Asprin, Robert Lynn – Catwoman – Tiger Hunt (With Lynn Abbey)

Catwoman showed up at the museum. At least I think she did. Whatever her involvement with the icon has been, I don’t want her showing up at the pier. I think you can lure her back to the museum. Try to intercept her and get her to go to—

Bruce paused. The possibilities were endless, but he could hear Tiger crunching through the rubble at the end of the alley. He took the location at the top of his mind—the place where Catwoman had left a message for him—and wrote it down. Then he scrolled the paper swiftly into a capsule the size of a disposable cigarette lighter. He sealed it and dropped it before Tiger got into hailing distance. In fifteen minutes it would send up a homing beacon.

Tiger was feeling much relieved. “How are your sea legs, old man?” he said, clapping Bruce roundly on the shoulder. “Hope they’re good ones, ’cause we got a bit of sea work to do.”

Chapter Seventeen

Bonnie coiled her feet around the legs of her folding chair. She was determined that she would not bounce, or leap to her feet, or do any of the other celebratory things popping in her head like soap bubbles. She would sit calmly in her uncomfortable chair with the serious look pasted on her face that she saw on the faces of the other Wilderness Warriors seated around her. After all, Tim’s friend—who, it turned out, belonged to the Gotham City Federal Prosecutor’s office—had made a special trip uptown with his charts and yellow notepads to tell them what he was going to do with the information the Warriors had provided.