They were swinging through Gotham, Spider-Man and Robin, the not-so dynamic duo looking for leads. They followed the museum road looking for any lead, any indication as to where the egg could be.
“Thanks for standing up for me,” Robin said, through the intercom. “Bruce can be…”
“Yeah no problem, kiddo,” Spider-Man said.
“Don’t call me kiddo,” Robin said.
“Whatever you say, kiddo,” Spider-Man said. “Did you find anything on the rooftops?”
“Nothing,” Robin said.
“I sent a signal to the Batcomputer to cross reference the security images with the footage and…” Spider-Man tapped the side of his mask and a holographic image projected out in front. “The security guards who hauled up the kids don’t match up with the faces on the museum’s database.”
“Peter I found something,” Robin said.
“Can we not say our first names?” Spider-Man asked. “Please, Jason.”
Spider-Man swung towards Jason atop an empty rooftop.
“There’s traces of blood down there,” Robin said. “Judging by the splatter it looks like it’s from a knife wound… no a gunshot.”
Spider-Man and Robin descended down on the rooftop, they started looking around for any clues.
“Judging from the blood splatter,” Robin said. “The gunfire should be somewhere around here.”
Robin indicated a clear spot in the middle of the rooftop. “But there’s nothing here. No blood, nothing. Unless…”
Robin knelt down, squinting his eyes. “There’s some blood traces here and…”
“I see some by the door,” Spider-Man said. “Somebody was killed here and they had to drag him downstairs.”
“But who?” Robin asked.
“We’ll take the blood sample to the cave,” Spider-Man said. “Take some photos of the crime scene. We’ll test the blood samples in the cave but we’ll need Bruce’s help. Great detective work by the way.”
“Thanks,” Robin said with a proud smirk. “I learned from the best.”
…
“Selina,” Felicia said with. She snorted out in an attempt to feign confidence but deep down she had a sneaking suspicion. The long nights, the bruises. Sure, she used to brush it off, saying that a girl needs to learn self-defence around these parts but it never made sense for her to be hurt almost every single night. “There’s no way it could be here. Catwoman steals and Selina she tells me not to. There’s no…”
The Cat saw through her false bravado. “Look at the signs, you know what I’m saying to be true.”
“But if that’s the case,” Felicia said. “How do you know? Selina wouldn’t tell me anything, I doubt she’d trust someone like you.”
“Why that’s simple,” The Cat said. “She used to work here.”
…
Batman and Catwoman fought through the men. Batman throwing his gadgets around and yanking weapons away with his Batclaw and Catwoman bounding of walls and weaving through the bullets.
“Turk should be escaping by now,” Batman said.
A thug turned around with a gun pointed at Selina, she dodged and kicked him across the face. At that point around 4 thugs had appeared holding machine guns.
“I’m kind of occupied at the moment,” Catwoman said.
“Duck,” Batman said.
Before the thugs could fire their weapons, four circle objects attached themselves to the guns and a burst of electricity ran through the weapons, jamming them. Catwoman used this opportunity to finish them off.
“Go after Turk,” Batman said. “I’ll handle things here.”
Catwoman nodded, she ran through the building, fighting through the thugs that stood in her way. She burst into Turk’s office but it was empty. Everything was scattered, the carpet was a mess. Turk was in a hurry.
She looked out the window and sure enough Turk was practically shoving himself into a car, being guarded by two men with machine guns.
The car doors slammed shut and the engine started up. Selina knew if he got away now, he’d get away forever. Which is why she had a trick up her sleeve.
Attached on her belt was the grappling hook she stole from Batman on the ship. She leaned out the window and fired.
…
“Work here,” Felicia said. “What do you mean… work here?”
“Exactly what I said,” The Cat said. “Your friend, Ms. Kyle at around the age of 15 worked for us, stealing. She was damn good at it too. Our boss at that time was adamant to promote her to the head of the syndicate once he passed on. Everything was going very well for her.”
“What happened?”
There was a dark shadow to the Cat’s voice as it took on a grimmer tone. “Like I said she was a good thief. So much so that she stole the Boss’s greatest treasure. His daughter.”
The Cat turned to face her. “You.”
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