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Chapter 2: The Kat's Kit

Selina hadn't felt this angry in a long time. She just wanted to put her cat claws on and wreck her sister's ugly mug. She couldn't believe the crap that was coming out of Petunia's mouth. She wanted Selina to pay for her son. She was trying to sell her, her son!

A son, who up until a few minutes ago she had believed to be long dead. She frowned as she remembered going back to Lily and James's house. She had seen the wreckage, and talked to some of the neighbors about the explosion that had occurred that had taken her sister and her husband's life. They said the entire family had died, no one said anything about any survivors. She remembered how much rage she felt then, how numb she felt, how much she hated herself for being stupid and not being able to come back sooner.

It was that night, she decided to give up Catwoman for good and go straight. Well, as straight as a former street rat could possibly go. She still used her nest egg and her skills to her advantage. But by all accounts, she was a respectable person in Gotham now. She had even been arm candy to one of Gotham's finest.

She rolled her eyes at the thought of Bruce Wayne, a pretty face but a bit dull at times. The dates at best were sporadic, but apparently there had been enough society columns posted on the internet to make her so-called half sister think she could mooch twenty million out of her.

Though, she would do anything to get her kit back.

Kit.

It had been a nickname she called the boy, even when he was growing in her womb. A secret name that she hadn't told anyone. Not even Lily. She had tried to down play her feelings for the child, when she had him.

She had just turned eighteen when he was born. Just meaning, that she shared the same birthday as her son. July 31st. She had been seventeen when she conceived him.

A stupid, extremely dumb seventeen-year-old who thought it was a good idea to fuck Batman of people while in mask.

God, what was she thinking?

She wasn't. You'd think an overgrown over prepared Bat would've used protection. But surprise, surprise, when Selina found herself puking up whatever she could get down her throat and took a pregnancy test.

She was just lucky that Lily had found her, and that both she and James were more than willing to want to adopt her baby.

Lily.

Her beautiful older sister, who had somehow manage to find her even though Selina had all been but homeless in those days.

It was because of magic, she knew that much. Or at least that's what Lily eventually explained to her.

Though, still meeting her sister for the first time had freaked her out.

"How did you get in here?" She remembered asking. Her current hangout was a recently foreclosed condo, furniture included. The place was fancy, high security everything. Well, high security if you didn't know how to scale building.

Selina frowned at the thought that in a few months she wouldn't be able to scale buildings anymore. She probably shouldn't even be scaling buildings now, she thought. It could be bad for the baby.

Baby.

She was only a teenager; she couldn't have a freaking kid. And at that she was a thief. Her so called baby's father had practically threw her off of him when they were done and told her to leave and not come back if she considered her freedom worth while.

"There are ways," The woman said sitting next to Selina on the couch. "It's okay, I'm not here to hurt you. You are Selina Kyle, correct?"

"What's it to you?" She asked as she glanced at the woman. She was a few years older than Selina with dark red hair and green eyes.

The woman frowned. "My father recently died. I believe he was your father too."

"My father?" She said. "I—"

Her mother had never really said anything about her father. Not that she ever had a conversation with real mother. She had run off leaving Selina with her stepfather very early in life. But she studied the girl. Her green eyes were the same shape as hers, the shape of her face and cheekbones were also identifiable. They could easily be sisters.

The woman, Lily, shook her head. "I've been looking for you for awhile. Well, since Daddy passed. He wanted me to find you."

That was a fabrication on the truth, she'd later find. Sure, Nigel Evans told Lily to find her. But it was only in fits of delirious guilt, near the end of his life that he admitted that he had a child out of wedlock.

"He wanted you to find me? Really, he was finally interested in finding his bastard?"

Lily frowned. "Don't call yourself that."

"But that's what I am, aren't I? Our dad was married to your mother, right? I can guarantee you he wasn't married to my birth mother. My stepfather made me well aware of that."

Lily ignored those remarks. "I know this is quite a shock, but I want to take care of you."

