Batwoman

The forensic team confiscated the surveillance camera immediately.  No one ever expected the thief to be a female.  A dark hood and tight fitting yoga-like clothes were her costume. It appeared she had a dark ponytail, maybe brown hair or black.  The photo lab was working on clarifying her features.

On closer examination, the woman looked much like the swimmer at the seaside pool.  She was there nearly every day.  No records were kept at the pool to confirm this.  It was a pay as you go scenario.  There were no pool passes.

I'd be hanging out at the pool the following week.   Trying to get back to my own lap swim.  Swimming is unlike any exercise.  You work against or with yourself.  And water.  Everything is lighter.  After the third lap, another woman asked if I was alright.

"Did the huffing and puffing give it away?"

"No, it was your trying to get out of the pool and getting stuck," she said.

"I wasn't trying to get out actually.  I was lifting myself up to see if my rotator cuffs were painful.  That I was exhausted and gulped some water didn't help.  Thank you for asking.  Hey I have another lap.  Feel free to wake up the lifeguards if you see my bobbing."

The lifeguards sported red muscle man shirts with their names emblazed on the back.  A lot of good that would do if I were bobbing.  I was happy to have fellow athletes nearby. 

One more lap would do it.  And, I could chat again with the woman who was doing laps in the lane beside me.

"Do many woman lap here regularly?

"There are a few.  Mostly the under fifty crowd.  And of course, Batwoman.  Everyone calls her that.  She is a hard woman with almost porcelain features.  She is usually here at noon.  We may see her today."