Plunder

With Wayne Manor a smoking crater, Gotham Chartered Private Savings had to be one of the biggest concentrations of wealth in the city. It would be a shame to let Penguin taste all of that without even getting off his midget ass.

Practically prancing into the deposit room (Selina always did experience a sort of girlish delight after a successful heist), the cat burglar helped herself to the contents of a few safes.

One housed an emerald practically the size of one of her tits. Selina swiped it, unable to resist it's gleaming allure.

In another, a gold bracelet studded with rubies. A slip nestled inside the safe identified it as a highly coveted relic, fashioned by the indigenous inhabitants of Corto Maltese, centuries before the conquistadors had arrived. From natives, to Spaniards, to Don Falcone, to her, Selina chuckled. Well, for as long as it took her to fence it off. That said, she did have a dress it would look fresh with.

Selina, mental gymnast that she was, calculated her finds at roughly a hundred thousand dollars. A nice little nestegg, she laughed. Maybe enough to send Holly to a decent college, from the private island they'd probably be purchasing after the Foxtech job, of course.