Selina dashed across the rooftops of Gotham's lower districts, her narrow heels clicked with every step and leap she made. If there was anything she loved more than the gratifying feeling of another successful theft, it was the freedom she felt when she slipped into her alter ego, the infamous Catwoman. The wind struck her lithe body as she expertly threw herself from one building to another, her transparent goggles shielded her eyes as she passed through a torrent of steam being ejected through a series of vents.
It never failed to send a rush coarsing through Selina's veins whenever she adorned her curvy body with the gleaming black latex costume that hugged her body like a second skin, her flowing raven hair tucked into the cowl that only left her full, ruby lips exposed. Her life of crime was far too intoxicating for her to ever consider turning away from, to so flagrantly disregard the law with her own personal twist came as natural to Selina as breathing.
It amused her greatly whenever she came across one of the many GCPD billboards across the city that would show off pictures of the most up to date rogue's gallery, with her latex clad form featuring prominently. But unlike the other criminals that featured, Selina was one of the few to constantly avoid any form of capture, her true identity continued to elude even the best detectives Gotham had to offer, allowing her to avoid the shame of having a mugshot plastered across the city.
With her profile as a career cat burglar growing by the day, so did a group of fans dedicated to her every action. Some enjoyed the idea of her being a modern Robin Hood, stealing the most expensive and well secured items in Gotham, spitting in the eyes of the city's rich and famous. Others had a more... indecent attraction to her alter ego. Though many women would have been appalled to see what certain sections of the internet had to say about them, Selina relished the idea of occupying the fantasies of many men across Gotham, resulting in her making some more provocative appearances whenever she knew a camera was nearby.
But such thoughts were far from her mind as she landed on the rooftop of her target, containing a prize far beyond anything she had added to her bounty of ill gotten gains over the course of her career. She sauntered over to a large glass dome that protruded high above the base of the roof itself. It was cast in complete darkness, a contrast to times where the hall below played host to Gotham's burgeoning criminal element. But a set of narrow cones of light cast by spotlights rigged along the ceiling illuminated rows of plinths that lined the marble floor below, each containing an artefact more extravagant than the last.
Selina licked her lips as her eyes flicked from one artefact to the next, almost consumed by a desire to take each and every one of them, believing she could provide them with a far better home compared to their current predicament. But a wiser side of the cat burglar knew better than to rock the criminal boat too much, not wanting to run the risk of appearing on a bounty list.
She crouched down and fixed her gaze on the plinth that sat at the centremost area of the extravagant hall, just beneath the dome itself. Excitement coursed through her as she examined the Aztec diadem nestled on a plush cushion, glimmering as the spotlight struck the jewels embedded along its expertly formed circumference. As she stared at it, planning out her point of entry, she quickly became possessive of the diadem, as though it belonged in her possession more than one of Gotham's seemingly endless string of would-be crime bosses.
Once she felt confident enough in her approach, Selina circled around the dome until she came to a particularly large pane of glass. She extended her hand out towards it and curled her index finger, causing one of her sharpened claws to extend shoot out, glinting beneath the moonlight as the tip connected with the fragile glass. At a steady speed, Selina arched her arm above her head and brought it down, sweeping it in a clockwise motion, not stopping until she stopped at the origin point of the initial cut. Before the perfectly cut section could fall, Selina used the pads of her gloves to stick to it, slowly raising it up until she could rest it down on the gravelly surface of the roof.
"All too easy," Selina's glossy lips parted into a cunning smirk, contorting her slender body to fit through the gap.
Holding the brass frame of the dome, Selina reached out and took a hold of the rigging for suspending one of the priceless chandeliers. Making sure she had the descent calculated correctly, she craned her arm out and slashed the support wire, sending the her and the chandelier falling with a sudden jerk. Just before the vast array of recently cleaned crystals could collide with the floor below, the safety mechanism kicked in, stopping the collision by mere inches, granting Selina a more or less clean entry.
She stepped off of the swaying chandelier and crept over towards the central plinth, giving it an almost mocking grin at the lack of any sort of security keeping the valuable item within safe, even vacant of a motion sensitive laser array. Selina shrugged, concluding that its bloated owner had allowed his cockiness to blind him, believing that no one would dare move against him. Either way, Selina truly believed the diadem was hers for the taking. Planting her splayed fingers on either side of the protective glass, lifting it and setting it down on the ground, allowing her to retrieve the precious diadem.
She stared at the glimmering object in her hands with awe, lifting her goggles away to give it the reverence she felt it deserved. Not just because of its historical significance and ancient craftsmanship, but because of the sheer ease in which she had managed to obtain it, avoiding the usual barrage of masked goons she faced on most jobs.
"Looks like it's someone's lucky day," Selina spoke aloud, in her typically sultry voice.
"And I think I might know whose!"
Selina immediately took a defensive posture as the bright lights above snapped to life, filling the large hall with their glowing rays. As the rest of her razor sharp claws extended from the tips of the gloves, her eyes quickly adapted to the sudden change in lighting, focusing on the source of the voice. Her eyes quickly landed on the large figure of the owner of the building and one of Gotham's more recent additions to its portfolio of crime bosses, the man who only went by false names and identities, making him one of the more illusive active criminals in the city. Even Batman with all his advanced surveillance systems and super sleuthing capabilities couldn't uncover anything that pinned down his true identity.
