The Piece That Held On

by S4V4NTS

The wedding that we deserved, the one we never got. A story revolving around the boy who died in the alley that very night, the boy that never grew up. Told through the eyes of Selina Kyle, the only person that really knew the boy.

2. Chapter 2

Part 2 - Following the return of Bruce Wayne in his late teens

Bruce Wayne is back. Prodigal son of Gotham. Harbinger of light. Not that she cared. Well, a little. No better person to steal from, halloween gift, charitable donation for the poor, same thing.

The other children waiting outside Wayne Manor are waiting for Alfred and the fabled Wayne confectioneries. It marks the beginning of Halloween night as it's usually the first stop before the children head back downtown. She, on the other hand, was waiting for Wayne, the fabled Gotham money pocket.

The gates open and the children storm in, leaving her outside in the early winter snow. Wayne walks out after the commotion.

Feigning carelessness, she bumps into him. "Oh, sorry. Am I late?" "No, miss. Just in time to avoid the crowd." She smiles, wallet in hand. "Thank you, but it's Halloween and who are you supposed to be?"

This seems to elicit a smile from the solemn Wayne, "I'm Bruce Wayne."

She shrugs and says, "OK, catch you later." She turns to leave but he grabs her hand. "Hey, you can keep the wallet, but there's something inside I want back."

Startled, she tries to pull away but his grip is iron tight. Unfazed, she shrugs and asks, "So, stereotypical billionaire? Nice costume." "Not so bad yourself, cat burglar of the night." His focus splits, his grip loosens and it's all she needs to sweep his legs off the ground.

He hits the ground rolling to spread the impact but she is gone by then. A distant shadow in the hills.

Back in her house, she is greeted by the stray cats that have grown fond of her. They purr as she brushes past. Heading straight to the kitchen, she spills the contents out onto her table while pouring milk for the cats. If we were being technical, it was not really hers but it was unoccupied and she needed it more than the owner did.

Among the cash, cards and coins was a stupid necklace.

Polished and waxed, a worthless trinket attached to the silver chains gleamed in the dark. A trinket in the shape of a bat.

And with this, forgotten memories were pulled out of the depths of her mind. Forgotten emotions surged, and suddenly, she yearned for more.