"...That's how it is. This time, we have to unite if we want to make up for the losses we've suffered recently. I don't think Gotham's thieves have ever cooperated on such a large scale before. It should be pretty interesting, shouldn't it?"
In front of the bar at the Golden Goblet Bar, Catwoman paced slowly with a whip in hand. The bar was packed, while the gang enforcers who usually stood guard against sneaking thieves remained outside, telling every arriving customer that the place had closed early.
All because of Cobblepot sitting behind the bar, along with the two Falcone family gang members he had brought.
After Catwoman finished speaking, Cobblepot rose, walked to the front of the bar, leaned against the counter, and said, "I know many of you are unhappy about Gotham's massive construction projects and all the rebuilding going on. Wayne Enterprises' project in the East District is especially irritating. Those security robots aren't just affecting you—they're affecting people in every line of work in Gotham."
"But you also know that we can't only look at immediate benefits. I believe quite a few of you have already moved into Wayne Enterprises housing, or your children have started attending the daycare centers in those buildings."
Cobblepot's gaze swept around the room, and several people nodded slightly. Most of the thieves who had come here wore masks, unwilling to reveal their real faces. It was their way of protecting themselves.
In Gotham's criminal hierarchy, theft was undoubtedly at the very bottom. Even Catwoman, a master thief, was famous not for her stealing skills, but for her stunning appearance. No one in this city respected thieves.
Most Gotham thieves had not become thieves willingly. They, too, wanted to strive upward in the criminal world. But then again, if they