her connecting flight wouldn't leave until sunrise, which meant eight hours in gotham city. felicia had heard the stories of gotham. every thief had, of course. a city run by crime families, haunted by psychopaths, and cursed by an asylum with an open-door policy. if she was being honest, gotham seemed a little more trouble than it was worth. still, there was always something worth stealing in a city like this. felicia knew money had a funny way of congregating wherever old families built old fortunes. every city has families like these. gotham has wayne, kane, elliot - the names that carry weight in boardrooms, newspapers, and political campaigns. these dynasties reached far beyond gotham's skyline. of course, their wealth trickled down into museums, private collections, and heavily insured vaults. which meant only one thing to the cat burglar: opportunity. and with eight hours to spare, the least she could do was stretch her legs , right ?
an emerald necklace rests alone beneath a glass display, the stone reflecting the warm museum light with shades of green across the feline's face. beautiful, and definitely worth the layover. with sensors deactivated, the glass surrenders with ease against the cat's prying, and moments later, the emerald necklace is within her claws. the cat takes a moment to admire her handy work, lifting the necklace into the light just right to see the deep-green rippling through the stone like fire. just as she begins to lower it into her bag, something fast hisses through the air. a crossbolt flashes between the tips of her claws, jerking the necklace from between her fingertips with precision before burying itself deep into the wall, pinning the necklace in place. the feline doesn't flinch, instead she turns as her eyes follow the bolt to its source: the skylight she had used for entry.
perched on the edge of the skylight, a silhouette stood against the gotham sky, crossbow already leveled for another shot. a thin brow rises, “ careful, ” she warns dryly, eyes drifting back to the necklace swaying gently off the crossbolt, and then back to the caped figure above, “ ─one-of-a-kind. ” she tilts her head innocently, “ ─would hate for it to end up in the wrong hands. ”
@helraising ❤'d to play with the cat !
