A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote a while ago. Selina's imaginary letter to Bruce after he "dies" at the end of the RIP story arc. Just some angsty lovin'. Anyways, R&R if you want. ;)

PS: I'm not sure if the "three and a half months" part is accurate, but whatever. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own any DC characters like Batman or Catwoman, etc. Or anything else like that. This is purely for non-profit entertainment. :)

The Letter

So, you're gone for good. At least, that's what people around here have been saying. Me, I'm not so sure. But either way, I am not prepared for it. I didn't think that I'd ever have to say this, and truly mean it, yet it's true. I needed you, Bruce. And I still need you.

But you're gone now, and I have to believe in myself. True, I've looked after myself for all these years and have done okay so far – you should know firsthand, huh? Except now...

After all those years that we spent just dancing around each other like moonstuck fools, I finally realized something.

All this time, I've been trying to gain your approval, Bruce. And even now, when you're gone, I'm still doing that. And I'll have you know, this stupid obsession of mine almost got me killed.

The streets are a freakin' mess without you. Don't get me wrong, Dick is doing what he can, but with all the crazies running around impersonating you, it's been a hell of a job. I'm trying to help as much as possible, but ever since Elliot...

Ivy's afraid that I'm... different. Because of the surgery and all. What if I am? What if I really have changed? Bruce, I'm frightened. And I mean it, I do need you. More than ever.

Find your way back to me, Bruce. Please, you have to find your way back, because...

Because there's something I left out. But you have to know. Even though you're not here, I still want you to know. I want you to know what you left in your wake.

I'm pregnant.

If you were here now, you'd probably overreact, but I don't want you to. And I don't want you to blame yourself. I'm as much to blame as you are. Not that I'm complaining. I'm actually fond of babies.

But Bruce, you have to come back to me. I mean, I know I can take proper care of this baby, and I will, no matter what. If, though, I have... changed somehow, I'm scared of what could happen. If the child got hurt? What happened with Helena... That cannot happen to this baby. I can't go through that again. Not again.

If things get bad, though, I don't doubt that Alfred and Dick and even Tim would be more than willing to pitch in, but this baby will need a father. Our baby will need you, Bruce, sooner or later. And if I end up failing somehow... You have to come back to us.

In case you're wondering, I'm three and a half months along now. But I'm sure you remember.