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Blüdhaven was restless under the silver light of a full moon, its skyline a jagged silhouette against the starless sky. Dick Grayson, now Nightwing, crouched on the ledge of the Salvatore Museum of Natural History. Beneath him, the grand opening gala for the Jewels of the World exhibit was in full swing. The highlight of the night? The Scarlet Panther—a massive ruby encased in the glass-topped centerpiece of the main gallery.

Dick’s eyes scanned the crowd, narrowing at the sight of Mayor Sontag chatting with an oil tycoon. This wasn’t just a gathering of art lovers; it was a showcase of Blüdhaven’s elite—and their dirty money. But Dick wasn’t here for the politicians.

He was here for Genevieve.

The elusive thief had been making waves recently, pulling off a string of high-profile robberies. Her targets were always connected to the city’s corrupt power players,

Inside the museum, Genevieve moved effortlessly through the crowd. Her dark green gown shimmered under the lights, every detail of her look meticulously crafted to let her blend in. Beneath her elegant mask of civility was the mind of a predator, watching and waiting for the right moment.

Her eyes lingered on the Scarlet Panther. It was beautiful, sure, but it wasn’t the gem itself that interested her. The ruby’s previous owner, an infamous crime boss named Drayton, had recently made a fortune exploiting the city’s underprivileged neighborhoods. This heist was personal.

Genevieve smirked as she slipped away from the crowd, heading toward the exhibit hall’s restricted access door.

But she wasn’t the only one keeping a low profile.

“Excuse me, miss,” a voice said behind her, smooth but unmistakably amused.

She froze, turning to see a tall man with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in a sharp tuxedo. His smile was disarming, but there was a hint of something sharper behind it.

“You seemed like you were in a hurry,” he said, stepping closer.