"Time to get up, kitten" Catwoman called, leaning over her daughter.
Looking at the darling, Catwoman couldn't help but reminisce over how she got here. A few years ago… or was it a lifetime… could it have been mere weeks… Catwoman wasn't sure. Time never seemed to stand still enough for Selina to look at it… at least she thought that her name was Selina. Still, Catwoman was certain of a few things. She was the mother of... well, the girl right in front of her. The darling daughter that she now roused was the product of a night with the caped crusader, but Catwoman wasn't sure how that had happened either. She had meet Bruce on his rounds, nearly captured as a thief… Catwoman wasn't sure exactly what took place after that as far as the night itself, but her diary repeatedly reminded Catwoman that the child was hers and Batman's. Even if she wasn't sure how long she had had a daughter, Catwoman still loved her existence.
Opening her eyes, Frisk had a better sense of what was afoot than her mother. Scatterbrained didn't even begin to describe the woman. According to five of the medicine bottles in the cabinet, Alls-Timers was to blame for Mother's condition. A different bottle, one that had been half empty for years, claimed to treat dementia. Still, no matter what the cause, Frisk knew that her mother loved her and would do her best to protect her, but Catwoman couldn't be relied on for any sort of stability. "Good Morning Mother. Are we going to go get something to eat now, or did you want to prepare for the heist planned for 3:00 now?"
"I planned what?" Catwoman asked, not recalling such a thing.
"Yes, mother. The Wayne foundation has a diamond being transported her for a big show, and at 3:00 the guards will shift and you can get it" Frisk recited, repeating what she had memorized yesterday. Three months ago, Frisk had had a birthday and was now officially allowed to help with her mom's heists and scheduling. Five had been too little to help out, but six was big enough for Frisk to write reminders and dictate agendas. Mom really needed it, and Harley said she was tired of holding Catwoman's hand, even though Harley really wasn't one for that with Catwoman. Until that point, Harley or Ivy had regularly made an agenda for Catwoman to fallow, but they were tired of Catwoman misplacing it. Frisk could step up, so she would.
"Oh, where is it at? I seem to have forgotten about it…" Catwoman admitted, trailing off.
"The blueprints are right on your desk, and the guard shift is the first document up on your computer" Frisk said, reciting the protocol for what seemed like the hundredth time, even though it had only been a few months sense Frisk took over. Rolling her eyes at the repetition, Frisk went ahead and continued. "I want breakfast first, though, mommy. It's been a long night, and your kitten wants some fish" just like the last fifteen times, the mention was enough to snap Catwoman into action.
Catwoman rushed to feed the pet cats at the reminder, an example of how her shoddy memory played to both of there advantage. Catwoman couldn't ever remember a grudge for more than a week, if even that, and Frisk knew which reminders would trigger the wanted response from her mother by now. It had been terrifying to not know what she was up to for Frisk's earliest years, but Pamila had been around then, a roommate who could make sure Frisk had her basic needs filled. However, an accident happened around three years ago, and Pamala was now far to busy with some plot or another to worry about babying a human, no matter how much she had loved Frisk and her mother before then. Still, seeing her mother still make no move to the human food, Frisk lived up to her nickname and snatched a can of Tuna out of her mother's pocket. Not even noticing the can's disappearance until Helen was half finished with the food in it, Catwoman said the same thing she said every time she caught Helen at thievery.
"Aren't you a little Frisk?" Catwoman said, shaking her head at Frisk with a fond smile, but otherwise leaving the theft its own unpunished reward. If she felt up to cooking, Frisk would still get a portion, and her belly was full for now. The only thing that Frisk would do without for her snatched cat food was one of the horrid TV dinners that Catwoman lived off of. Food was food, but Frisk would rather risk whatever mixed with the cat food than all the stuff in those meals. Ivy said that Catwoman wouldn't have half so many problems if she just ate something better, but even with the money from her heists, Catwoman spent more on cat-food than on either her or Frisk.
Frisk was the only name that Catwoman consistently remembered for her nowadays, and even that was only because Frisk earned it every time Catwoman forgot. It actually served as a measure for how far Catwoman had backslid by now. If Frisk was called by her title, then Frisk didn't have to remind Catwoman about her schedule. If Catwoman called her Helen, it was an unusually good day and Helen could ask about something and probably get an accurate answer. On days when Frisk didn't immediately receive a name, she had to rebuild her relationship with mother all over again. Barely managing to not sigh at the work that she would have to put in all over again, Frisk continued her cues to tune mother back to the way she ought to be. At least Selina never forgot that Frisk existed… at least to Frisk's memory.
"It's genetic" Frisk called, resurfacing Catwoman's pride in her skills, "I did learn from the best, after all, and Mother nature can say what she wants other wise all that she wants" Implying that Catwoman taught Frisk skills made Catwoman more inclined to share with Frisk, no matter how true it currently was.
"You know what, your right, Frisk" Catwoman called, straightening up. "I'm the world's best thief, and Robin Hood isn't even on the radar for my skills. He certainly couldn't get the blueprints or codes that I do"
That was new. Mother normally didn't reference technology in any way, shape or form. "You are, Mom. No one's as awesome as you" Hero worship was a good way to get mother boasting, and that was a good way to trigger a story a bit later.
"You are absolutely correct. As a matter of fact, once I…" Catwoman trailed off, confused.
"You don't remember what it was, do you?" Frisk asked. Gentleness made Catwoman feel guilty and that normally led to her doing a better job at whatever it was you wanted her to do.
"Sorry, but your right Frisk" Catwoman mumbled, looking down. "Still, let's get to work" she said, going over to the table.
The heist looked like it was going perfectly. Frisk was on the headset, and her mother was paying attention to Frisk's instructions. It was easy for Catwoman to crawl through the ventilation with Frisk there to tell her which way to turn. The protections were something that Frisk didn't even need to remind her mother about, as hacking and codebreaking were a second nature to Catwoman by now. Even the gem itself was convenient for Catwoman to carry!