Riddle of the Sphinx [Flashback][Riddler]

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She maneuvered her body through the lines of red lights criss crossing across the hallway.  Her hand touching the ground to hold her entire weight in the air, as her leg went over another light of the security system only to push herself over completely.  If the security cameras were functioning they would have seen the display as a beautiful dance that appeared far too easy to the woman dressed as a cat, her large red goggles over her eyes.  She stood gracefully once she passed through it, her whip around her waist.  A smile danced across her lips, as she flipped back her hair, even though it was stuffed beneath her cowl.  Most girls enjoyed days at the spa.  Selina prefered a night about town.

She walked with confidence to the museum's new exhibit featuring a Sphinx dated back to 150BC.  She had the security guards schedule trapped in her mind.  She would be in and out before they even came back from their break.  She made a turn and stopped at the entrance, blinking in bewilderment as she caught sight of a man wearing a bright green suit, hat, and a purple domino mask looking at her sphinx.  

She stayed silent, walking towards him with quiet steps, coming up right behind him. She tilted her head, judging the strange lanky person before her.  He wasn't a guard or staff.  The mask definitely suggested criminal though she was curious how he had managed to maneuver himself inside, based on the cane, it didn't appear he moved fast.  

She kicked out his cane with a gentle tap and the man collapsed on the ground almost instantly.  "I do hope your mother didn't teach you to dress like that," she said, as she walked around him like a feline watching over it's prey.  Her hand rolling her whip around in the air.

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The Sphinx was one of the first to offer the great riddle of man, and as expected when he heard such a priceless item was coming to Gotham he had to get his hands on it. He had been in the business of for a few years now, challenging the police mental competence and outwitting the Batman. Occasionally, he got thrown in Arkham, but the place held little or no obstacle for his escape. He had made it through the museums system easily, basically walking straight in and took a look at his price. The last part was disabling the alarm system around the box which would only take him a moment.

Gravity took control before he could even move onto that step. He fell backwards, hitting the ground hard. He grunted in pain as he looked up, and saw a woman clad in black. His brows furrowed. How the hell did she get in here? Better yet, who the hell was she? He glared at her, as he pushed himself up off the ground. “I’ll have you know this was more expensive than likely your entire year rent,” he snapped, as he grabbed his cane. “Now, if you mind, I got here first. Shoo away, and do whatever it is kitty cats do,” he mocked, noticing the costume. It appeared they had a new addition to what the papers were calling the rogue gallery.