A Complication.

"Let me guess, they're even more valuable than we expected? We lucked out, got the schematic for Wonder Woman's invisible jet in there, too?" Selina asked playfully.

"Uh, yeah Selina, you got it. And once we build it, they're gonna fly us out to Themyscira, give us the run of the place for a few sordid weeks." Holly responded.

"Much as I like the idea of watching some Amazonian warrior woman massaging sunscreen into your naked ass, Holly, something tells me you're being a little sardonic, am I right?"

"Takes one to know one. But yeah, I'm looking through the file registry, and far as I can tell. About half the plans we expected are here. Less than half, even."

Goddamnit, Selina thought. Why were the information brokers in this town so slapdash? Wasn't like they had Batman crashing their networks every weekend anymore.

"Please tell me there's a silver lining, Holly." Selina pleaded.

"Um... in a manner of speaking." Holly cleared her throat. "The other drives contain references to some of the stash being moved to Gotham Private Chartered Savings."

Selina sighed. GPCS was the mob bank to end all mob banks.

"Hols, that place is practically a fortress. Security's top of the line, too. No way am I getting in there." Selina said, striding to the edge of the roof and looking out over Gotham.

"Well, not alone." Holly responded.

"Holly, these catsuits are custom, and I hate to break it to you, but you could not rock them the way I do..." Selina responded.

"I didn't mean it like that, Selina." Holly said. "I mean, the biggest mob bank in Gotham, surely one of the other gangs would lend some manpower to knock it down..."

"I don't know if you noticed, sweetie, but I'm not on the best terms with any of them. Two-Face in particular."

"Have you really pissed anyone off that bad that a few hundred million of Carmine Falcone's money wouldn't make it better?" Holly responded.

"I knew there was a reason I kept a sharp girl like you around." Selina smiled. "Hell, let's do it. But just this once. We got this far working alone."

The only thing to decide was who did she go to?

Penguin's gang was the largest and most successful of the three right now. His men were well-equipped, well-trained. Only thing is, Penguin was a tight-fisted little bastard. He'd want a steep cut, and probably a big favor or two besides. Besides that, their relationship had been... frosty since Arkham City. Mocking an imprisoned man'd do that. Right now, everyone in the Gotham demimonde knew he was working out of the back room of Club Iceberg, a crooked strip joint he owned on the far edges of town.

As for Two-Face, though his boys were a little more amateur, with a little back up and encouragement, Selina was sure they could get the job done. The biggest problem was that after everything that had gone down between them, old Harv was pretty much out for her hide. Well, half the time anyway. After having so much success with their garbage truck stunt last year, until the Bat showed up, Two-Face and his crew had commandeered a local sanitation depot. It was more like an armored fortress these days, though. hundreds of men toting high-powered weaponry, and sniper rifles trained to the sky. Two-Face was paranoid, still kept his men on high alert, waiting to ventilate anything in the air that looked remotely Bat-shaped.