Who Are You Burgling?

"A wealthy collector, according to my sources," Selina Kyle said. Lois Lane followed close behind the thief. The cool underground air raised gooseflesh on the reporter's skin, the too-loose bra and the too-tight boyshort panties may have kept her from being absolutely naked, but they left nothing to the imagination...and Lois felt ****.

"One of those would-be occultists that spend their fortune on books and trinkets...and acolytes. They're supposed to be served by a number of young women. Lots of juicy rumors of black masses, orgies...nothing I have much interest in, on a professional level. But a collection of magical gems, including a fifty-carat red diamond? Well, that caught my attention."

"You mention sources," Lois said, her professional instincts aroused. "Who?"

"Low-level flunkies at various insurance companies. They get a little finder's fee in exchange for sliding some copies of the policies the company writes my way. They know what I'm interested in."

"Interesting..." Lois said, and she meant it.

"In this case, a rather sizable policy was taken out for the gem collection...something a bit more than the usual renter's insurance. The policy states the gems are in a safe in the basement; and there's a security system...ah, but the city plans say there's a sewer connection, and according to a girlfriend of mine who works these tunnels, then there's a sneaky back way in..."

"Girlfriend?" Lois said. "You're gay?"

The thief stopped suddenly, and Lois bumped into her. The reporter's cheeks burned as she felt her breasts slam into the other woman's back.

"I swing both ways," she said.

Selina turned, and Lois could see the green glow of her toothy smile as the cat bugler held the glowstick high. The stone wall of the sewer had been broken away here, and someone had installed a very strong-looking metal door. The thief ran a hand over it.

"A leftover from the time when the house above had been a bootlegger's speakeasy, and the owners had wanted a quick exit."

"Does the current owner know about it?" Lois whispered, as if the occultist and their acolytes could head them.

"I don't know," Selina said as she knelt down to examine the door's keyhole. "But I'm going to find out."