"Take care of me? I'm doing fine by myself." Selina lied.

Lily shook her head. "Selina, you're seventeen."

"Kat, I go by Kat." She snapped.

"Kat." Lily said. "I guess that makes sense, given your alter ego. Though, it's sort of a conspicuous nickname, don't you think?"

"You know?" Selina asked. She didn't want to go to prison. If anyone knew she was Catwoman, she would surely go to prison. She was just trying to eat though. Just trying to live a better life.

"Relax," Lily said knowing that she had freaked Selina out. "I'm not going to turn you in. My husband and I want to offer you a home, stability. You don't need to be living like this."

Normally, Selina would've smarted off at Lily, but she thought about that test she had taken a few hours earlier in the bathroom. The test with the little positive sign, she was pregnant. Her lifestyle one-way or the other was going to have to change. Even if she terminated, it would be different.

She still pressed though, "And how should I be living?"

"You come back to England with me," Lily said. "You meet my husband, we help you get back on your feet. Be your legal guardians so to speak."

"Legal guardians?"

"You're seventeen, Kat. You can't live alone. Not yet."

"Who says I'm living alone?"

Lily raised an eyebrow.

"I'm pregnant," Selina finally spit out looking at the ground. "So, I won't be alone in a few months."

Lily sighed as she looked at her. That should scare her off, Selina thought. After all, who wanted to be trapped with a pregnant teenager? Let alone, one who spent their nights stealing crap.

She didn't realize at this point that she was crying until she felt Lily's hand touch her shoulder. "It's going to be okay." Her sister said.

"No, no, it isn't." She said, "I—I can't do this."

She couldn't. She was barely living day to day, how could she possibly care for a baby?

However, her thoughts were broken when Lily said. "Don't worry about the baby."

"How can I NOT worry about the baby?" Selina said, "I have a living human being growing inside me."

"Yes," Lily said. "But you have plenty of time to decide what to do, James and I will support you no matter what you decide to do."

"James?"

"My husband. We want to help you, Selina. We will help you and your baby, no matter what you decide."

And she did.

Those few months that she had stayed with Lily and James were probably some of the best she had in her life. Lily didn't press her to talk; she could if she wanted too or not. And she didn't lecture her about her lifestyle. And above else, she didn't pressure Selina about anything. She just let Selina do whatever and waited for her to confide in her. And she finally did.

"I think I'm going to have it," She said.

It had been a few weeks since she had arrived at the Potters, although she had not been trying to think about her pregnancy the vomiting had gotten worse and her breasts were sorer than they'd ever been before and were enlarging.

The first physical symptom of many, she was sure.

Lily raised an eyebrow as she sat in the sofa in the little cottage that she shared with James. "Are you sure?"
Selina nodded. "Yeah, I just—I have been thrown out like trash all my life. It's not the kid's fault that it was created. I can't get rid of it, like I probably should. But, but I'm not ready to be a mother."

"I understand." Lily said.

"I'm only seventeen, I don't have my shit together."

"You seemed to be doing pretty well though, when I found you."

"I was surviving," Selina laughed. "And I was stealing, that's hardly doing alright. I can't raise this baby."

"You could raise it if you wanted to," Lily said. "But you're right it would be difficult."

"So that leaves me confused about what to do. I'm not fit to raise the kid, but I don't want to get rid of it."

"There is adoption," Lily pointed out.

"Yeah, but—" Selina said. "I was adopted. Kind of. Sort of. I lived with my stepfather and stepmother. And I hated it, I always wanted to know who my parents were to ask them things and I couldn't. My stepparents just told me they didn't want me. That I was just a burden, and trash like my mother. And I don't want to do that to the kid."

"What if I adopt the baby?" Lily asked.

"Lily, come on. You and James have been nice enough, but I don't want you to be responsible for my fuck ups. This being a literal fuck up."

"I can't have kids." Lily said in a soft voice.

"What?" Selina said caught off guard.

