Cat & Bat

The neon sign of the Iceberg Lounge flickered through the heavy Gotham fog. Above the skylight, Batgirl and Catwoman crouched in the drizzle. ​Below sat the Sovereign Crown—a priceless artifact containing the mob's offshore payroll drives. ​"Guards cycle every two minutes," Barbara whispered, tapping her gauntlet. "We drop in, take out the heavies, and grab the crown." ​"So rigid, Babs… live a little 🐾," Selina teased. ​They dropped silently. Batgirl swept the first guard off his feet, while Catwoman whipped the rifle from the second, driving a heel into his chest. Clear in ten seconds. Barbara hooked her WayneTech terminal to the vault to wipe the security feeds. ​[COMM LINK: SECURE CHANNEL 09] ​Batgirl: Vault overridden! Grab the crown so we can move! 💻⚡ ​Catwoman: Already ahead of you, darling… stunning piece, isn't it? 💎✨ ​Batgirl: Great! Put it in the courier bag—wait, why are you hitting the fire system?! 🚨 ​Catwoman: Creating an exit strategy… for one. 💋 ​Selina smashed the emergency lever with her whip. Blast shutters slammed down over the exits, and dense chemical foam poured from the ceiling. ​"Selina!" Barbara yelled, her vision blinded as foam coated her cowl sensors. ​Through the haze, Selina stepped onto the freight elevator—the only open escape route—holding up the glittering crown. ​"The mob payroll belongs to Gotham's strays tonight," Catwoman purred into the comms. "Don't worry—I left a grapple wire near the vent! 🐾🖤" ​The doors closed, leaving Batgirl to hack her way out of the foam-filled room.