Title: An Old Friend

Description: After taking on his new prototype vigilante persona, Bruce finds himself taking up a drug trafficking case in the Narrows that has been gaining a lot of attention from the G.C.P.D. His investigation leads him into an empty warehouse where he finds not only clues, but an old friend. [After Season 3 Finale]

He expected better of Selina.

It was true—she never did anything for the benefit of others. She was always in it for herself. So it shouldn't had been a surprise when his investigation of a drug trafficking case leads him to her. He was only watching the deal take place in the shadows. He couldn't interfere yet.

There were two figures he could make out from the dim light of the moon. One was a coarse, bearded man. His hair was unkempt, and his voice was hoarse. He seemed like he was in the business for a long time. Though Bruce was only making an assumption.

The person next to him was a woman. He could tell by her slender figure. But he knew it was Selina. First, unlike Bruce, Selina didn't have a voice changer. Lastly, she was wearing a black leather jumpsuit, (Selina always had a penchant for wearing too much leather as Alfred would say.) and a mask which went around her eyes, with the corner of the mask pointing upward to make it look like cat eyes. Her hair was straight this time around.

"Listen, I don't have time to play twenty questions with you. I sold the drugs like you wanted, now pay up." Selina said.

The man grabbed her by the neck. "How do I know you're not just some lyin' bitch who's scammin' me for the money, huh? How do I know if I could trust you?"

Selina gasped for air but managed to say, "How do I know if you're not just some freak who escaped Arkham?"

The man growled and tightened his fist. He lifted up his clenched fist, and was about to slam it into Selina's face until Bruce took out one of his prototype throwing knives and threw it at the man's fist. It landed with exact precision. He'll have to thank Lucius once he gets back.

Selina took advantage of the man's distraction, and broke out of his grasp. She kicked his ribs, and punched his face. Bruce came out of the shadows and interlocked his hands together. He slammed his fist on the back of the man's neck. He dropped to the ground in pain.

Bruce turned his attention to Selina. She furrowed her eyebrows together. She was probably thinking who he was and why he interfered in her business.

"Who the hell are you?" Selina got back into her defensive stance.

"It's not important." Bruce said. (His voice was deep because of the voice changer device Lucius made for him.)

Selina swung her fist at Bruce. He stepped back. She kicked him, and he grabbed it then pushed it away. He couldn't fight her.

"I'm not here to fight you, Selina." Bruce walked towards a desk which had files and paper scattered all over it. Those papers could be a clue to who started this whole drug mess.

He heard high heel footsteps behind him. "Oh I get it now," Selina began. "You're that guy who has been beating up thugs in the Narrow."

Bruce didn't reply, and instead tossed all the files on the desk into his duffle bag. He slung it around his shoulder. He turned to face her. "Stay out of this, Selina. You're going to hurt yourself if you dig yourself deeper into this hole—"

Selina raised her voice. "—Who gives you the right to tell me what to do? And how do you know who I am?"

Bruce inched his hand into his trench coat pocket with Selina noticing. He dropped a sphere shaped clunk of metal onto the floor. Smoking began emitting out of it. Selina broke into a coughing fit, and Bruce ran out of the building. Selina noticed him escaping, and began to follow.

Once Bruce made it outside, he climbed up a ladder to the top of a building. Selina didn't notice him so he should be in the clear. He watched her scramble into an alleyway, looking everywhere for him. She eventually gave up and slipped into the shadows.

Why was she doing this? She was able to survive perfectly without the need of becoming a full-fledged criminal. Why did she want more?

"Bruce?" Static followed after his blutooth signal came in. It was Lucius trying to get in touch. Bruce removed his mask, and clicked a button on his headset.

"Yes?" He asked.

"What took you so long in that abandoned building? Did you find any clues or files?"

"Yes, I did. I had to take down a thug before I was able to get the files."

"A thug?" Lucius sighed. "Did you get hurt?"

"No…" He paused. "An old friend helped me out."