fact some kind of vigilante. For all he knew, instead of being a lacky for the Dark Knight, she could have her own set up, trying to muscle in on the Bat's territory. Whatever the case, the sudden looking in on his activities by notoriously costumed shadow dwellers was enough to put Crane in the loony bin, if his own hobbies didn't put him there first.

"Who wants to know? And why?"

Of course, a little voice in his head wanted him to spill his guts. She was definitely a sexual creature, who seemed to take a keen liking to his activities. A whole flood of scenarios were running through his head. The doctor had never really dabbled in romance. Women had never understood his nature. But, maybe this one could. Obviously she had a preference for masks and dramatic imagery not unlike his own. Maybe, with a little impressing, she would be his, if indeed her she wanted in on his nefarious undertakings.

[Selina Kyle]

Catwoman laughed as she felt his eyes look her over once again. "Don't worry. I would never work for the big bad Bat." She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him closely. She was just curious, she had never seen someone who looked like a doctor would be at the docks at night, without someone who would probably protect him from people worse than her.

"I want to know because I'm curious and if you say that curiousity killed the cat. I'll scratch your eyes out." She said as she flashed him the claws on the finger tips of her gloves and she smirked at him. "Sides, I'm bored and if you've got something interesting going on. I might join you. Hell if you have a good enough idea to mess with the bat, I'd love to help." she said with another smirk.

"You did hear about the death of the Ice Princess right?" She asked with a proud smirk on her lips. "I was a part of framing the bat." She leaned back some as she watched the man closely, wondering what he was going to say, she knew he was watching her closely, attracted to her. She would use that to her advantage.