Merciless

-5% Morality

Selina pounced on the guard, wrestling him into submission before he even knew she was there.

"Arrivederci, fascina." Selina quipped in Italian, playfully pecking the stunned mafioso on the cheek before hurtling him through the bulletproof glass.

Laying low as the unlucky crook hit the ground, shocked, bloodied and drawing the attention of all his compatriots, Selina stabbed the blade she'd been giving by Candy into the central security system. It got to work right away, peeling away the banks layers of security like one of Penguin's dancers in need of tips.

"Your time to shine, boys." Selina whispered into her earpiece, taking cover behind the bulky metal security system.

"It's... Cat... woman..." the defenestrated guard was whimpering to his friends, as Frank's crew came in, guns blazing.

Falcone's men, taken completely by surprise, undertrained and underequipped, fell in a matter of minutes. Any civilians nearby would know to hightail it. Automatic gunfire on the streets was only becoming more frequent as Gotham slid back towards it's pre-Bat anarchy. No wonder those Wild West rejects Selina had encountered before had shown up.

"Nice job, Cat!" Frank called out, as the stream of gunfire slowed to just a few final shots, mopping up stragglers. Selina leapt out of the security room.

"Damn, if only all the bank jobs I'd been on had been so easy." Penguin's enforcer remarked. There wasn't a scratch on him, or any of his men, as far as Selina could tell. The same could not be said for Don Falcone's men, the poor sap from the security room included. He was dead, the holes in his chest and the one in his head flowing out, making a combined puddle. Selina felt a little nauseous, she had to admit.

"If this is the part where Penguin betrays me, could you be a dear and just skip it? Cobblepot'll be getting 99% of everything in here." Selina remarked.

"Cat, baby, whatever gave you such a bad impression of the boss? Or us working lugs?" Frank asked playfully.

"A stay in Arkham City, seeing what you guys did to any female paramedic or doctor you could get your hands on." Selina replied honestly.

"Hey, I worked fer Two-Face at the time!" Frank said, playfully holding his hands up. "Look Cat, take whatever you want. Way I see it, you handed us the score of a century right here. I don't know about the boss, but waxing a dame like you, would just be unacceptable."

Warily turning her back on Frank, Selina made for the safety deposit boxes. If Frank thought what was inside here was the score of the century, she couldn't imagine what he'd make of the figure her anonymous employer had offered her for the Foxtech files.

Of course, Selina doubted they were the only things of value Falcone was holding. A jaunt around the bank's more interesting nooks and crannies was currently appealing to her magpie-like sensibilities.