Selina leaped up to the penthouse balcony. She sauntered to the glass door and used her clawed glove to carve a hole in the glass six inches in diameter. The cat Faunus playfully slipped her tail through the hole and used it to deftly flick the door's lock. She could've done it easier with her hand, sure. But there's something more fun about using a Faunus trait to rob the rich of Atlas blind. Added insult in the name Catwoman.

She retracted her tail and casually opened the door, entering the suite. She focused her Semblance and paced through the home, admiring the gaudy delicacies.

Her first stop was the closet entirely devoted to the owners' collection of wine. Some of them cost as much as the monthly rent of a Mantle apartment. She inspected bottle by bottle: labels from every respected winery across Remnant, plus a few known only to the most elite. Ironically, in trying to be uniquely refined, the collection was nearly identical to every upper class home she'd ever had the pleasure to break into. And just like those, most of the bottles ended up being tossed over her shoulder and shattered on the tiled floor. Insult to injury.

"Well, hello," the thief purred as she produced a particular bottle. "Violi di Notte. Didn't expect to find you here. I thought the last of you were at the bottom of the ocean after that tragic White Fang attack. That must make you... priceless."

Having made her choice, Selina paced over to the kitchen and pulled a pair of wine glasses from a cupboard. She popped the cork with a claw and poured both glasses. She then took one of the glasses and placed it on the opposite side of the island counter from her.

She looked up to the caped figure standing in the center of the room. When he'd arrived, she was impressed to say she didn't know. She didn't notice him until she reached into the glass cupboard.

"Bat," she greeted the Dark Knight.

"Cat," he responded back.

Selina picked up her glass and leaned across the counter. "Did you know my Semblance is Silence? When I focus it, I can move around and not make a sound. I can have this entire conversation and no one would be able to hear a word I say. If I focus hard enough, I can even disrupt my visual perception. It's not so much that I'm invisible. I can just convince people's eyes to forget that I'm there. Yet in spite of all that," she took a sip from her glass, "you can always manage to find me."

"Did you know you've used this line before?" Batman stated bluntly.

"You should try the wine. Violi di Notte. Almost extinct. One of the last made by the hands of Faunus slaves." She raised the bottle to look over it one last time. "It's a shame. It has a nice flavor," she said before letting the bottle slip from her fingers and shatter on the floor.

"Is that what you're doing tonight? Raiding wine cellars?"

Selina downed the rest of her glass before answering, "Please, Bat. You know me better than that. This is just fun on the side. The real prize is Miss Marroonne's jade necklace. I figure with Harvey's little stunt keeping the aristocracy locked in their panic-rooms, now's the perfect time to do a clean sweep of their jewelry cabinets." She set her glass down and rounded the counter, picking up the other, still full one. "Speaking of Harvey, I assume he's the reason you came to me tonight."

"What do you know about the riot?" Batman questioned, still standing stoic.

"If Harv has his way, it'll be more like a revolution." The cat Faunus answered as she leaned against the counter and swirled her drink. "He's been giving grand speeches about rising up and taking the city back from the oppression of Atlas. He's really got it out for the Schnees in particular."

"I saw as much from the news," the Bat confirmed. "Who does he have behind him?"

"The working man; the proletariat; the oppressed. A lot of disgruntled, would-be revolutionaries who've been talking about it for decades and finally decided to give it a shot. Mostly Faunus and their sympathizers."

"White Fang?"

"Surprisingly, no. Not a single flag or Grimm mask. They're following Harvey."

Batman groaned thoughtfully. "Harvey… it's been a week since he was presumed dead."

Selina took a sip from her glass. "Hear the building was set to explode by Jacques Schnee and his connections. When the DA pushed for that Faunus miner to get SDC compensation, they had to send a message. Blew up the poor soul's apartment building and the visiting DA with it. Though it looks like he only got half blown to hell."

Batman was quiet for a moment. "I have to stop this."

"Why?" the Faunus asked, a hint of venom on her tongue. "It's not like Harvey doesn't have a point. Atlas is crooked and we all know it. The corporations have us all in their pocket. The SDC practically rules the whole kingdom. And you don't know how hard it is being a Faunus in Atlas, Bruce."

There was a long pause between the two. The cat took another sip from her glass.

