Gwen found herself in Gotham, following a client's husband and his supposed mistress, his coworker. Her job was as simple as snapping a few photos on their business trip, just enough to prove that he was actually cheating. If he wasn't, her job got harder.
Clients that came to her with these infidelity stories only wanted one thing. To be right. Whatever that meant.
Luckily, after scaling a wall in a nearby alley, she managed to find a good angle into the cheating bastard's hotel window with the perfect view of him and his coworker bumping uglies. Click, snap. Gotcha.
She readjusted herself, making sure to stick her feet fully against the wall, sitting parallel to the wall. Gwen brought her camera up again, only to freeze at the familiar tingling sensation in the back of her neck.
Gwen looked up at the rooftops. She squinted. "Hello?" she nervously called out.
