A Catwoman eats the canaries.
Jenny Canary stared out into the dark and stormy Gotham night. Worried and angry in equal measure.
“What kind of man leaves his pregnant wife alone on a night like this?” She questions the empty air of the apartment. Their children had been put to sleep hours ago. But Jenny had waded up, waiting for Fred to walk back in the apartment door, so she could give him a piece of her mind.