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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "A simple in and out plan, that's all there is to it. Basic security, to keep her on her toes, but nothing to sweat over or write home about. Rouge stretched her back, hands interwoven and splayed over her head towards the sky. With a bit more preparation, she began her job.\n\nIt was just another simple heist, with a simple request from a simple shady thug, or at least it had seemed so at first. Steal a diamond from Central City Museum. The one thing that really intrigued her was the sum she was being offered; a cool 20 million, in cold hard cash. Briefcases full of the stuff. She would usually think about ditching the job to keep the jewel for herself, perhaps pawning it off later, but nothing was easier than that green stuff. She even was given 1 million up front, buying herself a pretty (and sleek) new heisting dress.\n\nShe didn't know who they were working for, nor did she care; asking questions in her business was a sure-fire way to lose out on her reward, and that's the best case scenario for her. Instead, she focused on her task at hand. First of all, scaling the outside of the museum; easy peasy. Climbing up the wall was a joke for her.\n\nSecondly, was getting inside. Simple enough, yet again. The museum was old and aging by the day; from a basic glance it looked stylish enough, but it was slowly beginning to crack. Rouge gently shook and shimmied the windows until she found the one she was looking for, slightly looser than the rest. With a slight knock and some directed pressure, the window was knocked up and off its track, silently sliding out of the way. The bat flipped inside, replacing the window back in place to jimmy open again later.\n\nShe was already in the home stretch. There was a basic surveillance system, but it wasn't nearly perfect enough; it left gaps in its tracking that most would be unable to walk by, but were plenty big enough for a graceful gliding bat. A couple rooms of scaling walls and gliding, and she was at the diamond.\n\nHer client had informed her of the laser field, and also of its weakness. Every morning at 1 am, the field would reset, lasting 2 minutes before triggering again. She had 2 minutes to get in, steal the gem, and get out.\n\n12:59.....1:00. Right on cue, a click rang out, and a buzz died down, barely noticeable, but she was a pro....and a bat with sensitive hearing, on top of that. Rolling in, she scurried to the diamond case. Surrounded by thick glass, she gave half a second to admire it; it was a nice diamond, but definitely not worth the pay she was getting. Oh well, she wasn't going to ever argue for a smaller cut.\n\nA quick glass cutter circle, and the last line was breached. Reaching in, she quickly checked for any last security measures. Satisfied there were none left, the diamond was snatched from its pedestal. Plenty of time left, barely over 10 seconds since the lasers had reset.\n\nA red light glancing off the diamond caught her attention, stopping her from leaving quite yet. It was curious, reflecting a light from seemingly nowhere, flashing across her vision as she spun and examined the gem in her hand. She still had a good 90 seconds left, so it wouldn't hurt to examine, and it was just too curious for her. She thought about looking up, to try and track where the red light was shining off of, but she couldn't pull her gaze away from the gen and light, the thought leaving her mind. She giggled a little; it was so silly, being distracted by such a dumb....dumb thing.\n\nRouge giggled a little more, rubbing at an eye. Even that action felt like a slog, like moving through molasses. Her hand dropped heavily back to her side, mouth opening. She felt....tired. She knew she should keep going, but she had....some time left. Whatever, keeping track of numbers was hard, and she didn't care since it was all fine.\n\nA noise took her a bit out of her distraction. A slight sound behind her, but quickly forgotten. Rouge blushed, then began giggling more, laughing and drooling some.\n\n``This is bad,'' She thought, then didn't, as if her mind reset a few seconds back. She blushed again, and laughed again. ``This is good,'' she thought. Her view hadn't shifted from the gem, although she wasn't sure what she was even holding. It looked nice, with its reflected red light.\n\nShe paid little to no mind as a third prolonged giggle carried a lot more heft with it. As she laughed and relaxed more, her head emptied more, mumbles and words becoming drooly grunts and babbles. All intelligence lost from her eyes, staring blankly as the diamond finally fell from her grasp.\n\nRouge tipped back, landing on her backside. She had no idea where she was, or who she was, nor did she care. She had sent all that trouble away.\n\nA man stepped from the shadows, unknown to her, even when she had any capability of thought. His hands caressed her chin, guiding her eyes into his own, and smiling as he saw her lack of care or object permanence.\n\n``Now, for my prize ~'' His smile grown, pulling a scalpel from his pocket.\n\nThe buzz filled the air once more, laser grid turning back on. Alarms instantly rang out, all cameras turning and pointing at the bat sat on the gallery floor. None of them noticed the man disappearing back into the black of night.\n\n``Here we are at Central City Museum, where a break-in occurred last night,'' prattled a TV reporter, cameras flashing and voices all vying to be the loudest for their own team, everyone crowded around the diamond exhibit. In the middle of the floor sat the greatest thief of her time, Rouge the Bat, hands cuffed behind her back, although no one holding her down. Her head didn't look like it was up for escaping; right across her brow sat a large, red mark, almost ear to ear.\n\nEventually, she was brought to the local hospital for testing, since jailing the ``master criminal'' was deemed unnecessary. Though test after test was taken, no one seemed to believe what they were saying. Rouge had no brain.\n\nWith the diamond missing, and no one willing to put up with Rouge for more than a minute or two, she was instead given her own show, in an airtight glass display at the museum. People from all over could come and marvel at the brainless bat, and boggle their minds at how she had none.\n\nRouge didn't seem to care with nothing allowing her to, endlessly giggling and drooling over herself. No one knew who or what had happened. No one, but some scratchings on the inside of her skull, which simply read ``With Love, From The Nightshade.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A simple in and out plan, that's all there is to it. Basic security, to keep her on her toes, but nothing to sweat over or write home about. Rouge stretched her back, hands interwoven and splayed over her head towards the sky. With a bit more preparation, she began her job.

