The New Batman Adventures

- There she is. - Get her.

Sorry, boys, but Goldie's mine now.

Nice kitty.

Nice kitty.

That's a good boy. Yeah.

Ta-ta, guys. And don't worry about Goldie here.

She's gonna love her new home.

Get her. No matter what it takes.

Look, guys, fun is fun, but enough already.

How about I give this statue back, say I'm sorry...

...and we forget the whole thing?

Too late for that. It's been defiled.

And the only way to sanctify it is with blood.

And that'd be mine, huh? No, thanks.

We're locksmiths, I swear.

Yeah. And the masks are a fashion statement.

Give us a break.

About time you got here.

Let me guess. You needed a warm place to spend the night.

Kind of.

I know of one.

Jail.

Same old self-righteous stiff.

It doesn't look like you've changed much, either, Selina.

But I have. I've been through a lot in the last month...

...and I can tell you that jail's not the place for me.

- I wouldn't be safe there. - Safe from what?

Next question.

And you can't get rid of them. They're like old boyfriends or warts.

- And you figured I'd save your skin. - That's what you do, isn't it?

- Normally. But it'll cost you. - What do you have in mind?

Everything you've ever stolen. It all goes back to the owners.

You're crazy. That's my life's work you're talking about.

All right, then.

We got a deal. Drive.

- It's some kind of cult. - Some detective.

- I could have told you that. - It began in ancient Egypt.

The cult worshiped cats, and one of their holiest rites was theft.

Wait a minute. Cat worship? Theft? Those guys should be praying to me.

Not likely.

This man, Thomas Blake. He's their leader.

A major-league psycho. Lives for revenge.

- Kind of cute. - You're in over your head this time, Selina.

- Way over. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on. I know a way out.

- Selina, where does this lead? - Never mind. Just hurry.

- Where are we? - The furnace. And there's your exit.

I have my own, thanks.

- Not exactly the easiest way out. - Yeah. But it'll never occur to those idiots.

Light it, but first turn up the gas. All the way.

What's that?

Selina?

Selina?

I should kill you, you know. There's no reason not to.

I could give you one or two.

No one's ever eluded us for as long as you did.

- What's your secret? - What's yours?

No one's ever chased me as long as you did.

Normally I like men who don't know when to quit but...

We're deeply committed to our faith.

Yes. Your faith. Why don't you tell me all about it?

She's stalling.

Let's kill her and be done with it.

She asked about our faith. That's the first step toward conversion.

And conversion's good for the soul. Not to mention the body.

- Tell me where Catwoman is. - Where are you?

Wrong answer.

You're fond of cats, aren't you? Maybe you'll like my favorite animal.

All right, I'll tell you.