Catwoman's POV

My mind became clear again and my eyes fluttered open. The night was pitch black with no snow falling from the unexposed clouds.

I sat up dazed. My stab mark was now covered in a clear patch, which soothed the sharp pain I had hours ago. I was under a hut made from aluminum siding; it was held together by two-by-fours and lose steel bolts. Still, the fire bin warmed my cheeks. Some thug did a pretty good job.

I glared over to the edge of the building's roof. Bruce sat there huddled in his cape, staring down into the streets.

"Bruce?" I asked leaning forward, gaining a look at his meagre expression. One he always sported.

He looked back to see me. "Good, you're up."

And without a word, he leapt from his kneeling position off the roof. He spread his cape and dove down twenty stories; gone. Nothing but a cool wave of air from his dive was left.

Actually, I was going to say thank you. Not like me I know, but none the less he didn't have to do that.

I got to my feet and glared to the shadowy alley way where that thug, or assassin, was. His boy was gone from his slumped position where I saw him last. He was too good to just stay there when he gets hurt.

Was I underestimating him again? I had to find out more on this guy and that plate. It looked confiscated by its material. With silver like that, he'd be able to buy his way out of here. For once, I had no clue who this guy is.

Let's see, who would know more about this guy:

Harley? Nah, she busy with that grieving stuff.

Freeze? Nope, he's with his ice princess. Plus, itdidn't go well when I talked to him last time.

Ivy? She's pissed anyway.

Zsasz? Psycho.

Hatter? Another Psycho.

Wait! Maybe the Dark Knight would know? Perfect, only now I have to track him down.

I flipped the last goon over my shoulder, silencing his flailing arms and screams for mercy. Even after days of interrogating thugs, I still was stumped on who that man was. He wasn't a thug that's for sure; he was a hired assassin of some sort. He was obviously too smart to get in line with Penguin, Two-Face or Quinn.

I stepped over the goon's body and peered over the museum's balcony. Wonder Tower still flared orange flames and grey smoke. Gotham City Fire was still trying to end the tower's blaze.

The museum's skylight was also on fire. Charred coals fell from it now and then, onto the un-expecting goons below; a hilarious sight.

Then I heard it, the possible answer to all my questions;

"Look out, it's the Bat!"

I leaped off the railing and swung to the mysterious sound. The goon must be blocks away, but this was my only time to get some one on one time with Bruce without him leaving after minimal words.

I pounced off the building corner to get a full view of the fight; Batman was hammering down another thug's face onto the concrete.

I summersaulted in mid-air and landed softly on the ground. I looked up and saw a thug creeping up behind Bruce. He held a bat in his hands, ready to strike the Dark Knight in the skull. Bruce was too busy beating down an armoured thug to notice.

My one thought at the moment was to throw a set of bolas at the follower- so I did. The bat fell from his hands and his body crashed on top of a sewer grate.

Batman finished his beat down on his thug, than turned his attention to me. For a second, he seemed happy to see and- I oddly felt that way too.

However that scene ended when a sniper appeared down the street. He rested the gun on his shoulder and shot a thick bullet spinning through the air.

"Batman!" I screamed, hurtling myself to his body. I pushed his body over to the curb, allowing my body to get the full force of the bullet.

This sacrifice was unbelievable; months ago I would never have taken a bullet for Bruce.

Bruce wouldn't have it though; he gripped my hand and forcefully pulled me down to his chest, saving me from a fatal death. I fell with a thud onto Bruce`s warm chest.

The wisp of air from the bullet made a sharp ear piercing ring. The sniper reloaded while Bruce sat up and shot one of his gadgets at him. In seconds, the sniper fell silently onto the sticky asphalt.

Bruce shook me to get up. I had not realized I was still clutching his arms, probably puncturing his gloves in the process.

"Oh sorry, Bruce." I apologised, releasing my grip on the man. He seemed to be straddling his grappling gun, ready for a quick escape; this would not happen.

I pulled Bruce closer once more, into a fire escape exit. The metal rails echoing as the top of his mask scraped them.

"First of all, thanks. Second, who was that thug who you took care of days ago?" I asked, wanting some answers. I had never been so keen on getting to the point. It was always a push and pull theme between Bruce and I.

"His name is Floyd Lawton, or Deadshot. He was hired by Strange to assassinate the political prisoners in the city," Batman explained.

I listened intensively to his words; I had finally got my minute with Bruce and I would not let it go to waste.

"He is one of the world's greatest assassins. I had locked him up days ago in a confined train car. G.C.P.D. was supposed to take him from there, but he must have escaped earlier," Bruce continued, "You were a fool to go up against him, Selina."

"I had my reasons, Batman. Another question, why did you save me? I am one of the only criminals here that you haven't incarcerated." I asked on an impulse.

What am I thinking? Like Bruce would ever give me a straight answer.

"Selina, there are a lot of criminals in this city, some who are meant for death and some deserve to just suffer. You, however, I have not given up on." Bruce said, breaking my assumption. I was at a loss for words. For once, the man under the cowl reminded me why I had a thing for him; he never gave up on people- or me.

Suddenly, another impulse decision rang over me. I pushed Bruce gently against the brick wall, covering the two of us in a dark shadow. I spread my hands across his cheeks, and leaned in to tough his lips with mine.

The passion experienced was amazing; his soft lips against mine seemed- right.

Soon, I felt his arms wrap around my waist and return the kiss.

Who knew Arkham City was the most romantic place on the planet?