"I told you about how there's this war going on in the wizarding world, right?"

"You said you weren't involved." Selina said, "That it was safe here."

"It is," Lily said. "And I'm not involved now. But there was an altercation awhile back. I was hit with a curse and it rendered me infertile. James and I always wanted to have kids, but it just—it's just not possible. We would really love to have a baby though. And if you'd be willing to give us this gift, we would love your baby."

Selina looked at her, "You would be willing to adopt my baby?"

"Yes, Selina." Lily said. "I would if that's what you want."

"I think—could I be a part of it's life?"

"I would love that." Lily said.

It had given her some reassurance after Lily and James agreed to adopt her baby, where she could actually sort of enjoy the pregnancy in a weird way. Not having to worry about how she'd be able to feed and clothe the kid made her relax. She knew it would have a perfect life with perfect parents.

What she didn't expect though was the connection that she would begin to feel with her kit. It happened slowly. She didn't feel anything the first time when she had a doctor's appointment when she got that first ultrasound. Grant it, then she didn't know what she was going to do. You would've thought that after coming to the resolution that Lily and James were going to be the baby's parents, not hers, she would've cut any attachment that was to form between her and the baby. And for a while it seemed that way. The pregnancy seemed like an inconvenience affecting her mood, making her boobs hurt, and later affecting the size of the rest of her body. Whoever said that weight gain in pregnancy was only confided to the stomach was lying. She felt herself exploding all over. There was no way in hell she would be getting back in a cat suit anytime soon.

But oddly enough, she wasn't wallowing over the fact she could no longer wear her black leather garb much when she felt it. The first kick. It came so suddenly, and no one had been at home. It was just Selina and the baby had been telling her hello, and she couldn't help but feel some connection to the thing. It was the first time she called the baby, kit. At least in her head, it had never been a name she shared with anyone. Not even Lily. She wanted Lily to think that she had no connection to this child at all, so that she wouldn't question Selina about the adoption.

Still though, Selina told herself she was willing to let go. Even though she admitted as the pregnancy advance, as the ultrasounds started to show the baby looking more like a baby and her due date approached, she couldn't help but start feeling more of a connection to the baby.

To her kit.

She was pretty good about acting flippant. About complaining about shallow things about how much her ankles swelled. She saw Lily occasionally seek an eye roll with James, but oddly enough her sister smiled too.

"You know," Lily told her later on. "You don't have to try to hide it."

"Hide what?" Selina said trying to act oblivious.

"I know you care about the baby," Lily said. "I saw the way you reacted today when you found out you were having a boy."

"It's not my baby," Selina said. "We have talked about that. You and James are the kid's parents. I'm just more or less its incubator, who has to deal with all the nasty side effects. Like the fact I can't even walk properly these days. I waddle."

"Selina!"

"Well, it's true." She said, "I was just the dumb kid who got knocked up, you're more this kid's mother than I'll ever be."

"You know, I told you that you could be a part of the baby's life." She said, "In fact, that's what James and I want."

Selina shook he head. "That's what you say now. However, it will change. Trust me. I've been with enough families to know that intruders aren't welcomed."

"You're hardly an intruder," Lily said. "You are my sister."

"Half-sister." She corrected.

"You know that doesn't matter." Lily said, "And I know that you care about the baby, no matter how many times you gripe about the current size of your thighs."

" But they're huge."

But Lily was right, she did care. More than she even realized, it was almost ironic. She had been so embarrassed when she first realized she was pregnant. She had always been careful, damn it. Yet, the one time she decided to be reckless it was the one time she ended up pregnant. And she didn't even know who the father was.

Okay, some guy in a bat suit. Some guy who made it explicitly clear that he wanted nothing to do with her soon after the deed was over. Not that there had ever been a great confrontation, about their indiscretion. They had pretty much avoided the subject; the fact that they had even gotten together was a bit a mystery to her. He had saved her from a near deadly altercation with one of Gotham's crazies and she retuned the favor and—well, at the time it felt like the thing to do.

