The Cat and the Bat
“All right, we got what we need?” “I think so. Mr. Cobblepot should be happy with this.” “Cool. C’mon, up to the roof.” The two thugs climbed up the fire escape, feeling the autumn chill on the backs of their necks. Of course, that wasn’t the reason their hairs stood on end; the constant threat of the Batman was more than enough to do that. Still, they knew better than to chicken out of a job. Batman was tough, but he was nothing compared to what their boss would do if they failed. “Ok,...