First, I would like to thank a lot those (few) who read and reviewed my first one-shot, it really means a lot to me!

Now, this is somewhat of a sequel, in which Selina leaves Gotham in search of Bruce; I really don't know what to do with this story, whether to stop it when Selina and Bruce meet, or to continue it... I got the inspiration this morning and wrote this first chapter all at once. There's not much of action in this, I feel I'm really bad at writing action scenes, but who knows...

Well, since I don't know where is this story going, I would really like to know what you think about it :).

PS: if there are grammar mistakes etc, please let me know! ;)

Chapter 1.

The first thing Selina noticed when she got off the plane was…the heat. And the sun. Bright, yellow hot sun that shined from the clear blue sky above her. The sultriness of that morning hit her, with its 85 degrees, while she dragged her small luggage towards the Pullman that would take her to the airport, always perfect in her high heels and in her black dress. And the heat seemed to increase as she entered the Pullman, along with other fifty people.

Two minutes later she was at the Roma Fiumicino airport's arrival. She stopped on the entrance and looked around. She felt lost. Now, she grew up in a city like Gotham, in its slums, and she learnt to survive alone, being a thief and all that sort of things, so she was used to difficulties and she liked challenges. And she had been in an airport, more than once actually. But that…place in front of her eyes wasn't a "challenge", god, it wasn't even an airport! That was…chaos. There were people everywhere; people sat waiting for friends and relatives, people with a very annoyed look waiting for their luggage to arrive on the conveyor belt, people sat at the bar, holding small coffee – cups and reading newspapers and then queue, queue, queue everywhere! At least there's the air conditioner, she thought with relief. She looked around again; everyone was relaxed, despite the chaos, and they were all wearing jeans and t-shirts. For the first time in her life she felt out-of-place. She was in a new country, in a very crowded place, she didn't know the language and…well, she was on a hunting. Come on Selina, you're a big girl, she thought, and decided to find the nearest info – point to ask information about how to reach Florence.

Once she was out of the airport, she was hit by the hot sun and the unforgiving heat. "Seriously, 85 degrees on April…" she muttered. She called a cab, and after a while it arrived. "Dove la porto, signorina?" Oh, great...she didn't speak Italian at all. "Ehm…I'm sorry but I can't…" – "Where to, miss?" he asked in English, smiling politely at her. "Roma Termini" – "All right". She entered the cab, while he helped her putting her luggage in the back of the car. "So, where are you from?" he asked while they were inside the car. Selina decided that a little talk over the ride couldn't harm anyone: "I'm American" – "Uh, nice. And it's the first time you come in Italy?" – "Well actually yes" she smiled back. "It's really a beautiful country. Of course, we have our problems, but who doesn't?" A thick roman accent affected the man's pronunciation, but he gesticulated a lot while talking, so Selina didn't have problems in understanding him. Actually she found it curious. She paid little attention to what he was saying though, concentrated on the landscape outside the car. They arrived at the station and she exited the cab, paying the man a generous sum: "Keep the rest and thank you" – "Thank you too. Have a nice trip, miss".

At the railway station she took a ticket for a high – speed train, la freccia rossa, and in about half an hour she was in Firenze Campo Marte station. Now the only matter was to decide what exactly to do. She needed to find him. She needed desperately to find him, not only because he could have probably helped her here with the language and showed her around (she wanted to visit Florence badly!) but also because she needed to see him, to have the final confirmation that he was alive, that he was there, with her. Outside the station she called another cab to reach the city's downtown. The driver told her that her address was in Florence's centro storico, but he couldn't drop her right there because cars weren't allowed in that part of the town.

So now Selina was walking down the viale, trying to find the right place, the piece of paper one a hand and dragging around her small luggage that seemed to weigh a lot. Despite the long hours spent on planes and in trains and cabs, she looked flawless as always, her hair collected in an elegant chignon, the face concealed by the big dark sunglasses and by her hat, the black dress that hugged her athletic body and her high heels that now were killing her feet. The only problem was… the heat, again. The weather was beautiful here in Florence, blue sky, bright yellow sun but: What the hell is with this temperature? In Gotham it was snowing up until two weeks ago! She sighed, but proceeded down the viale. Finally she managed to find the address and found herself in front of the entrance of a luxurious hotel, hosted in a Renaissance – style palace. She took a deep breath to calm her beating heart and entered. The hotel was luxurious indeed. It was decorated with marble floor and antiques furniture and it was really outstanding.

She neared to the reception: "Good morning" - "Good morning miss. How can I help you?" – "I have… a reservation, I guess" and placed the piece of paper on the desk. The receptionist read it and then flashed Selina a bright smile: "Oh, you must be Mr. Thomson guest, I suppose. He told us that you would arrive" – "Mr. Thomson… well…I guess so" Selina was really confused, but not entirely surprised. It was Bruce who set up all this after all. Of course, he would have informed them about her arrive. The receptionist looked something into her register then said: "Miss Catherine Lowell right?" – "Yes, that's me" – "Very well. Andrea here will walk you to your room" and she pointed to a young and good-looking man who appeared suddenly behind the reception.

Selina smiled at him and thanked the receptionist. She then let the young man to carry her luggage for her: "Your room is the 304, third floor on the left; you can use this elevator." When they reached the room's door, he explained everything on the facilities, handed her the keys and her luggage and left. The inside of the room was more luxurious than the hall, if possible. And it was big, very big. And it was meant for two people. Mh, cute. Selina placed on a desk her hat, sunglasses and her purse, then kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the king sized bed, exhausted by the long trip. My God! Had I known how exhausting this trip was… but she was happy after all. Well, she hadn't found Bruce yet, but she suspected that she would hear from him soon. But now she needed to relax a bit. Lets' see how is that bathtub, shall we? She thought, rising from the bed.

The bathtub was a Jacuzzi and had every comfort needed. Selina remained in there for nearly half an hour, humming slightly the refrain of a song and enjoying the bath after so much fatigue. As she exited the bath, she wrapped herself in a towel, letting her long wet hair falling on her shoulders – despite the air conditioning, it was hot – and began to undo her suitcase, placing it on the bed. She was just opening it, when she noticed something that she didn't notice before: on one pillow there was an envelope. Selina stopped right there and stared at it.

Talking about hearing from him soon, she thought. She took the envelope, her hands shaking a bit. She sat on the bed and started reading. As if there was much to read. The paper – because inside the envelope Selina found just a small piece of paper – was written with Bruce's calligraphy and, much to her disappointment, it was short. It contained just another address, a cafè this time. Nothing else. You're playing with me, aren't you? A smirk was forming on her lips. Well, she could play too.

So, what do you think?