Of course, afterwards, both of them wanted to act like the thing had never happened. Maybe that's why they kept the masks on, she thought, with bitter irony.

However, as much as they'd both like to act like that little rendezvous had never happened, Harry was proof that the tryst did happen. Selina could still remember the first time she held the boy. She really hadn't been expecting to hold him. All through the difficult labor, she kept telling herself she was having Lily and James's baby. She was trying to tell herself that after this was all over, she could forget everything too.

But she knew she was lying to herself especially when they put Harry in her arms and she saw those eyes of his. Her eyes.

He looked a lot like her, at least as much as she could tell. Babies, were, well, babies. But she could see some things. He had her green eyes and dark hair. Of course, maybe Bats had green eyes and dark hair too behind the cowl. She didn't know. Much like he didn't know how she looked. The child was the only clue she'd had to how he looked like she thought as she noticed the boy's unfamiliar nose and scowl on his face. Okay, she knew where he got that scowl.

While she was looking at those features she found herself falling more and more attached to the boy and it scared her.

Maybe it was that day, she decided that at some point she was going to leave. It was hard for her to though, and she stayed for awhile. At least long enough, where she could provide the boy with milk for a few months, get her self back in shape, and at least try whatever it was Lily wanted her to do. Eventually though, it got to be too much. She couldn't do it, as much as Lily wanted her to be a part of her son's life it was more and more difficult for Selina to be there, knowing that she couldn't provide for him the way she wanted too. That she couldn't be his mother, and one day she just left.

It was stupid, she realized now. God, did she regret her decision. But she couldn't bear looking at her child—no Lily's child. She couldn't look at Harry when she knew he wasn't hers. She couldn't keep mooching off of Lily and James's either. Selina felt useless. They told her they'd support her as long as need be, help her get an equivalency degree or something so she could continue on to school if she wanted too.

But going to school was the last thing Selina wanted at that part of her life. She wanted her old life. To be scaling buildings, having fun, being independent.

She was such a stupid kid. In hindsight, she regretted returning to a life as Catwoman even as brief as it had been. She had a way out, and she should've taken it. She could've been with her son longer. His life had been so short; she should've relished that time. It was always her deepest regret, at least until now. Harry wasn't dead.

That was something she was still trying to rationalize. Even when Petunia said that he survived, when she showed Selina her son's photo, she still didn't know how to believe it. She still remembered returning to Lily and James's house and finding it in shambles.

She had to actually sneak to where the house once stood. And then when she heard that they had been dead for the better part of two years, she found herself breaking down.

Two years.

Two years, her son had been dead and she hadn't even known. Instead, she had been stupid. She took any sort of job she could get; it didn't care what they wanted or what they were operating. She didn't care if what she took hurt people; she just took the money and kept on living. Until that one last job, where they wanted her to take that jewelry as a distraction so they could take that kid. She didn't know what their plans were. When she realized what they wanted to do, well, she stopped helping them. Sabotaged them, left those two for Bats. And then, she left Gotham. She realized she needed to go home to her own kid. However, she was too late.

Way too late.

She had been told it had been a gas explosion. That before the house blew up everyone probably had died from carbon monoxide poisoning. Apparently, if what Lily's letter said was true she was told wrong—it was merely the mundane version of what happened.

Selina shook her head as she thought of the photo that Petunia had briefly shown her. Although, she had only saw the hastily taken photo for a few seconds, she was able to take in details. The boy's eyes were still very much her own, though he wore glasses. Unless Batman wore contacts that she was unaware of, she had no idea where he inherited that trait. His hair was dark, much like hers. However, there were other features that had come into prominence since Harry had been an infant. His face had an oval like shape to it. In addition to her eyes, his face was framed with her high cheekbones with what she was sure would develop into a strong jaw. Harry's nose was not pert like hers. Instead, it was the sort of nose you'd usually see on aristocrats. However, as much as she tried to focus her attention on his features, Selina couldn't help but notice how small the boy was and how pale he was.

