The silent alarm at Carmichael Jewelers blinked red on Batwoman’s sleek wrist console. Night had swallowed Gotham whole, but the city never truly slept—not when criminals lurked in every shadow.

*She slipped through the back alley, melting into the darkness like a ghost. Inside, the faint glint of a nice gemstone caught her eye—clutched in the gloved hand of a lone cat burglar. The thief too captured by the red ruby to notice someone having entered the same way he did. Admiring it with careful *

From the shadows, her voice cut cold and low: “Put it back. Or you’ll be taking a midnight tour of Blackgate. And trust me, it’s not a vacation.”