Never Corner A Cat

So silly little me decided to teach that foolish Riddler a certain lesson, and what do I find?

That he's been preparing for my visit. Lovely.

You know how many ladies like to claim that roses have thorns? I find that amusing, not threatening.

After all, thorns are protective, not aggressive. Fortunately, I'm no delicate flower. I have more in common with felines.

And what are they most well-known for? Their claws.

I don't care too much for protection, and I don't need thorns to defend me from harm.

I'll deal with anyone who has a problem with me personally. And that is a promise.

Hmm... Looks like he's holed up in the back. No problem.

Though, now that I think about it, there are certain sayings in regards to cats...

Such as if a black cat crosses your path--

--it leads to bad luck!

And... Yeah, I think I just broke a nail. Bad luck indeed.

What's another one? Oh yes...

How about "Cat got your tongue"? ...Wow, creepy toy. Do kids ever actually buy those? Ever?

Whoops, got a bit distracted. And yet, supposedly cats have nine lives.

You know, I bet a movie could be made about all of the stereotypical sayings and beliefs about cats.
So long as they don't confuse me for an actual cat, now that would just be silly.

Here we are. Now then, the moral of this whole little tiff between the Riddler and I? Why, there's even a saying for it.

Never corner a cat, because that is when they are the most vicious.

A Better Time

Sometimes I dream of it.

I see myself swinging through the city, feeling the wind against my masked face.

Gliding with the breeze as I watch over the brightly-lit city of dark intent below.

There are many bad elements all around this place that I call home.

One day we'll all be free of them. All of them. I watch as this happens, one small snuffed-out evil at a time.

I've had years to practice this... Profession of mine.

A profession that gives me pride in knowing that I could make this city a better place, little by little.

Though it pains me to see good people lost along the way. A pain that never goes away.

I never falter. For any situation, I am prepared.

Tools to disarm foes, leaving their guns useless...

Tools to disable technology, rendering even their most advanced methods powerless...

Nothing could stop me. Nothing.

I had become a predator for justice, just like the man who mentored me.

Such times come and go. One must move on, and yet I dream of it...

I dream of a better time. A time before I carried the title of Oracle.