She wanted to rip Petunia in shreds, since she had a feeling she was part of the reason why her kit looked so small. And she really wanted to destroy her sister now, after Petunia had made her threats about what she'd do with Harry should Selina not pay up.

Oh, she'd pay up all right. Selina frowned she had safely liquidated most of the assets she had taken during her past, if anyone were to look at her funds now they'd seem all perfectly legal.

Or at least the funds that were in her own name, she still had a few accounts in Catwoman's black accounts. Money she hadn't touched. Money that she refused to touch, because if it was traced—well, she had suspicions that it would cause adverse effects to happen to her.

However, she couldn't care less if those adverse affects happened to her sister and husband.

She knew she should've cared. Lily had told her a bit about her sister. Always tried to defend Petunia, when she mentioned that they were estranged.

"It's okay, I get why she is the way she is. Magic just confuses her. I think she always thought that having magic would—well, made me Mum and Daddy's favorite."

"That sounds—" Selina didn't know what word she wanted to use.

"Don't say it," Lily said. "I know it seems silly, but you weren't around when we were growing up. Daddy was so enchanted with magic, I can see why Petunia—why she might've gotten it in her head that they didn't love her as much as they loved me. I can understand why she takes things out on me."

"She hung up on you and called you a freak." Selina snapped. "I could hear it from the other end of the phone, and you weren't even on speaker. "

"She was just hormonal." Lily said. "She's pregnant right now too.

Selina rolled her eyes. "Don't mention hormonal to the pregnant girl, Lily, craving Cheetos is hormonal. Calling someone a freak and hanging up, that's just irrational."

"Like I said it's a long and complicated history, even when she's not pregnant." Lily said, "There's years of resentment there. I don't know—how I'm even going to explain—"

"Me?" Selina said. "You haven't told her about me, have you?"

Lily shook her head. "No. Petunia always had this idealistic view of Mum and Daddy's relationship. I know that it a little shock for me to find out about you, but at the same time I wasn't that surprise. I knew that both my parents had problems It would be hard for her to know about you."

"Yes, finding out that she has a bastard sister would probably give a coronary." Now that was the hormones.

"No," Lily said unconvincingly.

Selina gave her signature feline grin. "Yeah, sure."

"I'll explain things when the time is right to Petunia. I'm sure after she has the baby, things will calm down a bit."

Needless to say, Selina never actually met Petunia until today. There had been a few attempted phone calls after the Dudley was born, but Petunia had always hung up. Personally, Selina didn't know why Lily kept trying. Then again, Lily had more kindness in her than Selina could ever hope for.

Selina had never been able to see the good in people, not like Lily. And she hadn't been one to give second chances either. Especially when her kid's life was on the line.

Dump him in the Narrows. Send him to Arkham.

Yeah, that was not going to happen. She frowned as she thought about the account she wished to do the transfer from. Yes, that would do nicely. One way or the other, Petunia would regret the day she crossed Selina.

The hotel that the Dursleys were staying at was one of the fanciest in Gotham, big balls and galas were held there each year. A lot of her clients at the gallery were regular guests and visitors. It was also a place where she had stolen lots of socialites' jewels once upon a time. More recently, it was the same place where she had met her on and off boyfriend, Bruce Wayne.

Selina rolled her eyes as she thought about the boring if handsome playboy. He was sporadic at best. She knew he had probably only saw her as another notch on her bedpost and at the time she was okay with it, she had been looking for some fun and he had been a decent date for the most part and was more than interested in donating to the charity causes that she helped from time to time. But now the relationship seemed more of an inconvenience to her, since it was her one or two social appearances with Bruce Wayne that convinced Petunia she had easy access to twenty million.

