Gotham

In her penthouse, Barbara Kean had two visitors. Admiring the potted houseplants was a shy girl named Ivy, who met Barbara's gaze with a cautious stare. Outside, by the balcony, stood Cat. A hardened thief eyeing the view of the city streets down below. Barbara felt high class. Wearing expensive jewelry, dresses and milling at midnight parties. She was going to make princesses out of these filthy girls.