It took seconds.
Silent, efficient and damn near untouchable, Catwoman lunged from the darkness and made short work of the buffoonish henchmen. Now, both Frank and Damon were knocked unconscious, tied in a thick net-like bind she may-or-may-not-have nabbed from her old Bats. Selina’s strut was godly confident as she swayed her hips with every move toward the awaiting diamond, her tongue circling her lips. “Sometimes, it’s too easy…” She sighed, reaching the glass case and lifting a single finger.
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Ivy had a rather bored look on her face while watching ‘her’ henchmen get beaten into a pulp by a woman with cat ears. Usual day at the desk. What was getting on her nerves was that Harley was acting like an impatient child… nothing new there, though. Was she any less of a woman and she’d’ve spanked her right there while they waited, but silence was key, and Catwoman was their gatekeeper to getting their hands on Kryptonite… and once that plan was secure, there was more than one Kryptonian she could think of that this would be a fun toy to play with.
“Shut up, Harley.” Ivy murmured, eyes fixed on the cam… and to no surprise, yet much to her ego, Catwoman strode right up to the awaiting diamond.
Now’s their chance. But Harley reacted faster. “Harley!” Ivy gasped, jumping out of her seat as her accomplice was already bolting for the door. With zero hesitation, a vine wrapped around Ivy’s arm shot forward, grabbing Harley by the wrist and yanking her backwards violently - right into Ivy’s awaiting glare. “Stop.” She hissed, peering deep into her partner’s eyes. “Do NOT ruin this for us.”
A moment passed. With a sigh, Ivy let her go. The vine retracted back to her side, and she motioned for Harley to open the van’s door. “...there are two entrances to the museum. The alarm is deactivated.” She assured her. “You take the fire exit, and distract her… I’ll come from above, though the window. Understand?”
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