Truth be known, a lot of her funds were currently tied up in the gallery or were invested in stocks and bonds. And she had actually given away some money to charity too. Yes, she had become charitable. Well, most of her donations had been out of guilt after she thought she lost Harry. Like throwing money at the Save the Children's fund would make up for what she did. She also had a nest egg to live comfortably enough, but it wasn't like twenty million dollars worth. She had learned a long time ago, that to stay under the radar she had to live relatively within her means. Moving large sums of money was a risk she hadn't taken in awhile. Though this transfer wasn't going in her account, so it wasn't like she'd have to deal with the consequences.

She frowned as she waited for Petunia to come down the stairs to meet her. She had texted her, when she had left earlier and told her to be down the stairs with Harry.

Selina was anxious beyond belief to see the boy. She didn't know what exactly to say. Would he hate her for abandoning her?

Selina remembered the resentment that she had felt as a kid when she realized that Maria had left her for good. And then when her stepfather remarried... God knows, how angry her son would be.

"So, you have the money?" Petunia's shrill voice broke Selina's thoughts.

"I am ready to make the transfer, I want my son now."

"Money first."

"Don't be ridiculous," Selina said. "I'm here, aren't I? It's not like I have twenty million in cash either. That would be way too suspicious. And it's Gotham, as you pointed out to me earlier; it's a very dangerous city. Someone would just take the money right out of your hands. I just need the account info and the transfer will be good as done."

"That's actually better," Petunia said. "Maybe your whore of a mother was pragmatic. You certainly didn't get that from Daddy's side of the family."
Selina ignored the barb. It really didn't really hurt; she only had vague recollections of her real mother. The most significant being Maria abandoning her.

"You're getting off track, I want to actually see my son. All I know, you could've just taken a random picture of a random kid."

"A random kid who has your freak eyes? Really?"

Selina glared at her.

"I'm having Vernon bring him downstairs." The horse-faced blonde sighed. "We're leaving town tonight, after the transfer goes through. We want to start things afresh. Of course, if the transfer is not a success, we'll just drop him off at Arkham on the way out. God knows, he is freaky enough to get in there."

Selina took a deep breath, reminding herself that she was out of costume and as much as she'd like to use her whip on Petunia, it still wouldn't give her what she wanted—her son.

"There's the elevator now," Petunia said. "You'll see them when they come out, I'm sure."

Sure enough, a fat man and blonde boy, and a very small dark-headed boy appeared out of the elevator. Selina looked at her son, realizing that he was smaller than he was in the picture. Or maybe it was the clothes, they were just so baggy. He definitely didn't look twelve.

"He's so small." Selina said.

"Must get that from his father," She shrugged. "Now, can you transfer the money? I really don't want to have to go to that asylum."

Selina nodded as she started plugging in the account number that Petunia gave her into her phone. "Does he know?"

"About you? No. He doesn't know the truth about his maternity or paternity. I don't talk to the boy if I don't have to. I'll let you do that—"

She was cut off guard as she felt something vibrate—her phone. She looked down and smiled. "Good, good. The transfer is complete. The boy is all yours."

She then motioned to the fat dark-headed man who mouthed something to the blond headed boy and grabbed Harry by the arm and started to drag him towards Selina.

Selina winced as she looked at her son's expression. There was something wrong, Harry looked like he was in pain, but at the same time he didn't seem to argue with Vernon.

"Ready, Pet?"

Petunia nodded as she got up and turned to Harry, "You're staying here, boy. This woman will be taking care of you now."

Looking at Selina she said, "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Kyle."

Seconds later she and her fat husband were gone. Selina hadn't paid any attention to it, since she was focused on her son who seemed to be staring in place.

"Who are you?" The boy finally asked.

It was the first time she had ever heard him speak. His voice was soft, barely audible. But then again, it wasn't like she expected him to sound like his father.

Selina sighed. "I'm a relative of yours, I'll be taking care of you now."

"A relative."

"Yes," Selina said. "I'm Lily's sister."

"So, you're my aunt then?"

"Yes, I'm your aunt."

She'd go with it for now.

Chapter 3 Preview: Harry meets his "aunt"