A/N: A universe where mainstream Batfamily, from RobinCarrie to BatgirlStephanie co-exist. None of the Batman material I own. None of the Wonder Woman material I own.

The Scarlet Purr was blaring music to fade the wretched thoughts its occupants deemed too weak to face alone without alcohol. People who are lost, trying to find solace after every shot make up the soul of the night club and tonight is no different. Men and women wasting away, succumbing to the heat and passion of sweaty dancing and drug-addled conversation, all the while chugging down bottle after bottle of rum or whiskey or some other one.

Amidst all the throws of meticulous passion and frenzied grinding, sat at the far end of the club nearest the restroom was Katherine Kane, drunkenly asking the bartender another shot of gin. Wearing a form fitting party dress, the red head tried to drink the night away.

"Ma'am, this is your twentieth shot in the last half hour, should I contact-" The meek bartender asked as he poured another shot into her glass. Kane rudely cut him off.

"Listen bub! I'm paying you good money to provide me with this. So shut your fat mouth and keep pouring." In between hiccups and spasms, she gulped down the contents and gestured for another.

"Look I'm sorry about your lady friend but It isn't healthy fo-" the concerned bartender once again couldn't finish his sentence. Katherine grabbed hold of his collar and said sinisterly,

"If you ever speak about her ever again, I will cut open your fat gut, play with your intestines and make you eat it." That was perfectly within her powers to do so but since Batman banned the killing part of her job once she was part of the family, killing was not an option.

The music was blaring, but Kath could clearly hear a shot gun being pumped even in her drunken stupor. She looked towards the other bartender holding a Sawn-off directly towards her.

"Lady, I suggest you leave." The barman was not looking very pleased with the person who was manhandling his colleague. Batwoman threw the Bartender off, paid for her drinks, and clumsily walked out of the Club.

She started walking to her apartment three blocks away from the club when she began cursing loudly to no one in particular. "Fuck you Renee! I loved you…" Her eyes began to water. "So was all of these five years been a joke to you? FUCK YOU!" She kicked a trash bin out of anger, its contents spilling out. "Why did you even stay?!" She yelled out again, this time falling to the ground , her back leaning on the side of a building. "Why did you even stay…?" She mumbled as she her tears came rushing down her cheek.

For the last five years, Katherine Kane and Renee Montoya have been happily living together. Each finding comfort in the other's embrace, the couple were happy, but only one of them was faithful. Two years of being together, Renee had been secretly meeting up with a Private Investigator from Metropolis. Long nights Katherine spent alone in their bed has been spent by Renee with another man and while Renee enjoyed the sex she had with Kath, she wanted something more. A more masculine touch. When the PI asked him to marry her, Renee was only too eager to say yes. Wanting to leave Gotham and all of its impurities behind was one of the reasons she left. Heck, she wanted a reason to leave. The confrontation at the bar was the only goodbye Kath had gotten. Renee had already packed her bags the same day when Kath was out. Five years of devotion, five years of lies. Katherine Kane was sure she found her woman when she met Renee. How cruel the world is.

"Hey bro, check this out." A voice from the nearby alley said. Once again, Katherine picked it up.

"I'll knock on the back door, see if it's open." Another voice said with more intent, darker motive. Kath raised her head to see not two men, but seven fully grown bearded men complete with missing teeth and steroid packed body parts.

"Man, angel face with a hot body. Thank the Lord" one of the said, raising his hand in a prayer position.

Kath got up, but a hand forced her down. One of them got too her far too quickly. "Where do you think you're going little missy?" The man snuck his hand to her breast and cupped it. Giving fuel to the already brimming hatred she had, Katherine head butted the man's face, breaking his nose.

"You son of a bitch." The man with a broken nose said. Katherine didn't see the person behind her grabbing her waist and forcing her down. Her head started to spin due to the high intake of alcohol.

"Listen little angel. We are going to wreck you. And no matter how much you scream, each one of us here will leave satisfied"." Another man held her cheeks together and planted his lips onto her's. His stupid mind wanted tongue, and Katherine Kane wasn't a fan of this. She bit on his tongue, reversed the grab the man had on her, flipped on his face and proceeded to give a massive beat down on the men that tried to do things to her.

