Half an hour later, two shadows skittered across the roof of STAR Labs, unseen by anyone on the street below. Dressed all in black, hair and faces covered, it was fairly obvious that they were up to no good, by the standards of normal society. They evoked Catwoman's grace and charm in a way that was not at all unconscious, and would have led a hefty percentage of the male population of Gotham, and not a few of the females, to the kind of thoughts that proper young ladies would not have appreciated.
It was a shame they had no one to show off for.
Then again, when the Captain tripped over a pocket of extra-thick air and took a sudden closer look at the rooftop she had been walking on, she counted herself lucky that no one was watching. No one important, anyway.
"Graceful, Captain," Techie laughed.
"Hey, I've done worse." She sat up, pulled off her mask, and put a hand to her mouth. "Place is fuckin' booby trapped, man. Am I bleeding?"
"Just a little."
The Captain shrugged.
"Oh, well. What's an adventure without a little bloodshed?"
"Preferably someone else's blood, of course."
"I'll take what I can get."
"Oh, sure." Techie got to work cutting through the glass of the skylight while the Captain stood lookout for any flying rodents. "What kind of idiots set their labs up like this, anyway? They're making this too easy for us."
"Hey, this is Gotham. There's no security system on earth that someone here can't get through. Can you really blame the greedy bastards for not wanting to spend the money on the real deal, when they know they can always count on Batman to be the security guard from hell?"
Carefully, Techie set the pane of glass aside.
"You had to go and mention him, didn't you? Watch the motion sensors." She slipped down through the hole she had created, sliding easily down the thin climbing ropes they had borrowed from a nearby sports and outdoors store. The Captain followed shortly.
Moving slowly enough to avoid setting off the motion detectors (a mediocre security measure at best) was a strain on the arms and shoulders, and rough on the gloves. They weren't properly outfitted for this, and they had been neglecting the training necessary for any really demanding physical work. But they could still pull this off—they had the minds for it, and they had the will.
If they were going to make a habit of it, though (and they were; they were already addicted to the thrill of victory, and knew it well) they were going to have to put more work into it.
Techie hit the floor and made her way to the doorway they wanted.
"Just mentioning the man isn't going to make him show up," the Captain whispered, after a soft grunt and a thud indicated her reacquaintance with the ground.
"Yeah, right. When's the last time you watched a horror movie?"
"Last Thursday, remember?"
"That was a rhetorical—never mind," Techie groaned. Her friend was obviously feeling childish, and only by focusing on the job at hand would she regain any semblance of seriousness. "We've got a laser grid to deal with. It's loosely spaced, but it extends all the way down the hallway."
"So, what are you better at, the limbo or the high jump?"
"Limbo…why?" The Captain grinned. "You know I don't trust that look on your face."
The Captain giggled like a six-year-old.
"Look what I can do, Ops!" She put a hand on each side of the doorway. "I used to do this when I was a kid. Drove my mother crazy. I would drop down on her head whenever she walked into a room. I stripped the paint off all the doorways in our house when I was nine." She pulled herself up, steadying herself with her feet.
"You're not going down the whole hallway like that, are you?"
"Actually," the Captain squeaked, and let herself slip down. "I just remembered why I stopped doing this. Ow." She doubled over, hands pressed to her chest. "Broke my sternum when I was ten. Oh, ow."
"Figures. Are you ready to take this the easy way?"
"If we must. But that would have been so impressive…"