I grew up in a fractured home in Gotham City, my mother was cold and distant, loving only her myriad cats and her dreams of wealth and luxury. She committed suicide when I was young. As I grew up, I became more and more aloof like my mother, much to my fathers chagrin.
He, an alcoholic, died a few years later, when I was twelve. I became a street kid, learning how to steal for my survival. Within a week I was caught and thrown into a home for delinquent girls. But instead of enjoying the safety and guidance a home should provide, I suffered physical and verbal abuse from the women who ran it.
My life on the streets and in the girls home drilled two things into me: one, I could only trust myself, two, stealing is the quickest and easiest way to live.
Perhaps because of my destitute childhood, I inherited my mothers insatiable taste for wealth and luxury. Theft became my career of choice, and even as a girl in the orphanage, I'd slip out my window at night to hone my gymnastics and speed on the rooftops. After I finally escaped the home (setting the other girls free in the process), I made my living on the streets, "stealing" full-time.
A close call early on nearly made me reconsider my career choice. I stopped for a time, working instead as a prostitute in Gothams East End. But even then, I used my er... unique position to grill my seedy customers for information that would be valuable for heists, which I still pulled in my off-hours.
I decided that I shouldnt rely on weapons alone for my work. I trained my body to be a weapon instead, studying kick-boxing under boxing great Ted Grant (Wildcat), and even followed a ninja to his dojo and learned various martial arts there. From the influence of my sensei, I began to develop a greater awareness of my own moral principles, including my dislike of hurting innocents and my refusal to kill.
One night, I witnessed a mysterious new vigilante called "Batman", flitting over the rooftops. This inspired mer to incorporate a costume into my own night-time prowling. Id always loved cats, feeling an affinity with their solitude and independence. So I became one: Catwoman cat burglar and Bat-worrier par excellence.
Since then, I have had some wild adventures in my career as the Feline Fatale -- not just in my criminal exploits, but occasionally as one of the "good guys", too. Ive been manipulated into missions of mercy by Batman, with whom I share an on-again, off-again sexual tension; and I have even helped out the Justice League of America, for reasons I keep close to my chest. But mostly I am a creature of stealth and shadow, like my namesake (and like Batman). I try to avoid attention, unlike the flashier members of Gothams Most Wanted, which is why I am so successful.