In her drunken state her reflexes were dampened, but that doesn't mean she couldn't give a punch and kick here and there. One of the men tried to punch her from behind but she caught the fist, twisted it around and threw him to the other side of the wall. Someone brought a foot behind Kate and collided with her lower back, but quickly adjusting herself, she moved in between two of them who tried to punch but she caught both fists, brought them in close and delivered an uppercut to each chin. Powerful enough to break one of their jaws and bring the other out of consciousness.

Fueled by rage that can only be calmed by beating someone up, her eyes went red and all the years as Batwoman; all the years of arguing with Bruce about killing the scums of Gotham to make it permanently clean bubbled out. When all of them were on the ground, clutching their broken parts and crying for their mommies, she went to the one with the broken nose.

He saw her step forward, and the only instinct he had left after a traumatic beat down was to crawl away.

"Lady, We're sorry. PLEASE!" Pain, that was what he felt. Pain coursing through his left leg up. He looked down and saw a broken piece of glass stuck on his thigh. "Lady please, put us in jail. Sue us. PLEASE" Again a stabbing sensation went up to his hip. He was profusely bleeding out.

"Lemme tell you something bub." Another stab, another yelp.

"Gotham would be a lot safer without people like you. She wouldn't have left me if it weren't for you men." She twisted the glass and the man begged for mercy. Kath, with her hand bleeding, heard the flap of a cape.

"Let him go." The dark and brooding voice of the Batman rang from behind her. Kath knew that there was no way out of this. She gave one last twist before Batman swooped in and applied the proper blood coagulating agent.

"That was uncalled for." Batman gave Kath "The Look", but she only shrugged it off.

"You know I'm right. It would be a lot safer without them. Now get out of my way." Katherine's voice left no room to argue, even from the Bat. He could only give way and grapple back to his patrol.

In the night, walking out of the alley her ears twitched, hearing the whizz of wind beneath a cape. She asked the new cape crusader that showed up, "How long did he know?"

A feminine voice replied "Since the beginning." Kath stopped and shrugged her shoulders. She let out a very long and exasperated sigh. "Leave it to him." She murmured under her breath.

"Look, if you want to file a leave of absences, I'm sure he'll understand. I mean with Stephanie and Carrie on patrol, only you and Cassandra will be out. Gotham isn't lacking its Knightesses." Barbara flipped over in front of the statue Kath and gave her a hug.

"And if you need anyone to talk to, I have an ear to give." Batgirl said. Katherine hugged back and smiled. She had friends. Dammit Renee, It'll be a while for her to get over Montoya. And by a while she means an eternity.

"Thank you Batgirl. I'll be sure to keep it in mind." Kath let go of Batgirl and smiled. "Go, before he gets another one up his ass." Batgirl nodded and procured the grappling gun and fired off.

Maybe Renee Montoya wasn't the woman Kath expected her to be. The sweet and determined girl, hardened by the police force. One of the honest cops. That's what Katherine loved about her idea of Renee Montoya. She was honest. Unlike the women she was with in the past who only sought out the comfort she provided periodically, Renee came home every night. Came home to her. Long nights in stake outs and overtime, Katherine didn't mind it. Who would've guessed that she was cheating on her? She hid it so well. Smiles and laughs: fake. Kisses and Hugs: Fake. The solemn vow of I love you and the passionate physical play they had: god she hoped there was somewhere in those times where Renee thought that she really loved Kath. But in the end she was only a means to relieve stress. Fake. All of it: Fake.

Kath looked up to the sky. It was a clear sky, not a cloud in sight. The smog and noise the city emitted could only be matched by the beauty of its sky. Batwoman made up her mind. She was strong. With a renewed vigor she would clean the streets of Gotham up. Kath made up her mind. She will move on from this train wreck, give her a few days to recuperate. A heart, broken into thousands of pieces, cannot be fixed in a few hours. Katherine Kane made up her mind. Renee Montoya, no matter how perfect she seemed, she was human. She had needs. Needs that Katherine admitted she cannot provide being a woman.

