Long story short, I informed Batman of their plans, and he set off to Kandrakar Stones in hopes of rehabilitating and stopping the gang. I, on the other hand, decided to do another stupid thing. I called Kai.
"Hey, dude," I said. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm on the road. Taking a little something home for my dad." Kai replied. There was a slight nervousness in his voice, a nervousness that I alone could detect. I checked the time. It was 12:30. They had no doubt finished the job by now. I wanted to call Batman and tell him to go to Cobblepot Manor, but I could not, because I did not have the means. I said bye and hung up.
It only took me a minute to realise that I would have to do another stupid thing. I took a cab to Cobblepot Manor. I had the cab driver stop somewhere near the Manor so that it would not look as suspicious. I took off the jacket and duffel bag and left it at the side of the road.
I watched as the gang arrived in another cab. We were, after all, a bunch of middle school kids. We had no other means of transportation. And riding a bike in the middle of the city all the way here would just have been crazy.
And of course, being middle school kids, we were also accustomed to doing stupid things. But this time, I was not the culprit of stupidity. They were. They had left the gate to the Manor wide open. I slinked in after they had entered the house. I creaked open the door and made my way to the foyer. I ran up the stairs (stealthily, mind you) and hid behind a cupboard in the shadows. I watched as they met the Penguin and they handed him a briefcase. When he opened it I saw that it was filled with huge diamonds and semi precious stones.
I gasped as I tried to stand up. The stupid floorboards creaked just as there had been a brief moment of silence while the Penguin was handing them their pay. I inwardly cursed. The Penguin sent his henchmen to see what the noise was, because he said that it was far too loud to have been one of those sounds that old houses make.
I hid myself in the cupboard. Thankfully the hinges didn't screech as I had feared it would. Unfortunately, anyone with a remote knowledge of movies and cartoons would know that a closet was a classic place to hide. Even more unfortunate was the fact that his henchmen were kids and would definitely be more aware of that fact.
I felt cold air rush in as the cupboard doors swung open.