+Prolog+

She had stolen from the one person you should never steal from. Bane, the walking nightmare amongst the streets of Gotham...

Brenly Scott, also know as Jumper, that's what her friends referred to her as, had followed one of Bane's men that was carrying the Breaker and stole the computer program right from under his nose.

She had learned at a young age that stealing from people who can catch you was a bad idea. So in order to avoid being caught and beaten for stealing, she taught herself how to maneuver her body and use her own momentum to get herself up and over walls and fences and everything else that had stopped her before and escape.

Unfortunately, when she found that you can't always escape, she got the shit beat out of her. So, in order to solve that problem, she taught herself self-defense. Presto! There you have your own one of a kind thief.

Now, you are probably wondering why young Brenly, of age 19, would do such a thing. Her stepfather, Carl, was a mobster and wanted all the glory for himself. And having learned of Brenly's ability to dodge, jump, and throw herself over and around pretty much anything that she wanted, Carl, threatened to stop paying for her mother's hospital bills if she didn't do as he said.

So, she stole it.

And boy, Bane was pissed. Though he didn't yet know who or why the thief took the program, save for the more obvious reasons, but Lord help the one who did steal it when he gets his hands on him.

A week after Brenly handed the program over to Carl, her mother died of a blood clot.

A part of Brenly died that day. She continued to steal and always avoided being caught by her victim.

This time, she realized how bad things were going to get when Gotham fell.

+Chapter One: Found+

Brenly slid along the wall silently, making her way to a small house. Some kid managed to pull a fast one on her and steal her favorite watch right off her damn wrist! Little fucker! But, she had followed him to this building and watched as he ran up the fire escape and into a window two stories up.

As she approached her target, she saw the latter was pulled up, making her night that much harder. She pressed her back against the wall and took a running leap at the building that sat next to the one she wanted in at. Getting a few steps up the bricks, she turned and pushed herself off the wall and latched onto the latter that would take her to the tiny little, most likely 9 or 10 year old, thief.

Reaching the window, Brenly slid it open and slipped inside.

"What the fuck?" the kid that had stolen her watch leaped from his bed and ran towards the door, but Brenly was too quick. She pinned the kid between the door and herself.

"Give me my watch back." she demanded.

"You broke into my house to get a fucking watch?" the kid said in astonishment.

"It was my mother's. And if it's not in my hand in the next five seconds, I'm going to shed your room and you." she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Ok, ok!" the boy rushed forward and brought it out of his desk, tossing it to Brenly.

"Good boy," she said patting him on the head as she walked towards the window.

"Geez lady, psycho." the kid mumbled under his breath.

"Oh," she turned back to him, "A word from the wise? Don't steal from a thief. Especially some one who can catch you." Just as she was about to jump out the window, the kid's bedroom door was kicked open and the boy's angry, and very drunk father came in.

"Dad-'' the big man landed a hard slap across the kid's face, sending him sprawling to the floor in tears.

Brenly turned to him, "Who the fuck are you?" he asked, grabbing a handful of Brenly's shirt, pulling her close enough that she could smell the liquor on his gnarly breath.

"I just came to get my watch, dude." she said raising her hands in defense. The man sent a hard punch into her gut, knocking the air out of her. He spun and tossed her to the opposite side of the room. Brenly loosened her back pack and tossed it aside, if it's fight he wants, it's a fight he'll get.

The man lunged at her, Brenly dodged it with ease as he stumbled and face planted into the floor. Standing he ran at her again, only this time, she didn't dodge it, she ducked and moved to the side while sending a right round house kick to his face. The man fell to the floor with an oomph and a bloody nose.

Brenly flipped him over on to his back and straddled him, "Listen to me, if you lay one more hand on that boy, I will come back and bash your face in with that door," she pointed to the cracked door that he had kicked in, "Are we clear?"

The fat slob nodded. As she was about to stand back up, the man reached out to grab her with is hand. She grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the floor with her knee, and broke his nose.

The boy stood in the corner of his room, sobbing, "He's gonna be so mad!" he cried.

"Here," she took out a piece of paper from her pocket and scribbled her name and phone number down on it, "If he tries to hurt you ever again, call me and I will come deal with him, ok?"

The boy nodded, wiping at his tears. Brenly turned around and snagged her bag up from the floor and began to dig in it.

"This watch is very expensive and could probably get you a few grand at a pawn shop," she said handing the boy the diamond studded watch that she had stolen from Carl last week.

The boy took it from her and stared at it, before launching himself forward and hugging her.

"Thank you," he said.

She smiled and told the boy to get out of the house for a while when his father woke up and then left, jumping out the window.

~13~

The words "pissed off" didn't even begin to cover how he felt when he saw the tape of a smaller person, walking up to Brandon, the carrier for the chip, stealing the Breaker and then nonchalantly slipping away before Brandon even noticed. Bane was not typically an angry man, but something like this really pissed him off.

Needless to say, Brandon is no longer in commission.

Bane's first thought was that Miss Kyle had done it, but as he looked more closely, he noticed the movements of this thief, were quicker and smaller; making him or her move at a seemingly more calculated pace. He hadn't realized that there was someone else in Gotham that was just as good as Miss Kyle, if not better.

The technician brought up the outside camera angles of the street and the sidewalk that Brandon was told to take to the subway from weeks prior to the theft.

There he was.

"Bring up a close up of the face if there is one." Bane commanded. The technician did as he was told and found the one frame where the face could be seen.

It was a woman. She had been analyzing her best way to get around people after she had stolen the program. And it wasn't difficult to spot her amongst the empty street and sidewalks.

"Now analyze it and find out who she is," The super computer went to work and with in a minute the girl's face popped up on the computer screen: Brenly Scott. She had a small wrap sheet.

Too bad such a skilled young woman had to die.

No one steals from Bane, and lives to tell about it.