Through the thick of the throne bush, the only way out is to crawl under. Bear the pain, bear the blood. Remember that there is an out. It was just so infuriating what had just happened. All of it spinning together into a yarn of discontent. Everything falling because she wasn't good enough. Wasn't good enough a woman for Renee. Wasn't a good enough Batwoman to clean the streets.

A lot of feelings Kath didn't know she could feel. One thing was for certain though; She will prevail. She will triumph.

But first, she needed a cup of coffee, and a bed, and ten hours of sleep, and more training. And she knows just where to find them all.

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It has been a week since the incident after the Scarlet Purr. Katherine suffered no wounds, but she couldn't say the same for her attackers. The only wounds she had that night was the realization that hit her the morning after. She had almost killed a man that night. Renee Montoya broke up with her. The first one hit her like a freezing wave while the latter hit her like a fire storm. What's to say a chat with Barbara and Stephanie, while Carrie braids her hair and Cassandra listens, is somewhat therapeutic. And ice cream. Lots and lots of ice cream. Dammit. Kath's starting to look like a star from an 80's chick flick.

And now here she was, waiting on her savior at a bar near the edge of Gotham. A coffee she ordered that hasn't been touched and a fruit cake that had been played with. Kath picked up the fork and started stabbing the fruit cake on occasional intervals. Once she got tired of murdering her cake, she flipped through her phone, re reading the text she received prior to the meeting.

"I'm in the right location." She said to herself. "Patience Kate," She hummed. "Patience." Once again a hum.

"Is a virtue," Not realizing that she closed her eyes, Katherine quickly opened them to see the person she was waiting on. There she was. The Amazon, Diana Prince, in all her regal beauty. Tall and curvaceous, she makes everyone drool at her sight, mores so in her wonder woman outfit. She wore something Katherine didn't think someone like her wore. Princesses should wear something more formal than denim shorts and a blouse. But Kate had to say, at the very back of her mind, that if she wasn't hung over Renee she would be all over Diana.

"Did I make you wait?" Diana asked as she sat herself and all too quickly did Kate shake her head. "Well, I'm guessing you were just doing your breathing exercises because you forgot to do them at yoga class?" Again, Kate didn't think a princess like Diana could be so sarcastic.

"Okay, maybe a little bit." Kate admitted. Diana smiled.

"Katherine,"

"Please, call me Kate. All my friends call me that." Her hair bounced once she said this.

"Kate, if you want me to help you, we have to start being honest with each other. One cannot master living in Paradise with lies." Diana somberly remembered Aresia who deserted the island. A lost cause.

"Wait, so you accept my request?" Kate looked flummoxed.

"Yes. You are not the first one who has asked me for an escape when all seemed dark. You however, Katherine Kane, personally asked to go to Paradise to train."

"There are others?"

"Not all with your circumstance. Your friend Selina is a common face among us. Though we shun her thievery, we try to help as much as we can. If memory serves, she is still there. Paradise runs on a different clock."

"Huh, so that's why we haven't seen Catwoman in a while."

"Exactly, do you mind? I wouldn't want to bother the waiter." Diana pointed at the coffee. Kate shook her head and Diana leaned over to get the drink giving Kate a terrific view of the Wonder Woman's breasts. Kate looked away with flushed cheeks, Diana hadn't noticed.

Prince began adding sugar cubes and milk, stirred and sipped, eliciting a moan from Diana. Kate watched in awe, spine tingling and lips moistening. The Redhead swore internally. She would've taken Diana right then and there if it wasn't for goddam Renee floating in the back of her mind.

"When do I start?" Kate asked after a long while because she enjoyed watching the Amazon drink her coffee. Dammit. Fuck you Renee. I hate you.

"As soon as I finish this coffee, grab your stuff and head to Gotham Hangers." Diana said. Kate saw that she barely drank any of the coffee, but she wasn't going to object.

"Why don't you tell me about this Renee?"

A/N: Flirty Wonder Woman. I love it. Thoughts?