Commissioner James Gordon didn't like surprises, surprises had a tendency to try and kill him, not that all surprises were bad, just most, and this was most definitely a surprise.

The film was of bad quality, a low end CCTV camera, though that was the only reason it had survived to take the pictures, the other more expensive cameras had all been shut off by a built in work around broadcast wirelessly, as far as they could tell. this one had survived several new generations of replacements. What it had captured was a dark figure, partially hidden in the shadows, what it showed was him breaking reinforced glass as though it was an every day occurrence. Then filling up his bad with jewels and gold and making his escape, all in all 30 seconds, an incredibly short amount of time, and if not for several lucky breaks the camera included then the police may not even have not the incident occurred. He watched the film again and again, looking fro anything that might identify the criminal, after years on the force he had developed a gut feeling, and he knew that this wasn't going to be a one-time criminal.

£1.4 million, the figure circled around his head as he spread the jewellery out, organising it into groups, necklaces, earrings, rings, brooches. Once he had done so he pulled out his mobile and called his first speed dial number, the voice on the other end was eager, excited

"you have them?" the question was redundant but he answered anyway

"of course" his electronic voice sounded harsh, a necessary piece of equipment, but one he detested

"no one knew?"

"no, all the cameras were down, no guards, alarms were silenced, good enough for you?"

"yes, the money will be wired to your account immediately"

"and the jewellery?"

"drop it with bill he'll take care of it" without so much as a goodbye the man ended his phone call and removed the battery, ensuring no one could triangulate his position. The quickly packed the jewellery away into his safe calmly watching the world go by

"what do you mean, stolen?" it was early in the morning and quite frankly he didn't want to deal with emergency's before ten

"sir, it's our 3rd American research division, they have reported that prototype EXTS00845 is missing"

"which project?"

"project Overlord, sir" the man's eyes shot open and he pulled himself up, steadied by one of his bodyguards

"when was this reported?"

"4 hours ago sir" he nodded

"we can still limit the damage then, shut down the base, no one in or out until I'm there and get my car" his body guard nodded once

"of course sir"

"master Wayne" Alfred called out as he entered Bruce's bedroom, the young billionaire groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore him, then rolled right back when the sun hit his eyes "Lucius Fox is on the phone he says it's urgent"

"what about" Bruce asked as he got up slowly

"about one of our research building's, that was all he said" he passed the phone to Bruce, who held it close to his ear

"Lucius, what's going on?"

"our partners, Horizon Corporation, have reported that one of their prototypes had gone missing from the research buildings, they say that they are investigating and that this is only an advisory precaution, they are asking that we improve out own security, in case of copycat break in's"

"what was stolen?"

"one of their own secret projects, he couldn't give me any more information, but they mostly develop body armour"

"do we have anything there?"

"only a few things, and we are going to move them to one of our own warehouses tonight or sooner"

"thanks Lucius"

"My pleasure" with that the call ended and Bruce passed the phone back to Alfred.