Disclaimer- Everything that's not Corrine Beaumont is mine, everything else, (Batman, Penguin...ect) isn't, it's Tim Burton's.
Chapter 4
Corrine looked down the window that was atop the Gotham Museum. She smiled; there was only one guard on duty, just as she had expected. And he was asleep in an archaic chair that was by a display of colonial times.
She reached back for her rod and gently pulled it out of its case. She held the rod out in front of her, just over the glass panel.
"Program eight-zero-two," She whispered. As soon as she finished her words, the front end of the metal rod folded in and revealed a very small red light. A small laser beam.
Corrine held her breath as the beam cut slowly into the glass. After what seemed like an hour, it was finished. She removed the glass, and it revealed a small hole, just big enough for her to get through without setting any alarms.
"Program four-zero-zero," She said and the end of the other side of the rod transfigured into a large metal claw. She hooked it to the edge of the window and pulled it, hard, just to make sure that it wouldn't give way.
"Good, now, program two-four-two," She said, and a thin, rope-like device came from what the metal rod was. At the end was a small metalclamp and Corrine took it and hooked it to the belt that she was wearing. She pulled again, just to be sure, but it didn't budge.
She gently, and quietly crawled through the hole. She looked down; the guard was still in a deep sleep. Using the rope, Corrine slowly started to move herself. The sound of her black gloves against the rope made a loud sound, but the guard didn't stir.
She stopped as her body floated a few feet off the floor. She took a small dagger out of a compartment on her belt. Looking around slightly, the found a small metal box attached to the wall.
Corrine raised her arm and through it, as hard as she could at the box. A few sparks can out of it before she knew she had fully broken it. Sheused her hands and pulled herself up by grabbing the rope.Gently, she lowered herself and let her black heels touch the tiled floor. No alarms went off because she had deactivated the motion sensors.
"End program," She said, and the rope wheeled back into the rod and came back to her out-stretched hand.
Corrine looked down a long hallway. She thought back to her carefully planned map. She was supposed to go down this hallway, which led to the painting section of the museum.
She quickly, but stealthily ran through the halls but finally stopped as she entered the famous paintings wing of the museum.
She looked back behind her, thinking she heard the guard stirring, but he was still asleep. She crept toward the far back of the art wing, just as her map had been planned out. In the back of the art wind was a special section for brand new paintings. Her Hamigasi painting was hung on the wall, just asking to be stolen.
Slowly, Corrine walked over to it, her rod ready to be used. She took out a second dagger, and threw it into a second box that was above the painting. It hummed for a second; then a few sparks flew out and she knew she had disabled the motion sensor alarm.
"Program six-two-six," She whispered as the metal rod transformed into a small, metal screwdriver.
Carefully, she removed each metal latch that held the painting in its frame. After a good ten minutes, she finally broke through the glass barrier. She set the panel on the ground beside her.
She could feel the beads of sweat cascading down the sides of her face, she was greatly under pressure and she knew that she didn't have much time.
Her breath quickened as she reached up toward the painting. Her black gloves caressed the painting of a Japanese warrior. A female warrior, which made it even more rare.
She pulled it down, a little bit at a time. After a few pulls, she finally got the long painting in her grasp. Corrine rolled it up and put it inside the cylindrical case on her back.
Corrine smiled, she had completed her task.
But her happiness faded away when she heard a loud ring fill the air. It wouldn't stop; she turned back toward the frame. She could see red lights inside of it blinking on and off.
"Shit, alarms inside the picture!" She said out loud.
"Hey! This way! Come on!" Corrine heard voices in the distance, probably security men.
She looked both ways; she original path that she had come in didn't have guards running toward her. She breathed irregularly as she sprinted down the hall.
"This way!" She still was running as fast as she could toward where her entryway was.
Only a little way farther! She thought, as her body was moving with unmanageable speed.
"Finally!" She breathed a sigh of relief as she looked up toward the ceiling and her window with a whole in it was there.
"Programs four-zero-zero and program two-four-two!" The claw-like device shot up from the rod, though the whole and clung to the side of the window panel. The rope came out of nowhere and was long enough for her to grab.
"Hey! What do you think your doing!" A desperately overweight security man was puffing over to her, with a gun in his plump hand.
"Brother, can't they just let anyone leave?" With a single kick of her leg, the gun flew out of his hand and landed on the hard floor, twenty feet away.
The sound of metal against steel rang out through the entire museum. Corrine clung to the rope as it slowly lifted her off the ground. She didn't feel like sticking around to see who else heard that sound.
She climbed out of the glass hole and grabbed her rod, which had changed back to its original shape. Corrine didn't look back as she sprinted across the rooftop.
She ran like a gazelle, jumping over any random roof objects in her way. But, suddenly, she felt her feet being tied together as she was in mid prance.
"Ughhh!" She fell to the ground, hard. She felt the sandpaper rooftop tear into the side of her cheek as she scraped across it with the front of her body. When she finally stopped she looked behind her, to see who had to balls to pull that off.
No one was there. She looked at the bindings around her ankles. At the ends of them was the familiar bat symbol.
"Oh, no" She whispered and looked up again. Finally, a large, dark figure came out of the shadows. He was tall and was wearing a dark cape.
"Batman," Corrine gasped as a strange aroma filled her airway, and her arms, which were the only thing holding her up gave way and she fully collapsed on the hard ground.
A/N Hey guys, that was just another chappie, please review. And people have been asking when Penguin was coming in, and it's soon, don't worry. Seriously, review, I have no life and this is what I check everyday.