Okay, news alert. It turns out that Silver St. Cloud's character description mentions her being evil! Totally, best news I've heard all day, so now BatCat can survive for season three! Thank you, SwiftBolt99!
Bruce was sitting in front of his mirror in his sleeping quarters, staring into his reflection. Last night seemed like a dream, and he asked himself if Selina was real. How could she be? Was she some figment of his imagination?
He saw Silver walk in behind him, with a small leather box in her hands. Bruce kept looking in the mirror as he walked up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders.
"What's in the box?" he asked.
Silver grinned. "A gift." She brought her hands in front of him and opened the box, revealing a huge blue diamond the size of an orange. "It's called the Liver of the Ocean. Fish Mooney herself wore this diamond."
Bruce sighed. "I'm a guy. What am I supposed to do with a diamond?"
"I don't know. You can sell it for like a billion dollars or something; it's the thought that counts, Bruce."
Silver crept up to Bruce's side and knelt next to him. "There's nothing in the world I couldn't give you."
Bruce nodded. "I know."
After, Bruce made his way up to the deck. He knew he would find Selina there. She was sitting in a lounge chair, drawing something in a sketch pad. She saw him too, and stood up, putting her sketch pad under her arm and walking towards him, smiling.
"Hey, kid." she said, walking along the edge of the deck. Bruce walked with her.
"You must be wondering who I am."
"No," Selina sighed. "I'm wondering what must have happened to this young boy to make him think he had no way out."
Bruce didn't say anything.
"My mom's in show business." Selina turned to Bruce and smiled, making him laugh. "She gets paid, like, millions. But really, it's just a cover. Really, she's a secret agent for the government. She's on a secret mission." Selina got lost in her words, and had to snap out of her daze. "But, when she's done, she's coming back to get me."
Bruce sighed and threw up his hands. "I just... feel trapped. Like I'm in the center of a crowded room and if I screamed, no one would even look up. And there's this whole arranged marriage..."
"Do you love her?" Selina asked, throwing Bruce aback. He froze in his steps.
"What?"
Selina shook her head. "Do you love her? It's a yes or no question."
Bruce narrowed his eyes and his jaw dropped. "That's... that's crude and offensive."
"It's a simple question."
"You know what? I came up here to say thank you, and now I've done it, good day." Bruce started off, but then he turned on his heels to look back at Selina. "Actually, no. This is my part of the ship, and I don't have to leave. You leave!"
Selina laughed, admiring his guts. "Oh, really?"
Bruce threw up his arms at her. He couldn't believe her. His eyes went to the sketch pad under her arms and he grabbed it, looking through the pages. "What is this stupid thing you're always carrying?"
Selina didn't answer, and Bruce looked through the pages. She had drawn on them. It started off as simple sketches of circles and waves, but it soon turned into more sophisticated objects, and soon people. Selina had captured every single shade, as if they could jump off the page.
"This is actually good. It's very good actually." Bruce sat down to look through more of the sketches, and Selina sat down beside him. There were buildings and people, sometimes sitting in bars or lying on park benches. Selina had drawn everything. Then, after a while, they turned into people, more specifically, young men.
"These are very nice." Bruce said, lost in the pages.
Selina cocked her head up, proud. "Yeah, well in Gotham, there are a lot of guys willing to pose for you."
There was a foot under a blanket in one of the drawings, and there was a scar on it. The detail gave it away.
"You loved this man." Bruce gasped.
Selina looked down at the ground, then back at Bruce. "No, no, he was a one legged hooker."
"Oh?" Bruce laughed.
Selina nodded. "He had beautiful feet, though."
"I will see you for dinner, Miss Kyle."
