Previously on Cat-Tales:
All emotion had drained from Batman’s eyes, leaving only a gaze of focused control and icy detachment.  It held for a heartbeat, then the ice melted and emotion slowly returned… and with it, a long, slow smile of deep and quiet menace.

“Not green for the opera,” he said in a poisonous voice that was barely human.  “That purple and black thing you’ve got, the strapless that’s almost the same shade as your costume.  Hair up, nothing to pull focus from your neck.  We might have to improvise the jewelry…”

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The Gotham Rogues