It had been another long night in Gotham’s underbelly. The rain slicked the rooftops as White Rabbit perched above a smoldering warehouse, smoke curling from the chaos she had just orchestrated. Down below, stolen tech burned — bait for a Bat she knew would come sniffing soon.

She adjusted her gloves, a teasing smile curling on her lips as the echo of sirens neared.

“Late again, darling,” she murmured to the shadows, brushing a strand of white hair behind her ear. “You really should learn to keep up.”