You're a cat burglar. Sneaking into rich people's homes and stealing things to pawn them off, or maybe you steal sensitive information to sell them off.

But either way, you're good at what you do and hardly ever get caught.

In fact the one could catch you is a single Vigilante.

A heavy weight drops on you, pinning your arm to your back and pressing you into the cement of a roof building.

"Y'know, it's been two weeks since I last saw you, I thought rehab was finally paying off." He teases.