Zero Seven Icehouse Bar.
Sophia, tall and broad-built, walked out through the back door in a black coat, her hand hidden against her chest gripping a gun.
She had every reason to be this vigilant. Ever since Falcone had been enraged into illness by Joker's nighttime attack, he had been recuperating and unable to handle Gotham's affairs.
The gangs that had once shown him respect had expanded rapidly during this gap, and several old Mafia families had already been hit hard.
Though no one had yet dared to challenge the Roman's authority, Sophia remained as cautious as ever.
She walked over to a newsstand on the street. It was already closed. In the shadows, Selina sat there barefoot, a cigarette between her fingers, looking somewhat haggard.
Upon seeing Selina, Sophia put away her gun. Leaning against the newsstand, she asked with concern, "You called me out in such a hurry. What happened?"
"I heard something happened to that old man?" Selina asked teasingly as she played with the cigarette in her hand.
She and Sophia were close friends, and Selina had once saved Sophia's life. Sophia might have looked big and fierce, like some vicious old hag, but she was actually younger than Selina.
Or, to be precise, Sophia really was her younger sister—her half-sister through their father. It was just that no one knew.
Only Selina knew, but she would never acknowledge Falcone as her father. Her mother had died because of him. That was something she would never forgive.
"Stay out of those matters. You called me here just to ask about that?" Sophia turned to her. "What good stuff did you get this time?"
In the past, aside from keeping some exquisite items for herself, Catwoman handed every treasure she stole to Sophia, who used the Roman