Actually summary but I couldn't fit it in the summary limited box...Enjoy:)
Bruce and Selina known each other for years, but as Bruce lost hope with not finding the murderer of his parents, and after years, finally knowing his murderer is set free only to be killed not by his hands, Bruce leaves in order to find himself. Years later he comes back, to a still destructive Gotham that has problems at each corner including a certain cat robbing everyone rich blind. He returns to a different Selina, one who is more mysterious, and that he can't resist but he knows she's hiding things from him, dark things that he needs her trust in order to help her. But can Bruce capture this Cat or will he need her help in order to fight something bigger than he can handle?
"It's good that you're changing… but don't change too much."
She was on a gargoyle watching the streets, seeing the blinding blue and red cop lights blink and blind everyone's eyes as they came barging through the streets. It was another murder, of course, but what else would you expect from the East End of Gotham. All there ever was murder, rape, abuse cases, suicide, and so much more. So much that shouldn't even happen to begin with. Truthfully it seemed as though Gotham was the worse place to be. The only problem was she was part of the problem. She never done anything to kill someone, but if you got in her way of what she wanted, she wasn't going to back down. But she wasn't East Ends problem no that'd award would have to be given to all the crime bosses. She was a problem anywhere where the rich were.
She'd break in, enter take the damn woman's diamonds or pearls or the man's watch or actual silver chain. Maybe she'd just take their money. She didn't care, because why should she when they never cared about her people of on the other side of the city?
But it wasn't just the houses she broke in. Ha life wouldn't be fun without a challenge. And what's more fun then breaking into museums and banks and robbing them? And what's more fun than getting the attention of police men that can't catch you?
She cracked her whip latching onto a flag pole and launched herself into the air. The wind, the feel, the night sky, everything was great.
She quickly made her way onto the top of Gotham's Museum, Open one of the windows that were on the roof. She looked down, pulled her goggles over her eyes that caught any infrared images. She saw two night guards, nothing hard, and didn't see any trip wires. She went through the window landing on the second floor, in her heels and rolled over otherwise her ankles would kill her. She walked on the floor gracefully, carefully, quietly but also enjoying herself like a day in the park for a stroll. She smirked to herself, as she came to the room she came to rob. The guard was inside looking at the other priceless artifacts. She quickly went up to him, rounded her left leg around his mouth and nose and brought him down. She looked at him and playfully smiled putting a finger to her lips as if to say 'stay quiet'.
She looked the at the Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire jewel. "Purrfect," she purred to herself. Her gloved covered hands grazed over the glass. She put her sharp cut metal claws on the glass making a circle then moved her hand in a clockwise rotation. When the circle was complete she took out the glass circle and reached for the Emerald jewel, carefully placed it in her bag, and repeat the action with the next two.
And just like that as fast as she came in, she left the museum, without a alarm ringing. She swung back to her gargoyle, landing on it, then swung to the building nearby and started to run across the rooftops until she finally reached her apartment. She opened her apartment window and smiled, "Home sweet home," she spoke to herself as a black cat came up to her and meowed.
"Welcome home Master Wayne."
Bruce looked at the mansion inside, the vast emptiness. It didn't feel like home, then again he wasn't sure what did.
It's been years since he has slept, ate or done anything in this house. He had spent too many years pursuing his parents murder, never finding out, Jim never finding out, and when at last they finally did he thought of doing what he had wanted for so long. Revenge. But he didn't do it. No, some damn other person got to him. That's when he left. Left this manor, left this damned city for years. Learning from the best of everything and anything he could learn. It was about time that Gotham changed.
He ran his hand there his hair. How was he going to change Gotham?
"It's quite the breath of fresh air having you around again sir," the British butler smiled. Alfred, surrogate father to him basically, kind heart soul, who taught he a lot, and who always has his back.
They made their way up the stairs walking side by side.
He smiled at his friend. "Its great to see you again Alfred. How was everything when I was gone?"
Alfred's face fell, "Lonely sir," Alfred then spoke again after a little while, "although, miss Kyle did help with company. As well as miss Kyle's friend Leslie."
"Selina," Bruce spoke breathlessly. He quickly thought about the young woman who literally helped him throughout tough times after his parents death. How she helped Jim, how she stood up for everything she believed in, how she escaped literally hell from kidnappers and how she saved him from Silver. Of course he'll never admit to the last one. He turned to his butler, "Last time I checked you and Selina never really got along."
They paused in the middle of the hallway to Bruce's room, "We didn't sire but of course we had our differences. We may have butted heads but I knew she was good for you at the time, because of what she had done, countless time for you." Alfred then continued to walk on as Bruce stood there.
"Well she wasn't like any other girl back then, he truly never met anyone like her, that he trusted her with his life, that he felt tied to her in a way he'd never felt, and would never change, and even at this moment he still felt the same, even if he hadn't seen her in years," he thought to himself. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his friend who was ahead looking back at him, "Well she was amazing back then."
Alfred laughed as he held the door for Bruce to go through, "You should she what the young miss is up to now. Helping others on her side, like she owns the property. She has a lovely apartment, quite large, but the many people she has helped, is very remarkable."
