Selina Kyle:The Streets Of Gotham

Chapter Eight

Selina's POV

I walked up the pathway that lead to the ginormous gates that stopped me from gettin' dat cash cash money money cheddar cheeeeeeesse.

Ahem, excuse me. Cough, that was me coughing.

Anyways... 

I stopped at the gates and I prepared myself to start climbing the metal accents on the gates.

As soon as I laid a finger on the gate, I got shocked. I winced, my eyes popping out of my head for a split second. Apparently the gate was electrified to stop people like me from breaking in. I looked around, trying to elaborate a Plan B, which wasn't working out very well.

That is, until I found the keypad. Yes, a keypad. Which I'm guessing was to open the gates.

I walked up to it, and read the following message on the pixelated screen:

CHICKEN AND CHILLI

Nah, I'm kidding. It said:

Enter passcode for entry:________

Ok, well I'm basically screwed. How the hell am I supposed to guess the right password before I turn eighty?!

Wait... A minute... I feel like this is some sort of weird riddle. Hm, just a hunch, but...

Enter passcode for entry:passcode Access Granted

HAH! You can call me psychic now. I have superpowers, no doubt. Yep, that explains everything.

The gates slowly creak open, revealing the five story manor that contained the riches of my dreams.

My fantasies were rudely interrupted by some shouting. Shouting that was getting closer...

I look around and I see two people who seemed like guards running towards me. The gate was creaking loud enough to alert guards?! Well, I guess it did look suspicious, since it was in the middle of the night, and most people are inside getting ready for bed.

I sprinted inside the property and ran across the large yard. I spotted a large bush by a pool around the corner of the house. The guards were gaining on me, and I didn't have much of a choice, so I ran around the corner and jumped in the bush.

The guards came running around the corner, and stopped right at my bush. But apparently they didn't see me, because they were still looking around.

Since they were so close, I got to get a better look at them. One guard was blonde and was wearing a utility belt, with a pistol and taser in it. The other guard was dark haired, and wearing the same utility belt, except with a baton and a pistol. I got shivers down my spine at the thought of them using any of those items.

"Where did she go? And who was she?" The blonde guard said to the dark haired one. The dark haired guard just smirked and said,"Who cares? We have business to do. Now let's go, before someone realizes we aren't actually guards."

Wait, what the hell is going on? They're imposters? ...Are they like me, and just want the riches of the Wayne's? I thought. A million questions ran through my brain, then fear struck me as I remembered the smirk on the guards—well, imposter's—face. It was so evil...

And what if they were planning to use the pistols?! I was going to rob the Wayne's, but I never wanted to inflict physical pain on them!

The two imposter's walked away around the corner, to start whatever business they had planned.

Without thought, I ran around the opposite corner and began checking the windows. I eventually found one that was unlocked, and climbed through.

Holy crap. There was a ton of expensive furniture, a large fireplace, and a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I began to drool—mean, walk over to the fireplace, where there was a bunch of pictures with gold frames.

They were all just pictures of the whole Wayne family. They looked so happy all together. I noticed a picture of Bruce. I remember him from when I bumped into him on the street a while ago. He actually didn't look too bad either—

I was snapped out of my weird thoughts when I heard thumping on a nearby window. The window opened and in came the two imposters.

I quickly tiptoed up some nearby stairs I noticed before, which lead up to a long hallway with at least 10 doorways.

I realized I didn't exactly have a plan for this robbery. But what about the imposter's? Do you want to rob the place, or maybe save lives?

Ugh. Stupid brain. I know if I rob the house before the imposter's could find me, I would make out with a lot. But would it be worth being one of the reasons the Wayne's die?

I quickly made my decision, swiftly opening and closing doors, trying to be as quiet as possible.

After about eight failed doors, one of the last doors at the end of the hallway looked like a bedroom.

The person who appeared to be the owner of the bedroom whipped his head around to the doorway and I couldn't find the right words to say. So I just said one thing.

"We meet again, Bruce Wayne."
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