Black Cat

Black Cat, crouched on the edge of a rooftop, her sleek black costume blending with the darkness. Her sharp eyes scanned the building across the street, a museum that had just completed a high-profile exhibit featuring rare artifacts. The kind of treasures that weren’t meant to be kept in the hands of anyone but the wealthy elite. She could almost taste the challenge.

"Perfect," she murmured to herself, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Let’s see if they’ve learned anything since last time."

With the grace of a predator, Felicia dropped from the rooftop, landing silently on the fire escape below. The night was her ally, the city her canvas, and tonight, she was about to paint a masterpiece.