Bruce was surprised to hear that, but also happy, that she doing things that weren't illegal like she did before, although it did help him at times. She did kill a man for Alfred, for him. He needed to see her and soon.
Both of the men walked down from the bedroom to the kitchen. Alfred made a cup of coffee and Bruce took the newspaper. He made his way to the study, where his hide a cave from him, from his family. He sat down on his father's chair, remembering when he thought he could actually solve the crime, the mystery of the man who killed his parents.
Alfred uncovered the sheets of the broads Bruce used when he was younger, he never did get rid of them only so that he could remind himself of his failure.
He sighed and looked at the newspaper while Alfred continued to walk around the room, whipping the dust off the sheets, uncovering the couches and lamps. Every room seemed to be covered besides the living room and the kitchen and most likely Alfred's. Probably the only rooms he used. Bruce didn't care if anyone was or wasn't uncovered, it just seemed Alfred needed to keep moving.
Bruce unfolded the newspaper, immediately stunned by what the front page was. "The Cat Strikes Again". Apparently Gotham had a skilled thief on their hands. No one has been able to catch him or her. No one even knew the gender of the thief. They couldn't even get footage of it. The theif has stole three jewels last night, an emerald, sapphire, and ruby ones to be specific. Bruce was disappointed, but this wasn't the worst of Gotham there was.
Alfred broke his thoughts, "Master Wayne what do you plan to do today, relax or-"
Bruce looked at Alfred, "Alfred, there is no time to relax, Gotham is still a complete mess. There is so much corruption. I have to fix this. I have to fix and protect Gotham. I have to become something." He looked outside the glass doors that Alfred pulled the curtains from, the sun blinding his eyes, making him squint but in that short time he remembered what Henry Ducard said.
Ducard gritted his teeth, "Your compassion is a weakness our enemies will no share."
Bruce retaliated, "That's why it's so important. It separates us from them."
"You want to fight criminals and this man is a murderer."
"This man should be trialed."
"By who corrupt government? Criminals mock society's laws. You know this! You cannot lead this league unless you can do what's necessary to prevent evil."
"Where would I lead these men?"
"Gotham."
"Why?"
"Gotham has become a breeding ground for suffering and injustice and is beyond saving. Gotham must be destroyed."
"You can't believe in this."Bruce responded. He knew Gotham was suffering but there were innocents there.
"I brought this place from the ashes or terror and suffering! People must face the justice that is fit for them. They must face what they willing want when they do not obey society's laws!"
"I will go back to Gotham and I will fight but I will not kill!"
Bruce looked to Alfred, there was determination in his eyes, something Alfred hadn't seen in Bruce for so long, and Alfred only feared as to what he was thinking. "I have to strike fear into the criminals who see Gotham as their playground…I have to become a symbol."
"It's good that you're changing… but don't change too much."
She was on a gargoyle watching the streets, seeing the blinding blue and red cop lights blink and blind everyone's eyes as they came barging through the streets. It was another murder, of course, but what else would you expect from the East End of Gotham. All there ever was murder, rape, abuse cases, suicide, and so much more. So much that shouldn't even happen to begin with. Truthfully it seemed as though Gotham was the worse place to be. The only problem was she was part of the problem. She never done anything to kill someone, but if you got in her way of what she wanted, she wasn't going to back down. But she wasn't East Ends problem no that'd award would have to be given to all the crime bosses. She was a problem anywhere where the rich were.
She'd break in, enter take the damn woman's diamonds or pearls or the man's watch or actual silver chain. Maybe she'd just take their money. She didn't care, because why should she when they never cared about her people of on the other side of the city?
But it wasn't just the houses she broke in. Ha life wouldn't be fun without a challenge. And what's more fun then breaking into museums and banks and robbing them? And what's more fun than getting the attention of police men that can't catch you?
She cracked her whip latching onto a flag pole and launched herself into the air. The wind, the feel, the night sky, everything was great.
She quickly made her way onto the top of Gotham's Museum, Open one of the windows that were on the roof. She looked down, pulled her goggles over her eyes that caught any infrared images. She saw two night guards, nothing hard, and didn't see any trip wires. She went through the window landing on the second floor, in her heels and rolled over otherwise her ankles would kill her. She walked on the floor gracefully, carefully, quietly but also enjoying herself like a day in the park for a stroll. She smirked to herself, as she came to the room she came to rob. The guard was inside looking at the other priceless artifacts. She quickly went up to him, rounded her left leg around his mouth and nose and brought him down. She looked at him and playfully smiled putting a finger to her lips as if to say 'stay quiet'.
She looked the at the Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire jewel. "Purrfect," she purred to herself. Her gloved covered hands grazed over the glass. She put her sharp cut metal claws on the glass making a circle then moved her hand in a clockwise rotation. When the circle was complete she took out the glass circle and reached for the Emerald jewel, carefully placed it in her bag, and repeat the action with the next two.
