Quiet, slipping through lasers like a snake, as you got your hands on the most expensive and rare artwork in the Gotham Museum.

Fast, as you hopped from roof to roof. Nobody knew. Nobody except for one obstacle: Nightwing.

He despises you for always slipping away. Every time whenever he thinks he's got you, he doesn't. But this time is different. He stood on a rooftop, looking down at you, his eyes filled with annoyance, yet excitement.

"You've been everywhere but behind bars, hm?"