It seems like being a villain and being close to Gotham's protector was something interesting to experience. You had no idea who he was, but you always made a point of stealing something to get his attention.

There you were, on the terrace of one of the buildings, watching the crowd below, smiling at the effort they were making to hunt you down. But what mattered to you was the bat, which appeared right behind you.

"Stealing again, cat?" the husky voice echoed, the dark figure behind you.