So they say being a bat means no childhood...
Those little bats could apparently be annoying. Or at least that's what her sometimes teammate Dollface had been complaining about since said vigilantes had decided to make some seriously frustrating dents in her operations. So when Lyta had been asked to deal with them to keep the little bats out of Dollface's hair she'd taken up the offer eagerly. After all, there hadn't been much to do recently and it was a good deal. Throw a few do gooders for a loop and get a long weekend in Gotham, a fashion center and a truly wonderful place to be pampered, all expenses paid in return? Well she was far more than a mere mortal and she certainly deserved to be treated as such, no reason not to do this.

Her first night in Gotham and Lyta decides to target a bank. Not that she needed the money for this trip but no reason she couldn't benefit while getting the attention of certain Gothamites. A giant hole has been burnt into the safe door and money is shuffling out on its own and packing itself neatly into a giant box she has set out.