And just like that as fast as she came in, she left the museum, without a alarm ringing. She swung back to her gargoyle, landing on it, then swung to the building nearby and started to run across the rooftops until she finally reached her apartment. She opened her apartment window and smiled, "Home sweet home," she spoke to herself as a black cat came up to her and meowed.
"Welcome home Master Wayne."
Bruce looked at the mansion inside, the vast emptiness. It didn't feel like home, then again he wasn't sure what did.
It's been years since he has slept, ate or done anything in this house. He had spent too many years pursuing his parents murder, never finding out, Jim never finding out, and when at last they finally did he thought of doing what he had wanted for so long. Revenge. But he didn't do it. No, some damn other person got to him. That's when he left. Left this manor, left this damned city for years. Learning from the best of everything and anything he could learn. It was about time that Gotham changed.
He ran his hand there his hair. How was he going to change Gotham?
"It's quite the breath of fresh air having you around again sir," the British butler smiled. Alfred, surrogate father to him basically, kind heart soul, who taught he a lot, and who always has his back.
They made their way up the stairs walking side by side.
He smiled at his friend. "Its great to see you again Alfred. How was everything when I was gone?"
Alfred's face fell, "Lonely sir," Alfred then spoke again after a little while, "although, miss Kyle did help with company. As well as miss Kyle's friend Leslie."
"Selina," Bruce spoke breathlessly. He quickly thought about the young woman who literally helped him throughout tough times after his parents death. How she helped Jim, how she stood up for everything she believed in, how she escaped literally hell from kidnappers and how she saved him from Silver. Of course he'll never admit to the last one. He turned to his butler, "Last time I checked you and Selina never really got along."
They paused in the middle of the hallway to Bruce's room, "We didn't sire but of course we had our differences. We may have butted heads but I knew she was good for you at the time, because of what she had done, countless time for you." Alfred then continued to walk on as Bruce stood there.
"Well she wasn't like any other girl back then, he truly never met anyone like her, that he trusted her with his life, that he felt tied to her in a way he'd never felt, and would never change, and even at this moment he still felt the same, even if he hadn't seen her in years," he thought to himself. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his friend who was ahead looking back at him, "Well she was amazing back then."
Alfred laughed as he held the door for Bruce to go through, "You should she what the young miss is up to now. Helping others on her side, like she owns the property. She has a lovely apartment, quite large, but the many people she has helped, is very remarkable."
Bruce was surprised to hear that, but also happy, that she doing things that weren't illegal like she did before, although it did help him at times. She did kill a man for Alfred, for him. He needed to see her and soon.
Both of the men walked down from the bedroom to the kitchen. Alfred made a cup of coffee and Bruce took the newspaper. He made his way to the study, where his hide a cave from him, from his family. He sat down on his father's chair, remembering when he thought he could actually solve the crime, the mystery of the man who killed his parents.
Alfred uncovered the sheets of the broads Bruce used when he was younger, he never did get rid of them only so that he could remind himself of his failure.
He sighed and looked at the newspaper while Alfred continued to walk around the room, whipping the dust off the sheets, uncovering the couches and lamps. Every room seemed to be covered besides the living room and the kitchen and most likely Alfred's. Probably the only rooms he used. Bruce didn't care if anyone was or wasn't uncovered, it just seemed Alfred needed to keep moving.
Bruce unfolded the newspaper, immediately stunned by what the front page was. "The Cat Strikes Again". Apparently Gotham had a skilled thief on their hands. No one has been able to catch him or her. No one even knew the gender of the thief. They couldn't even get footage of it. The theif has stole three jewels last night, an emerald, sapphire, and ruby ones to be specific. Bruce was disappointed, but this wasn't the worst of Gotham there was.
Alfred broke his thoughts, "Master Wayne what do you plan to do today, relax or-"
Bruce looked at Alfred, "Alfred, there is no time to relax, Gotham is still a complete mess. There is so much corruption. I have to fix this. I have to fix and protect Gotham. I have to become something." He looked outside the glass doors that Alfred pulled the curtains from, the sun blinding his eyes, making him squint but in that short time he remembered what Henry Ducard said.
Ducard gritted his teeth, "Your compassion is a weakness our enemies will no share."
Bruce retaliated, "That's why it's so important. It separates us from them."
"You want to fight criminals and this man is a murderer."
"This man should be trialed."
"By who corrupt government? Criminals mock society's laws. You know this! You cannot lead this league unless you can do what's necessary to prevent evil."
"Where would I lead these men?"
"Gotham."
"Why?"
"Gotham has become a breeding ground for suffering and injustice and is beyond saving. Gotham must be destroyed."
"You can't believe in this."Bruce responded. He knew Gotham was suffering but there were innocents there.
"I brought this place from the ashes or terror and suffering! People must face the justice that is fit for them. They must face what they willing want when they do not obey society's laws!"
"I will go back to Gotham and I will fight but I will not kill!"
Bruce looked to Alfred, there was determination in his eyes, something Alfred hadn't seen in Bruce for so long, and Alfred only feared as to what he was thinking. "I have to strike fear into the criminals who see Gotham as their playground…I have to become a symbol."