The night was dark, the streets loud, just like it always was in Gotham City. Sirens wailed and crimes continued to happen all around the streets. An old man sat on his arm chair in the living room, the glow of the television barely lightning up his face. He sat unaware of anything else as he stared into the distance, not looking at anything in particular.
She made no sound as she dropped in, lowering herself from above the window. Selina carefully and gracefully set one foot down in the apartment, her black leather boot making no sound as it hit the carpet. Setting one foot in front of the other, she made her way over to the safe. This man may look like he was nobody on the outside, but the inside of his safe said otherwise.
She practically crawled her way over to the other side of the room, her stilettos sinking into her shoes slowly as to not snag the carpet or make noise. She glanced around, checking on Mr. Hill again. He was still dense, not noticing her arrival or any of her movements. She quietly crawled over to the safe, her ear pricked for the clicking noises within, the ones that would let her into the riches. She spared a look over to the man again. He didn't need this money. He was old; he had no use for it. She looked back to the safe. He was rich. The rest of the poor, as well as her, needed the money more that he did.
The safe clicked open, and she took her gloved hands and grabbed the packaged piles of hundreds quickly, taking enough for herself and a few others. Once she was satisfied, she took the piles and placed them in pockets of her suit, making sure she could still move quickly and swiftly.
"Perfect" she barely breathed. She climbed on top of the window sill, grabbing onto the sides getting ready to pounce. "See ya." She said, jumping into the night.
Seeing a roof top not too far below, she made a jump, tucking and rolling once she landed, her knees and arms receiving minimal harm. Everything was going as planned. No Police had even been called. She had made it out home free.
At least that's what she thought before she lifted her head, seeing the red head with a nasty glare, pointing a gun at her head.