"Selina, I'm sorry. I didn't mean… but we both know this uprising won't be clean. The mob won't stop until the anger has run its course. And it will attract more violent types who only want an excuse. The longer this is allowed to go on, the more innocent lives are put at risk."

"It's okay. I know," Selina reaffirmed, her cat tail waving behind her. "This all has just… struck a nerve. Lord knows I don't have it as bad as most. A tail isn't hard to hide when you know how, especially when you have a Semblance like mine." She looked down at her glass. "And maybe me breaking into a bunch of penthouses is my way of getting caught up in the emotion."

"If you want to do this the right way," Bruce offered, "I'm still lacking the proper evidence to prove the Marroonnes are guilty of tax evasion."

A grin crept across the cat burglar's face. She downed her second glass of wine and tossed the glass over her shoulder. "I'll see what I can dig up."

She could swear she saw a smile out of the corner of his mouth.

"I have to go, Cat."

"I know you do, Bat."

Batman turned to leave through the balcony door.

"Say 'hi' to Alfred for me," Selina called out before he leaped over the balcony's railing, soaring off into the Atlas skyline.

General Ironwood stormed through the doors to Jacques' office. "Jacques, we need to talk."

The CEO spun in his chair to face the general, but remained seated. "James, I'm surprised to see you. With everything happening on the news, is now really the best time?"

Ironwood stomped to Schnee's desk and planted his palms on it before asking, "Did you do it?"

A smirk crossed Jacques' face. "I'm going to need you to be more specific than that."

"The explosion last Thursday at 8:37 PM. The apartment building in the Narrows. Did you cause it?"

The smirk faded. "Don't be preposterous. I'm the CEO of a Dust Company, not a demolitions agency. Of the two of us, you're the most apt at explosives."

"You're also Jacques Schnee. You have more 'friends' than my men have ammunition. Just because you yourself didn't do it doesn't mean you didn't delegate. It doesn't mean you're not still responsible."

"Let me ask you, James, what cause would I have to destroy a random building in the Atlesian ghetto?"

"It was the home of Wesley Mauve. The explosion was the day after he testified in Dent's case against the SDC for unlawful termination of employees-"

"Of which it is entirely in our legal right to do, based on the contract of employment signed."

"That's beside the point. The point is that his testimony had a major effect on the case. And then, that same night, at the exact moment Dent arrives at his home for a visit, the entire building explodes, allegedly killing both Mauve and Dent. It looks really bad, Jacques. So I'll repeat my question. Did. You. Do it?"

There was a tense silence between the two. Jacques stood from his chair, planted his hands on his desk, and leaned in closer to Ironwood.

"No, General. I did not."

The silence continued as Ironwood glared into Schnee's eyes, trying desperately to find some kind of tell; a dart of the eye, a twitch of the lip, anything to give away his lie.

There was nothing. Jacques Schnee was a master of his craft. When he told you something, he knew how to make certain you believed it. Ironwood knew this. He still suspected his complicity in Dent's "accident," but his ingrained suspicion in the man was all he had to go off of. He had no actual proof. And there was still that possibility that he didn't actually…

"I'm deploying some of my men to guard your home. I'd advise you to evacuate the building and get there yourself. I can provide you with an escort if need be." Ironwood turned from the desk and made for the door. "I'm still not unconvinced that you're responsible for this, but Harvey Dent looks wholly convinced you are. With the mob he's amassed, I don't think he'll settle for anything less than your head."

"Then you'd best do your job, General," Jacques called out to the departing Ironwood.

Sienna Khan was waiting in the comm room set up in the White Fang's Atlesian base of operations. It was normally used to coordinate with foreign factions and to oversee combat missions. Today, it was being used in a far more unorthodox and impromptu operation here in Atlas.

"Has he called in to update yet?"

Sienna turned to the one with the question: the acting leader of the White Fang, Bandar Lang. He was a 6'8" gorilla Faunus with swept-back, black hair, a full beard, broad shoulders, and muscular, powerful forearms coated in thick black hair. He held his chest out and head high, treating every room as if he owned it and everyone within.

"Last he reported, he was following the riot's march, waiting for a shot," Sienna answered her superior officer.

Lang snorted loudly. "Well he'd best find his opportunity quickly. The longer this self-proclaimed revolution is allowed to go on, the more attention it will receive."

