It was a tough world for a black cat.

Oft associated with the likes of superstition, bad omens, and witchcraft, felines of the ebony assortment were usually shunned by society. Cast away in favor of more elegant breeds, the black cat had to make a name for itself on the lowly streets. Slinking in the shadows of the night, digging through the scraps for some kibbles, raising its fur on end and displaying the sharpest ivory teeth in contrast to its entire form.

This was why Selina Kyle embraced the alter ego and moniker of the Catwoman.

Surviving on the streets of Gotham City for as long as she could remember, Selina found the similarities between her and the ominous felines striking. Little by little, she transformed herself into a costumed cat. A scrub cap became a cowl sporting a set of kitty ears. Simple gloves became those outfitted with a matching set of steel claws that could slice through skin with ease. Selina forwent the stereotypical hoodies for a sleeker suit--more form-fitting and allowing her to appear like the slender cats she adored so much.

Dressing up in costume wasn’t all that extraordinary in Gotham. It was a wild, sprawling concrete jungle with even wilder residents. The most well-known of the population, deluded in many ways, played dress-up and used their appearance to accentuate the crazy factor. Gotham’s leading vigilante himself was a costumed Caped Crusader. Selina figured that being a Cat was far better than being psychotic vine of weeds, or a mentally decrepit clown.

“Mama needs those kibbles,” she murmured to no one in particular. Though the Cat was far from her very humble beginnings, her line of work required that she stayed on top of the happenings in the streets. Any shift of leadership in the crime families could send her livelihood tumbling into ruins. Every one of her takes were affectionately nicknamed as kibbles--and rightfully so. Without them, she couldn’t fund her lavish lifestyle, her delectable dinners, and the lives that her brood of kittens were so accustomed to by now.

The goal tonight? A simple smash and grab. At least, that’s how the job was described to her. Smashing was far beneath Selina’s specialty--it was always best to move about with the least amount of detection as possible. Such was the way of the cats of the night.

Rumor had it that one of Gotham’s businessmen had an interesting collection of firearms at his disposal. Guns were always a hot commodity on the Black Market--with a little elbow grease, they could be refurbished into weapons that were virtually untraceable. What made this case unique was that the guns were not simply your average pistols and revolvers. They were aged, coveted by collectors who fawned over the olden days of the Wild Wild West. Unlikely to be sold as they were to be in the hands of someone who really wanted them.

Selina didn’t care where or who they were for. Her only job was to make sure that they arrived with nary a scratch. The Cat would get paid her cut--in all cash. And nothing in this world excited her more than lying about in hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of cold, hard dinero.

The man’s home was a sprawling mansion located a good half-hour outside of the city limits. Catwoman had to cycle as close to her destination as she could, parking her faithful motorbike in a brush dense with vegetation. Hoofing it the next couple of miles would be no problem. Less than twenty minutes should be her approximate arrival time.

Going over the map of details in her mind, Catwoman was confident that this would go on without a hitch. The Bat would be many miles away, taking care of his city. The woman highly doubted that any other superheroes would care to guard this remote spot of upper-class suburbia. And when she spotted the tall wrought iron gate that wrapped around the vast property...

She knew she was home.

“Mm. Ibiza sounds like a good vacation spot,” Selina mused to her lonesome, already plotting what she’d do with her payday. First thing’s first--she needed to work her way in. Luckily for this slick kitten, she knew exactly where to start.