Inexplicably, I felt drops of icy sweat dripping up my back. I am aware that icy and sweat are contradictory by their very nature and should not be able to coexist in the same freakish bead of ICE WHAT IS THAT falling up my back. I am also aware things are not supposed to fall up. For that matter, criminals aren’t supposed to get it on with crime fighters. Yet here we were: Catwoman, Batman, icy, sweat, dripping, up. Sometimes life is like that.

Cat-Tales Book 3