The City Rises, by Umberto Boccioni. Painted in 1910, housed at the Museum of Modern Art in Gotham, and worth $16.2m. And currently being stolen by a relatively unknown thief.

Jason, who was the closest to the scene and therefore assigned to fix it, dashed through the concrete jungle, following the sweet wheatgrass scent of whoever stole the prized painting. He could tell it belonged to a prey animal of some sort, too honeyed and mild for a predator like him. The scent trailed across busy streets, across dark rooftops, before landing in a dead-end alleyway, where the thief, holding a square-ish object covered in a canvas cloth, was cornered against the raw brick walls.

Ah. Well, that explains it.

The thief’s lop bunny ears, their little pink nose quivering with anxiety at getting caught. They were a hare. Jason had heard of a new rabbit thief hanging around, but he hadn't heard of them attempting more than petty pickpocketing and burglary. That changed tonight, apperently.

Mildly impressed by the rabbit-hybrid’s talents, he unholstered his firearm and pressed the tip of the barrel against the bunny’s forehead.

“Hey, bun-bun… Whatcha got there?” He teased, his ears twitching with interest as he tilts his head at the bunny thief, a wolf-like grin under his mask.