Selina got back home with a groan. Her Catwoman outfit was stuffed in her bag and her ears were still ringing from her run in with the Batman.

“Felicia I’m home,” Selina said as she opened the door and the two cats that were following her rushed inside. “If I sound groggy it’s cause I had a run in with this very insistent client and he quite literally gave me a headache.” Selina realised she still had her mask on and quickly stuffed in inside her bag. “Felicia?”

Selina figured she was probably asleep because she had a long day at school. She quietly walked towards her room and opened the door slightly, a tiny beam of light cutting through. Selina slipped into the corner and walked towards her bed, careful not to make a sound. She reached out to ruffle her hair but only ruffled a pillow.

Selina sighed. “Now where’d you run off to?”

…

The Cat had given them a crate lined with equipment, tools and most importantly masks.

“Look at me,” Holly said, wearing a mask of a cat painted black. She had her hands up and her tongue out. “I’m the Cat lady, kneel before me. Roarrr.”

Felicia chuckled, she straightened up a rope, wrapping it around her waist. “Get serious. You’ll be a laughingstock if you wear a mask like that.”

“At least my mask doesn’t show off most of my face,” Holly said, removing her cat mask. “I mean I can make out most of your distinguishing features with that skimpy mask of yours.”

“It’s comfortable,” Felicia said. “Besides I like to keep things simple.”

In the crate there was also skin-tight clothes. At first, Felicia thought the Cat had an odd fetish but when she put them on, they made her feel lighter and allowed her to slip through corners much easily.

They all lined up in front of the Cat with the equipment of their choice. The cold wind bit through their clothes. The rooftops of Gotham lay in front of them.

“Remember,” the Cat said. “It’s every man and woman for themselves. I’ll be watching you from a far to assess your skills. Whoever brings me in the Egg in one piece gets a free pass to the Syndicate. The rest of you will pack up and forget any of this happened.”

That seemed very naïve for a leader of a syndicate, Felicia thought. Leaving potential witnesses without so much as a warning.

“I have high expectations of you,” the Cat said but he was looking at Felicia when he said it. “Now show me what you all got.”

He looked at all the kids who in turn looked at each other, sizing them up. “Alright children, on your marks.” Everybody tensed up. “Get set.” The tension in the air was electrifying. Felicia stared at Holly, who gave her a nod confirming their plan would go ahead. They had agreed to work together to retrieve the Egg but, call it a thieves’ hunch but Felicia didn’t trust Holly one bit. “Go!”

The sound of footsteps clattered on the rooftop, the moon shining on the eager youths as they leapt from rooftop to rooftop making their way to the museum.

…

Who could’ve stolen the necklace?

“Hey Peter.”

Peter didn’t tell anyone about the necklace. Not that he had anybody to tell in the first place. His only friend was on a journey of self-discovery and everybody in school looked at him like he was an alien when he tried to even connect with even one of them.

“Petterrr.”

He knew better than to bring it out in the open. Most Gotham kids picked up habits from their parents, criminal habits. He knew better than to walk around school with something expensive.

“Peter Parker.”

Felicity was the only suspect but there was no way she knew his locker code or number for that matter. She couldn’t have been the one to…

“Pet…”

“What?” Peter snapped. Jason Todd grinned as he dangled a chocolate bar in front of him, hanging upside down atop the rooftop beams.

“Hey that’s…” Peter said, reaching out for the bar. Jason jumped to the side and unwrapped the chocolate bar, swallowing it up in one gulp.

“You snooze, you lose.”

“You’re an asshole,” Peter said. “You know that? A Grade A asshole. You take after your dad.”

“He’s not my dad,” Jason said suddenly, his cheeks red.

“Oh, sure he isn’t,” Peter said with a grin. “I see how you follow him around the mansion. It’s cute when you do that.”

“Shut up,” Jason said, reddening. “What do you know?”

“I know enough,” Peter said. “Like how you always hide behind him when Alfred gets angry at you. Alfred told me all about it.”

“That asshole,” Jason said. “I’m going to give him a piece of my mind when we get home.”

“Why not do it now?” Peter said. “And leave me alone?”

Jason Todd was annoying. Dick often mentioned how Bruce used to find him annoying, so much so that Dick’s presence drove him off the deep end. Peter figured that with Jason, Bruce already took the plunge which probably explained why he was such an uptight prick during training.

“I’m bored,” Jason muttered. He was lying down on the beams, scrunching up the chocolate wrapper, tapping his fingers against the beam.

Peter had to admit he was bored too. He’d lied to Aunt May saying that he was at a sleepover at a (non-existent) friend’s house and right now, lying atop the beams and looking at the moon through the skylights, Peter would much rather do that than spend another hour with Jason Todd.

There was a web of lasers beneath them criss-crossing around the egg in the centre. The lights hummed and energy brimmed throughout the museum. And just when Peter was starting to make himself comfortable on top of wooden beams, the lights went off.

Peter put on his mask. The eyes started to glow as the world around him brimmed to life in a bluish hue. He turned to see Robin had his mask on, too. The white eyes glowing in the darkness.

“What’s going on?” Robin asked.

Below them they heard shuffling footsteps.

“Bad guys?” Robin asked.

“Bad guys,” Spider-Man confirmed. There were around 3 people running towards the egg. “Now let’s wait. We don’t want to lose the element of…”

Spider-Man heard the ruffling of a cape and there was a flash of yellow in front of him.

“Surprise.”

Spider-Man sighed and joined them.