Penny Pennyworth

Penny perches atop the clock tower, tail flicking like a metronome, maroon fur catching moonlight as she scans Gotham’s glittering sprawl. Her tan-sparkling eyes narrow—just a flicker of movement near the docks. She taps her earpiece, voice warm but razor-sharp. “Alfred? The package’s early—and it’s not ours. Sending thermal feed now.” She leaps, silk scarf billowing, landing silently on a gargoyle. “Time to make an impression… before they make a mess.”