Ghosts In The Graveyard ***Batman***

Ghosts in the Graveyard {Prologue}

~Prologue~

I let out a deep breath as I scanned the dark alley hundreds of feet below me. My eyes then searched for the next roof. It was an eight foot jump. Hard... but managable.

I backed up slowly, running the steps through my mind. One slip up could mean the death of me, falling stories down to my fatal death in an abandoned alley.

If I was going to continue with my new... 'hobby' I would have to learn to be more quick and agile if I wanted it to run successfully.

I was already two miles away from the Gotham City Bank, with a collection of precious jewels stored into my bag. 

I quickly unlatched it, looking at the glowing stones under the blinking lights of the helicopter pads. They were absolutely beautiful.

It was the sound of blaring police sirens enveloping my eardrums that snapped me back into reality. I started my full sprint off the building.

After gracefully landing on my feet, I continued my pace and jumped from building to building, slowly descending. 

By this time the choppers were coming out, which meant I had to get out of my costume before I could be seen by an officer.

I snatched a small black metal tube from my belt, hooking it around my waist and then igniting the parachute as I jumped from the final building.

I landed in an alley, completely full of darkness and lacking people. As fast as possible I cut the chute and stuck it into a dumpster nearby.

I then continued on foot with my bag, now recognizing yet another sound of the police force. The dogs... they had brought out the hounds.

Thankfully any evidence they could ever find of me would be a hundred stories up in the air... and unless they suspected Catwoman they wouldn't find me.

I took off my small black leather gloves to reveal my hands were scraped pretty badly underneath. If I was going to keep this up some heavier duty gloves would suffice.

I smirked to myself as I entered an old Gotham graveyard slightly on the outskirts of the urban area, shoving myself into a small mausoleum. 

When I got inside I immediately slammed the door, hunching over to let out deep tired gusts of air, letting out the exhaust from my run.

It was most certainly energy exerting no doubt. I would learn to get used to this. I could become physically fit. 

As of now I was completely on my own. Just turned fifteen, parents killed mysteriously, and my greatest will at the moment is to finish school.

This was my first time breaking the law in my entire life. My parents were good law abiding citizens, so that only proves how desperate I am for money.

The only thing that had fazed me now... was how I was going to trade diamonds in for money without being counted as suspicious.

Little did I know that eventually I would become one of Gotham City's biggest crime lords. Ever higher ranking than, dare I said it, The Joker.

Of course Catwoman and I would compete for best robber... but Catwoman works alone. I would later have an entire organization.

Now... I wasn't aware any of this would happen... these ideas were only my faint taste of what it would be like to become successful.

Was I well liked at school? Definitely not... Do I have any friends? Absolutely not... so what did I have exactly?

Well as of now... I have a knack... For evading police officers and making money in a particularly easy way.