Batman landed silently on the roof of the Gotham History Museum. The virus that he planted in the museum's security had alerted him when the museum's own security system had been disabled in the middle of the night. Looking around the rooftop, he saw how the would-be burglar had gotten in. One of the panes of security glass on the moonroof of the museum had been cut completely out of its frame. Taking a closer look, he saw that the cut was smooth, professional. This wasn't the work of some thugs with fancy toys. Batman knew that there were only a handful of people in Gotham with this kind of finesse.
He dropped down through the moonroof as well in the blackness of the museum hall. The museum was completely silent. Not even the soft constant whir of security cameras moving back and forth was present. Walking the halls, it didn't take him long to find the first knocked-out security guard. In a few minutes, he found who he had been looking for, Catwoman, lifting one of the museum exhibits right off of its pedestal.
Approaching her from behind, he said to her, "Hello Selina. Don't you ever think your collection is already big enough?"
He dropped down through the moonroof as well in the blackness of the museum hall. The museum was completely silent. Not even the soft constant whir of security cameras moving back and forth was present. Walking the halls, it didn't take him long to find the first knocked-out security guard. In a few minutes, he found who he had been looking for, Catwoman, lifting one of the museum exhibits right off of its pedestal.
Approaching her from behind, he said to her, "Hello Selina. Don't you ever think your collection is already big enough?"