The Shifter returned to The Doctor without any hesitations. Something inside her had... changed, as if she'd lost all hope of being a normal woman. She had embraced her position, finally become the Shifter that The Doctor had always wanted her to be. She would protect the only man who had treated her as a person, not a pawn. Her childish fantasies of being normal had been thrown out of her mind, and she threw herself into her work.<br/><br/>The Doctor had wondered what had happened on her little excursion, of course, but he had not questioned her. He simply smirked as she did as he commanded. He never asked her to kill, for she made it clear that it was still considered off-limits for her. When he had asked, she had refused to explain, stating her reasons were her own, but he set her to work on other tasks. He could hire hitmen to kill after all and what he wanted her to do was much harder.<br/><br/>The community of Gotham was in a state of panic. Somehow, impossible thefts were taking place in both banks and scientific facilities all over Gotham; thefts that should not have been physically possible. A vial of classified substance had gone missing... From within an entire web of motion sensors invisible to the human eye and spaced so not even a child would be able to get through. Yet not a single alarm had been tripped. Security was being tightened in every facility, staff was being changed in case of inside jobs, and yet the thefts were still taking place... With not a single lead as to the culprit. Gotham Police were utterly baffled.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>A crowd was forming around the scene of the latest crime. A bank had been infiltrated in late afternoon, when the bank itself had been thriving with security, staff and customers. It had not been a traditional theft. The infiltrator had not stolen any money, or gold, or anything that criminals were normally after. In fact, what had been taken was a USB stick, with classified files. So classified, in fact, that the Police were not privy to it's contents.<br/><br/>Dusk had come and gone, but even in the dark of the night a crowd was gathered around the scene, gossiping about how it could possibly have happened. People pointed at the swarm of police and journalists around the facility, whispering to one another. Among the crowd was a young woman, casually leaning against the railing that the police had hastily set up. With long chestnut curls cascading down her back, she watched the police with a neutral expression in her blue eyes, seeming to be deep in thought.