Selina Kyle Wayne rested her head on her husband of 15 years chest. Her thoughts remained stuck on only one thing: her daughter. No, not Helena, her and Bruce's 11 year old daughter. She was thinking of her daughter Hannah. She would have been 15, if Selina hadn't been so stupid.
Selina felt Bruce shift in his sleep, and his arm that had been around her waist moved up to her stomach. She glanced down at his hand, and then at her stomach. The image of her pregnant belly stuck in her mind. Her first pregnancy was with her daughter, Hannah. The child had been taken at only one month old, from Wayne Manor.
Tears stung her eyes as she thought about it. She had been exhausted the day that Hannah was taken, and she had been sound asleep in the master bedroom. Bruce had been out of the house that day, and had been working. Selina had been tired due to having a sleepless night the night before, and after putting down her month old daughter in her nursery, she had fallen asleep. About two hours later, she had awoken and gone to check on the child. But Hannah wasn't there, and the window to the nursery had been wide open.
Selina let the tears fall onto Bruce's bare chest, and didn't notice when he woke up. She had blamed herself ever since. If she had just stayed awake, and hadn't gone to bed, maybe she would have two daughters instead of just one. Even though they had searched for years, the child had never been found. It was believed that Hannah was dead, and even their 11 year old daughter, Helena, believed that the older sister that she never got to meet was dead.
Bruce knew what Selina was crying over, and placed a kiss on the top of her head. Silence was all he could offer her, and the comfort of being in his arms. It seemed to work, and she soon fell back asleep. The last thing that was in his mind before he fell back to sleep was the picture of what his daughter might look like if she was still alive.