A red light flashed on the Bat-computer. An alarm had been triggered at Gotham Metropolitan Museum. He hissed in pain as he leaned forward. The feeds were hi-jacked and he had direct access to all the security cameras.
His fingers danced over the neighbouring keyboard as he looked to see who were the current exhibitors. 'Arabian Artefacts of the Mythic Middle East'. He gave a groan, as Bruce Wayne he was meant to open the exhibition and welcome the guests, thanking them for their generosity and trust.
But tonight was not going to be an easy night. He took a Waynetech painkiller... and a couple of the experimental steroid replacements. In small doses, it might give him the edge he needed.
From the corner of his eye he spotted movement on one of the screens. A lithe feminine figure, was taking out the last of the guards with ease. As the last guard slumped to the ground, the feeds flickered and failed.
The footage was too poor in quality to see who the attacker was...
However, he had his own suspicions...
Catwoman... or Harley Quinn were most likely...
The picture was so grainy, it could have been Poison Ivy, or -hell- even Clayface just playing with the guards.
But one thing was certain, they were still in the building.
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