Sienna chose now to voice her opinion again. "We could let Dent finish what he's started. The longer we let him go, the easier our job will be after he's done. An Atlas weakened from within will be more vulnerable to attacks from the outside."

"Atlas has been the empire of Faunus oppression for centuries, and none have been more guilty than the Schnees. When their bloody retribution comes, I want it to be by the hands of the White Fang; not by an Atlesian human who claims to act on our behalf. This is the last time I will say this, Khan."

The tiger Faunus sneered under her breath. She was often the one actually planning and running the White Fang's operations. But Bandar Lang was the figurehead. He was also bankrolling much of the organization from even before they took a more aggressive approach to seeking equality. And he knew how to work a crowd like no one else.

But he's egotistical and arrogant, Sienna vented internally. He hired this human assassin to train our troops, then fired him for giving opposing military advice. He branded him an enemy of the Faunus to tie up loose ends and botched that, losing a whole squad over his pettiness. And now that someone else, a human no less, threatens to take credit for his goals, he turns to the assassin again to keep the stage cleared for him. This is a waste of resources and time.

"I have a shot," Deathstroke's voice came over their speakers.

"Situation?" Sienna requested.

"The crowd has reached a police line. It's a standoff," the mercenary reported.

"Any sign of the crowd dispersing?"

"Unlikely. Some of them look like they've been chomping at the bit for violence."

"Where's Dent?"

"He's front and center of the group, trying to appeal to the Atlas PD's better nature. With his way with words, I'm not unconvinced he'll succeed."

"And you have a shot?"

"I do."

Sienna sighed quietly. "Tak-"

"Hold your fire!" Bandar Lang suddenly ordered. "Look at the screens."

Sienna looked up to the array of monitors arranged on the wall, all set to different Atlesian news channels. They were all presenting the exact image Slade had described: a line of Atlas police in riot gear opposing a crowd of angry Atlesian lower class, human and Faunus alike. Between them, Harvey Dent was trying to talk the police down from preventing their advance. Many of the officers were beginning to lower their weapons at his words.

"These news channels are broadcasting across Remnant," Lang explained. "This is global knowledge. The world knows about Harvey Dent and his revolution now."

"And you wanted him dead before it can get worse," Sienna questioned him.

"It's too late. If he dies now, he'll be a martyr… Deathstroke, is your rifle silenced?"

"It is," Wilson answered.

"Do you have a shot on the man directly to Dent's right? In front of the crocodile?"

"I do."

"Kill him."

"What?" Sienna questioned.

"Confirm order," Deathstroke requested.

"Fire," Bandar Lang confirmed.

Before Sienna could object further, the crowds in the news footage changed. Dent suddenly turned back to his followers. Slade's target was hidden from view by the larger crocodile Faunus behind him. A visible wave of anger rippled through the revolutionaries. The officer line braced for combat. Dent could be heard shouting. He pointed accusingly at the officers. His followers charged the line. The crocodile broke through instantly. The cameras cut away to the stations' reporters and anchors, horrified expressions on their faces.

Sienna Khan watched in shock. Bandar Lang chuckled behind her. "And now this 'revolution' has attacked the Atlesian police force seemingly unprovoked. That should be a nice stain to Mr. Dent's reputation."

"Deathstroke," Khan addressed, "was he a Faunus?"

"Does it matter?" the assassin asked.

"It matters," she answered.

There was a beat.

"She had a tail. Wolf tail, I think."

The tiger Faunus clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth. "Damnit."

"Her loss will be avenged in the coming storm," her superior stated, cold & rehearsed. "Deathstroke, follow them. Stay hidden. Keep us updated. I want Dent's death subtle, quiet, and unremarkable."

"Changing position," Slade responded. "Going dark."

Sienna was still quiet, bothered by Lang's order.

"We're at war, Sienna. Sacrifices must be made. It's all for the betterment of the Faunus." He noticed Khan still refusing to speak. "From Shadows."

Sienna let out the breath she'd been holding. "We'll Rise."

"Alert me when Mr. Wilson updates."

"Yes, sir."

A/N: In the flashbacks to Contract, I stated the new leader of the White Fang after Ghira Belladonna to be a nondescript man (Never clarified Faunus type to hedge my bets). Then Volume 5 introduced Sienna Khan. So then I came up with Bandar Lang as a leader between the two to "keep continuity" with my own stories as well as RWBY Proper.