Selina’s fingers ran through Falcone’s books. Her room was a dense mess of the Falcone accounts books she stole, all scattered about and half opened. She was looking for records from 28 years ago. Records that proved he had a trip to Italy. She turned the dust-heavy, weathered pages looking for answers but finding none.
Selina let out an exasperated sigh. Most, if not all of her time stealing was looking for these damn books. Scouring through their offices and warehouses and filling her damn bag with these books rather than the money she saw scattered about.
But she needed answers. Maggy and Selina were born two years of each other and neither of them knew their mothers. They were raised by some drunk asshole named Gabe who told them their mother was from Italy who took her to Gotham and left them here, leaving them alone with Gabe when Selina was four and Maggie was just two. From then, Selina vowed to find answers and the answers she searched for lead her to Carmine Falcone.
Selina let out a frustrated scream. The answers she was looking for weren’t in these books. She stacked them away in her shelf in an inconspicuous location. Felicia was a curious kitten and she didn’t want her finding anything linking Selina to the Falconies.
It was when she was putting the books away that one of them dropped to the floor. One of the cats started sniffing at it, Selina gently pushed him away and saw something that caught her interest.
White and Family Laundry $10 000
It was money being transferred to the laundry and Selina knew a thing or two about money laundering to know that the Falconies weren’t transferring 10 Gs to a random laundry company out of the kindness of their hearts.
She skimmed through each of the account books, looking at any money transfers to White and Family. She calculated about 10 million dollars being laundered to the laundromat from various other Falcone subsidiaries.
It was around the late afternoon when Felicia came back home.
“You won’t regret it, Kitten,” she said in a mocking voice. “It’s an opportunity to make friends.”
Despite the mocking tone Selina couldn’t help but smile. “Is that anyway to talk to your sister?”
“Yes, especially when she talks you into making bad decisions!” Felicia said. “Where are you, anyway?”
“I’m in my room,” Selina said. “I’ll be out in a bit.”
It when she was making the pasta that Selina noticed Felicia was staring at her, hands on her cheek.
“What’s up?” Selina asked.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” Felicia said. “What happened to you?”
Selina smiled. “Oh, it’s nothing big. I just got some good news today.”
She placed the steaming bowl of pasta on the dinner table. “I’ll be a little busy with work tomorrow. Hope you don’t mind.”
During her breaks, rather than spending time with her classmates, Felicia decided to try and decipher the co-ordinates on that card the man gave her. It was going through it that she realised the co-ordinates written on the card were only 75% co-ordinates. The rest of the number written on it was a day and the time of the meeting. Thankfully, Felicia managed to decipher the code in a nick of time because the meeting was quite literally tonight.
Waiting anxiously for her classes to be over, Felicia’s eyes darted around the classroom to make it go by faster. That was when she noticed Peter Parker, his face on the desk. He was fast asleep.
She only knew a few things about Peter Parker. He was smart, super smart but not as smart as the teachers wanting him to be because the teachers gave him smack for getting 80% in his tests. People said he worked a ton of part time jobs, some people say they saw him delivering pizzas once, others say they saw him as a waiter in a restaurant. Peter always slept in class and didn’t really talk to anyone. He used to be friends with Bruce Wayne’s adopted son Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon but after the Joker incidents last year, Grayson left Gotham and Gordon was hospitalised after the Joker suddenly attacked her, after that Peter Parker didn’t have much in terms of a social life.
But Felicia didn’t care about that. Just this morning she saw him holding something in his hands which he then put in his locker. Something that looked expensive.
And she wanted it.
Jack Gold had a bad night last night. Thing about Gold was that he might have been in charge of the laundering scheme of the Falcone’s and being in that line of business, he’d seen a lot of shit and hurt a lot of people but the thing about Gold, the one big thing about Gold was that he had never been hurt in his life. That all changed when some sexy lady in leather scratched him across the face and he spilled the location of the 10 mil like a plastic glass with a hole in it.
Now, they’re two more things you need to know about Jack Gold. Gold loved extreme sports, sky diving, motor cross, you name it. Mention an extreme sport and you can be sure Jack Gold did it. Only sport he never did was bungee jumping. He never trusted the rope, he was scared it could snap at any moment and in his line of work, trust wasn’t something you could easily give and all it would take was one ambitious asshole tampering with the rope and he would be falling to his death. The other thing you need to know about Jack Gold was that he had never run into the Batman. He’d heard the stories, seen the men who had run into him but never seen the man himself. A fact which surprised Gold because being a man in his line of work, he’d have expected to run into him one way or another.
That all was about to change as tonight, Jack Gold found himself dangling on a rope, swinging above Gotham River with the Batman standing above him atop the Gotham Bridge as the cars rushed behind him making his cape billow in the wind.
“I know about the money, Gold,” Batman said. “Now talk.”
Jack grinned. “Or what?”
Jack felt a sickening sense of vertigo as the rope slackened and the river seemed a lot nearer than it should be.
“Okay, okay I’ll talk,” Jack cried. “Pull me up.”
“After I get answers.”
“The money is in the warehouse,” Jack said. “The one by Theatre Avenue. Boys over at the laundromat take it over there. I think we have over 10 million stacked.”
“You’re just going to have to find out your…”
Batman wasn’t having that. He lowered the rope down.
“Okay, okay,” Jack screamed. “The one next to the old mall. Y’know… the… the…”
“I know,” Batman said. Jack saw him tap something into his gauntlet.
“Though I think you’re already late,” Jack said. Batman knelt to lower the rope but Jack quickly shouted. “Don’t! Don’t! I’ll spill! Please I hate this river, dear god.”
“What do you mean I’m too late?”
“Some lady dressed up as a cat asked me the questions just last night,” Jack said. “Scratched my face too.” Jack moved his hands over to his face. “You… you see the scars.” Batman noticed three scratch marks running across his cheek. “She didn’t say what she was doing but…”
“Gordon bring your men over to the Gotham Bridge,” Batman said into his gauntlet. “I have something for you.”
“Hey uh… you going to bring me up?”
Batman tied the rope around the side of the bridge. “The rope will keep you hoisted up here until the police arrive.”
“Can’t you like… tie me up on top or something?”
“What if I decide to cut the rope or something?” Jack said. “Won’t I die?”
“I don’t think you’re that stupid.”
“So, you’re just going to leave me here?” Jack asked.
Jack got his answer as he saw the Batmobile storming past the traffic that zoomed through the bridge.