Bruce was reading the evening edition of The Gothom Times in its entirety. He tried to read papers and watch the news as often as possible to try and stay one step ahead of things, or at least keep up with the world. One article in particular caught his eye:
Gothom Jewelers reported this morning a sapphire and diamond ring worth 30,000 dollars was stolen sometime last night. The break-in had been well carried out as none of the alarms had been set off. It was the only item found to have been stolen, and in its place in the showcase a crystal thimble sized shoe had been placed. As of yet the police have no suspects or leads.
Was Selina back in town? he mused. A silent operation like that was her style, but not the removal of only a single item. She had never been discriminatory when it came to rocks, and never been known to leave something behind, least of all a shoe. He doubted it was any of ‘The Regulars,’ as Batgirl had once jokingly referred to the inmates of Arkham; they all tended to leave their tracks all over the place, and usually demanded an audience. He sighed; it must have been either a petty crook that got scared off before taking anything more … or someone new in town. This I don’t need, he thought.
Nightwing and Robin were on patrol that night when Nightwing spotted something suspicious in an alleyway below them. A dark figure had entered one of the stores bordering the alley, and not through the front door.
They followed the midnight shopper in. “I don’t think those belong to you,” commented Nightwing as he saw the person carefully lift a pair of emerald earrings.
“I was wondering when you guys were going to show up.” Close up and from the soprano voice it was easy to see that the camouflaged person was female. She placed the earrings in one of her many pockets and before ether vigilante could react she performed a tuck, roll, dive and run maneuver that left both of them snapping their heads around to see which way she’d gone.
Fifteen minutes later even Nightwing had to admit the thief was well and truly gone, as well as the 25,000 dollar earrings. Robin was about to leave the store when he saw something. He stooped to pick it up.
“Well?” asked Nightwing, coming around the corner.
“Any chance of finding her again?” he demanded sharply.
“Well, she left something behind.”
Robin opened his gloved hand. In his palm was a tiny crystal … shoe.
Either ominously or ironically, Nightwing couldn’t decide which, the clock began to chime midnight.