The Riddler's Daughter

Wayne's Gala: Part 1

The clicking of my purple stilettos as they hit the tile floor was starting to annoy me. Tonight was the night big ball Mr.Wayne was so “generous” enough to put on. Seriously, it does not take a criminal like myself to realize what a big publicity scam the event was. Anyone with half a brain could tell that Bruce Wayne only cares about two things, fame and fortune. Not that I’m one to complain for if he wasn’t making such a big deal out of this I would never have had this chance to obtain the gem. Camera’s flashed brightly while fans tried to find their way into the event. One of the camera crew jump out in front of me, causing me to stumble in these stupid shoes. Have I mentioned how much I hate getting dressed up? Well for starters, I'm not exactly a girly person. My outfits are more for speed, flexibility, movement, with places to keep a weapon or two. All of which were difficult in this short, tight, overly glittery green dress. I mean it wasn't my style at all but it did accomplish one thing. The dress made me fit in amongst the crowd which would be the key to stealing the Chrystal of Conscientia. Luckily, I could pull of a job in hee-

"Hold it."

A small nerdy looking man gazed up from his clipboard before blocking my entrance with his tiny hand. He was surrounded by two measly guards. Sure, they were buff and boulder like but by the way they stood it was clear the only real training they had was a simple security class. No biggie if my cover was blown.. The smaller man's hand reached out in front of me..

"Your invite miss?"

"Oh yes, here you go."

I pull the false invite out of my clutch. The man examined it carefully. I could feel myself wanting to hold my breath. However that would only give my lie away. Bruce Wayne's invites were the hardest to forge. So many people wanted in to his events and parties it was almost impossible to sneak in. I swear if this invited. of Jesse’s turns out to be some trick, he better have his eulogy ready.

"Thank you miss, have a nice evening. "

I smile softly, giving a slight nod as I take the card back. Who knows how that false invite got past him but it worked. Maybe Jesse wasn't setting me up after all.

"You too."

Gotham city's orchestra was playing a classical music ensemble as I entered the room.. Scanning around briefly I picked out the security, in a heist that should always be your first move.. The guards were all dressed in the same dull fashion, buff and looking bored out of their right mind.

Bruce Wayne himself was cornered against the wall with his latest models googling over him. Each one hoped to get his attention, his money or in his pants if not all of the above. Ew, I never understood that. Normal people's need to find someone to date or love. It literally made me gag to see all these hearts. Love didn't exist, it was just a stupid con people fell for to spend money. Not that for Mr.Wayne money was an issue.

You know why the symbol for love is a baby dressed in a diaper? Only babies should be stupid enough to love, pure, naive, babies. When someone was in "love" that's exactly what they acted like a needy, whiny, baby, begging to be loved by someone. That's why so many ladies circled Mr.Wayne tonight.

My eyes glanced at the clock, 9:37. Perfect that gave me 3 more minutes to move near the dining table. Then, I should have the perfect opportunity to hit the Crystal of Conscientia. I place my purse on the table, secretly flicking a switch on the inside of the clutch. Idiots, they didn't bother to scan it before I entered. Just peaked inside and checked to see if i was carrying a weapon. What imbecile would even hide their weapon there? No, the inside sole of my purse was all electronical, designed to screw up Mr.Wayne's security system as long as I kept my bracelet on. Underneath the table was a duffle bag. Earlier in the week a waiter had so graciously placed it there for me.. He was one of many that were idiotically unaware of how easy it was to obtain blackmail in a city full of camera’s. After a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, I swipe the bag from beneath the table. Inside were my tools, along with other things that may come in handy.