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Crouched outside the window of Hugo Strange's office, Catwoman smiles to herself. It has been far too long. The excitment of it, the rush of it - God, she loves this stuff. Unforunately, other than the bit of a security system present on the windows, breaking in here hasn't really been too much of a challenge.

There are so few good security systems in town. It makes it hard to find a good challenge. Of course, thinking of that makes her want to break into Wayne Tower. Or The Batcave. Or... Hrm. Maybe the Clocktower. /That/ would be a challenge. She /does/ want to see Mary again. It is worth thinking about. It would be a hell of a challenge. Take all night, probably. The very thought of it makes her shiver just a little bit.

Aftera few more moments making sure that all of her i's are dotted and all of her t's are crossed, she shimmies in through the now opened window. Once she's in, she looks around for a few moments before nodding to herself. Then she makes her way across the room and opens up the door for her compatriot in crime. Or vigilanteism. Whatever you want to call it.

Assuming he'll be in any moment, she starts to look around for evidence, hoping it isn't all on the computer. Because taking the computer would definately be obvious.

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"Was a time when those two options were one and the same," comes the retort as Slam moves on to the next drawer.

The paper in question is curious. Charred a bit, but obviously not tended to well enough. Written on an old typewriter.


Professor -

Bronson Brothers Funeral Home. Tonight. Work to do.

The rest of the page is burned off.

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"Was a time, you weren't painful at all." Her tone is dry and the paper is held between clawed finger tips.

"This is a good start. If we can find something more, all the better."

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His head lifts up.

"What'd ya find?"

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"Piece of paper he tried to burn. Can't prove the date but say he was going to the place where Thorne got shot." Tilting her head to the side, she places it carefully on the table.

Burnt paper is fragile stuff, after all.

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Slam' eyes narrow as he takes a look at that paper.

"Looks more like someone was telling him to go there."

A sqinting look up to Selina.

"You ever known this guy to be someone else's toady?"

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There is a small frown as she looks at it again, "Huh."

She shakes her head, "I haven't but that doesn't mean he wouldn't take hints and suggetions if someone put something in front of him." Catwoman's hands clench for a moment.

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He closes the last drawer on the desk and stands up.

"I already don't like this case."

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"You don't have to like it." That grin is back.

"You think there is anything else?"

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He shrugs.

"If there is, I'll find it. Run that back to your 'source' and let him know the whole case just opened itself up again. Make sure he loosens that cowl once in a while."

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"Oh sure. I'll just tell him you said he needs to loosen up some. That'll be a conversation starter."

Shaking her head, she makes her way to the window. There are some things she needs to remove before she leaves entirely. "Don't forget to lock up."

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"Wouldn't dream of robbing you of the chance to break in again."

The place isn't going to turn up anything else, as Strange covered his tracks pretty well. Or maybe his mysterious benefactor was the one covering his tracks.

Either way, smells like a freight train of crap coming down the line.

Hope she's ready for it.