Heist Setup

Sticking her head out into the main area of the strip club, Candy whistled, catching the attention of a built man in a parka. Before too long, he rose from his seat, and made for the women, along with three of his similarly attired compatriots.

"This better be good, Candy." The crook growled in a thick Gotham accent, as they made for a quieter side room. "Ol' Wondy was just about to peel off her star-spangled panties."

"Please, like you haven't fucked Michelle a dozen times by now." the black woman rolled her eyes.

"Doesn't make the view any less appealin'." he noted, reaching forward and playfully groping Candy's ass.

"Frank! Look, if you're that upset, I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to ya. After work, of course." Candy tittered. "Which brings me to the vision beside me. Believe it or not, this ain't a new dancer, this is the real McCoy, Catwoman herself."

A couple of the men did a double take.

"I figured as much." Frank nodded. "That jumpsuit's a serious piece of gear. A'course, it might offer more protection if ya zipped it up all the way."

"I rock a little cleavage to distract simple-minded thugs. Clearly, it's working." Selina quipped. That drew an appreciative chuckle from Penguin's soldier. Clearly, this was a guy who knew the limits.

"If you're done, the boss and the Cat are teaming up. We're hitting GPCS tonight." Candy explained. The gunmen behind Selina whistled, clearly impressed.

Bending over, Candy rifled through her desk, before producing a plan of the bank, and rolling it out flat. If she felt Selina, Frank and the goons behind him all ogling her pantied ass, she betrayed nothing.

"Well, as expected, looks like a lot of security. You just know Falcone'll have even more guys on this, too." Frank observed.

Especially after I raided one of his stashes, Selina thought. She'd keep that tidbit to herself.

Selina took a look herself. After a career as lengthy as hers, she could read bank, secure facility and penthouse blueprints as intuitively as a menu at a fast-food joint.

"Look at this." Selina observed, tapping a small room towards the back of the bank with a gloved finger. "Looks like a central security room to me. We get in here, we could cut the alarms, open every door."

"Ventilation system is centred there too, if the plans are right." Candy observed, straightening her glasses. "Might be able to put something in there, knock out the guards."

Candy bringing up a non-lethal solution took Selina aback. Clearly, the lady had a smidgen more humanity than her pig of a boss.

"I think you're both forgetting, this is right at the back of the facility, here. We'd have to get passed all of Falcone's men before we could even think of-"

"And I think you're forgetting who you're talking to, mack." Selina interrupted. "Best thief in Gotham, remember. Getting in won't be a problem. I just need Falcone's goon squad taken care of before I take what I'm after."

"Okay, this is your score, Catwoman. How do you wanna play it? Turn off the security, have Frank and his boys gun down Falcone's men, or knock them out with gas, but leave the alarms on?" Candy asked.