"You won't get away with it," she warned the supervillain.
"They all say that," the Grey Tabby told her. "But the others have died."
"What others?" the Girl in Grey turned, eyes flaring, cheeks flushed.
"The White Feather," the Grey Tabby told her firmly.
"Scoff all you like." The Grey Tabby laughed. "But you'll never know. You die now, Girl in Grey!"
"Or perhaps not." A familiar figure stepped out of the shadows.