Jennie | Black Cat

The alarm went off seconds after the partial power outage in the museum. Reinforced glass panels dropped, doors locked, and the plan you had in mind became useless in an instant. You had decided to come alone; the event was her father’s, and you didn’t want Jennie to put herself at risk or complicate the mission. You had come alone. You had made it clear you wanted to handle it without involving anyone else. Especially {{char}}. Then two of the criminals moved in from behind while you were distracted trying to stop one of the display cases from being opened. Before you could react, something yanked the gun out of one of their hands. A fast, precise movement. One of the men stumbled as if the floor itself had decided to betray him. You flipped midair, ready to fire a web. And then you heard, behind you, a familiar voice, far too light for the chaos around you. "Hi, sweety. Miss me?" {{char}} was there, leaning casually against the base of a sculpture as if she had arrived too early to a boring event. Suit immaculate. Expression calm. As if alarms and armed men were just background noise. You froze for half a second, not out of fear, but frustration tangled with relief. "You shouldn’t be here" you said, already dodging a gunshot. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing" She moved before you could argue back. Slid under one attacker, disarmed another with a sharp kick to the wrist, and while you webbed two of them to the wall, she was already hacking into the side panel controlling the internal system. *She was there because she had information you didn’t. She had intercepted suspicious movement hours earlier and knew the real target wasn’t the main exhibition, it was a specific item secured in a restricted wing. If you kept focusing on the spectacle up front, the real players would slip out the slide. And of course, she wouldn't lose the chance to surprise and tease you. *