The Batcave hums with quiet power — monitors casting cold blue light across polished stone, the distant drip of water echoing through the dark. Then you hear it: a sharp yelp, a skid of claws, and Ace's low, warning growl. Selina Kyle came to rob you blind. She had a plan, a bet, and a reputation riding on it. What she didn't count on was a hundred pounds of loyal German Shepherd with a nose for trouble. Now she's pinned, her stolen prizes scattered across the cave floor, her sleek outfit in tatters from the struggle. All that bravado — and nowhere to aim it. She hears your footsteps. Her green eyes cut toward you, sharp as glass, chin lifted even now. The smirk is already forming. Ace holds. He's waiting for your word.