It was just another simple heist, with a simple request from a simple shady thug, or at least it had seemed so at first. Steal a diamond from Central City Museum. The one thing that really intrigued her was the sum she was being offered; a cool 20 million, in cold hard cash. Briefcases full of the stuff. She would usually think about ditching the job to keep the jewel for herself, perhaps pawning it off later, but nothing was easier than that green stuff. She even was given 1 million up front, buying herself a pretty (and sleek) new heisting dress.

She didn't know who they were working for, nor did she care; asking questions in her business was a sure-fire way to lose out on her reward, and that's the best case scenario for her. Instead, she focused on her task at hand. First of all, scaling the outside of the museum; easy peasy. Climbing up the wall was a joke for her.

Secondly, was getting inside. Simple enough, yet again. The museum was old and aging by the day; from a basic glance it looked stylish enough, but it was slowly beginning to crack. Rouge gently shook and shimmied the windows until she found the one she was looking for, slightly looser than the rest. With a slight knock and some directed pressure, the window was knocked up and off its track, silently sliding out of the way. The bat flipped inside, replacing the window back in place to jimmy open again later.

She was already in the home stretch. There was a basic surveillance system, but it wasn't nearly perfect enough; it left gaps in its tracking that most would be unable to walk by, but were plenty big enough for a graceful gliding bat. A couple rooms of scaling walls and gliding, and she was at the diamond.

Her client had informed her of the laser field, and also of its weakness. Every morning at 1 am, the field would reset, lasting 2 minutes before triggering again. She had 2 minutes to get in, steal the gem, and get out.

12:59.....1:00. Right on cue, a click rang out, and a buzz died down, barely noticeable, but she was a pro....and a bat with sensitive hearing, on top of that. Rolling in, she scurried to the diamond case. Surrounded by thick glass, she gave half a second to admire it; it was a nice diamond, but definitely not worth the pay she was getting. Oh well, she wasn't going to ever argue for a smaller cut.

A quick glass cutter circle, and the last line was breached. Reaching in, she quickly checked for any last security measures. Satisfied there were none left, the diamond was snatched from its pedestal. Plenty of time left, barely over 10 seconds since the lasers had reset.

A red light glancing off the diamond caught her attention, stopping her from leaving quite yet. It was curious, reflecting a light from seemingly nowhere, flashing across her vision as she spun and examined the gem in her hand. She still had a good 90 seconds left, so it wouldn't hurt to examine, and it was just too curious for her. She thought about looking up, to try and track where the red light was shining off of, but she couldn't pull her gaze away from the gen and light, the thought leaving her mind. She giggled a little; it was so silly, being distracted by such a dumb....dumb thing.

Rouge giggled a little more, rubbing at an eye. Even that action felt like a slog, like moving through molasses. Her hand dropped heavily back to her side, mouth opening. She felt....tired. She knew she should keep going, but she had....some time left. Whatever, keeping track of numbers was hard, and she didn't care since it was all fine.

A noise took her a bit out of her distraction. A slight sound behind her, but quickly forgotten. Rouge blushed, then began giggling more, laughing and drooling some.

``This is bad,'' She thought, then didn't, as if her mind reset a few seconds back. She blushed again, and laughed again. ``This is good,'' she thought. Her view hadn't shifted from the gem, although she wasn't sure what she was even holding. It looked nice, with its reflected red light.

She paid little to no mind as a third prolonged giggle carried a lot more heft with it. As she laughed and relaxed more, her head emptied more, mumbles and words becoming drooly grunts and babbles. All intelligence lost from her eyes, staring blankly as the diamond finally fell from her grasp.

Rouge tipped back, landing on her backside. She had no idea where she was, or who she was, nor did she care. She had sent all that trouble away.

A man stepped from the shadows, unknown to her, even when she had any capability of thought. His hands caressed her chin, guiding her eyes into his own, and smiling as he saw her lack of care or object permanence.

``Now, for my prize ~'' His smile grown, pulling a scalpel from his pocket.

The buzz filled the air once more, laser grid turning back on. Alarms instantly rang out, all cameras turning and pointing at the bat sat on the gallery floor. None of them noticed the man disappearing back into the black of night.

``Here we are at Central City Museum, where a break-in occurred last night,'' prattled a TV reporter, cameras flashing and voices all vying to be the loudest for their own team, everyone crowded around the diamond exhibit. In the middle of the floor sat the greatest thief of her time, Rouge the Bat, hands cuffed behind her back, although no one holding her down. Her head didn't look like it was up for escaping; right across her brow sat a large, red mark, almost ear to ear.

Eventually, she was brought to the local hospital for testing, since jailing the ``master criminal'' was deemed unnecessary. Though test after test was taken, no one seemed to believe what they were saying. Rouge had no brain.

With the diamond missing, and no one willing to put up with Rouge for more than a minute or two, she was instead given her own show, in an airtight glass display at the museum. People from all over could come and marvel at the brainless bat, and boggle their minds at how she had none.

Rouge didn't seem to care with nothing allowing her to, endlessly giggling and drooling over herself. No one knew who or what had happened. No one, but some scratchings on the inside of her skull, which simply read ``With Love, From The Nightshade.''

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