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The Bat Glare is a very potent weapon.

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DC – Gothic - Gotham Nights 2

Batman drove the Batmobile into its parking place in the middle of the Batcave and waited as the car rotated so that it was pointed back at the entrance to the cavern. This meant that went in was time for him to leave that he would be able to speed off into the night without having to worry about making a U-turn.

The hood of the Dark Knight's vehicle rolled back and Batman pulled himself out of the driver's seat with a grunt of pain. It had been another busy night and yet again Mr. Wayne had paid for his successes.

"Good evening, Master Bruce. I've taken the initiative to prepare you a small snack to hold you over while I bandage your wounds".

Batman was good at hiding his discomfort but there was one person he could never fool, which was why the Dark Knight was so glad the butler was on his side.

"And were you successful tonight, Sir?" Alfred Pennyworth asked of his employer.

Batman turned to see the elderly Englishmen standing stock still in his always spotless butler's outside. In his hand's he held a tray of sandwiches and a pot of coffee. He also had a towel slung over his arm, and a first aid kit hanging off his shoulder. The servant always seemed to be where he was needed and Bruce knew that he'd never learn how the old man managed that trick.

Bruce pulled his cowl off his face before accepting the towel from Alfred, he then went to the Bat Computer so that he could update the Joker's file.
The son of Thomas Wayne sighed as he gently set himself down in the chair before finally answering Alfred's question.

"After I found him in the old asylum, just like Gothic said he would. He wasn't pleased to see me and he did some damage before I took him down. Thankfully the Joker is now back in Arkham, were he belongs".

What Batman didn't say was that he had found evidence that the Joker had been planning to kidnap someone and to subject them to horrific torturers. If that had indeed been the event Gothic had mentioned they he may have just saved Tim from becoming a killer.

Alfred started to assist Bruce in removing the outer layers of his armour. Bruce then moved forward in his seat so that Alfred could attend to his most recent wound. They had done this a thousand times Batman worked on the computer while Alfred worked on bandaging Batman.

The large screen of the Bat Computer showed the face of The Joker. A video of him took up exactly half the screen, while the other half held details about the Clown Prince of Crime's plans and other past actions. Every engagement with the Joker was logged as was this new one just in case the details of this latest encounter were important later.

This was how it was. Every night it was the same. Batman left the Batcave. Batman chased villain. Batman catches villain. Batman returns to the Batcave, and was bandaged up by Alfred. It seemed as this could go forever although both of the knew it wouldn't.


I was hanging in the Bat Cave, well not hanging like a Bat but I was where I needed to be in order to watch Bruce Wayne working on his Bat Computer as the ever faithful Alfred fixed up his wounds.

Before my eyes data flashed by, information on the Dark Knight's biggest foe alongside video footage of past engagements between Batman and the Joker filled the screen.

I'd had my own experience the laughing man, and all in all it really hadn't been that bad, as it had gotten me laid for the first time in a while. Which I had to admit had somewhat coloured my own view of the crook, very much so when it came to his sidekick but seeing this information had brought it all back. Not just my real life memories but everything I'd seen on the TV screen or on the pages of a comic book.

However even with all I knew I was still shocked to see the full list of Joker's sins. The clown prince of crime was far worse than the cartoons in reality than the fiction had ever showed. The word psychopath failed to fully describe the Joker. I had a few choice words for him, but I wouldn't waste them on deaf ears.

I could only shake my head in disgust at the messed up justice system of this world. How the Joker could be allowed to live was beyond me, the guy should have been executed along time ago. Either officially or by a cop and his gun.

Deep down, I had to admit that part of me blamed Batman for all of those deaths. Again and again the Dark Knight had beaten that monster, captured him, and then sent him off to jail for life. Only it never worked because the super villain would just break out, and the Caped Crusader would capture him once more.

It was like a game, a deadly two player game that got people killed.

Didn't Gotham have the death penalty? A closer showed me that they did but that the Joker had been ruled as insane and therefore couldn't be given the chair. Funny how that worked

On the other hand I admired the man and I knew it wasn't right to blame him. He was Batman he had his honour and a code he always stuck to, that was made him a hero, but I also felt that certain people simply couldn't be redeemed. In those cases something more permanent had to be done, and perhaps I was the one to do it. Bruce surly wasn't.

I shook my head and got back to focusing on what was going to happen to night. My new outfit was ready, Mr Wayne had assisted on me going out as something that didn't quite so resemble the Punisher. Not that he knew who that was but I could see why he wouldn't someone who was know to be a gun using madmen. There were enough of them in Gotham as it was.

For now I just needed to practice. This involved throwing batarangs, or whatever they were called, at targets. The point was to disarm the plywood people, but I was having a hard time just taking out their weapons rather than their actual arms.

My training under Robin had been more about close combat. At range I tended to shoot or I threw my dagger. I'd never actually killed anyone that way.. well no one human and this rate I never would because I just couldn't seem to pick up this skill.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I always seemed to pick up these sort of abilities while doing what I called 'on the the job training'. Maybe I had some sort of power that allowed to mimic the talents of others if I saw them in use or at least if they were used against me.

That would explain why I had gotten more physically power when facing the bird men. They were stronger and tougher than humans so I had become stronger or tougher, enough so that I could use their weapons. In fact I was still a lot mightier than I use to be. Not so much that I had to worry about accidentally hurting people but I had crushed a few things.

The only hole in that theory was that I couldn't fly. Which admittedly wasn't a big hole because I didn't have wings, and they were kind of important when it came to flying. Well most of the time, there were some exceptions of course but that mostly involved being alien or having some sort of funky technology to help.

"Master Bruce has retired, but he will no doubt be up in a few hours to help with your training".

Jeez, didn't the guy ever get a solid eight hours of sleep? It was already four in the morning and my training was due to start at seven. Then in the afternoon as Bruce Wayne he would be flying to California for a business conference. I couldn't imagine how he could function living a life like this.

In comparison my day would be rather easy. The morning was for training, then and I'd have lunch. After that Robin was suppose to met me here in the afternoon before we went out on patrol. Which would be tonight, and tomorrow night as well. Perhaps even longer if Batman got tied up with any League business as while he was a part timer the founding of JLU was taking up a lot of the Dark Knight's time.

"Suppose I'll hit the hay myself" I told the butler.

"Before that you should know that a package arrived for you" informed Alfred "it was addressed to you personally and was posted to this address".

So that meant it had been sent by someone who not only knew that I had a connection to the Dark Knight but also knew who Batman really was.

The Englishmen took me upstairs and showed me the parcel. It didn't take a great detective to figure out what it was as the shape of the box gave it away and since I'd already figured who had sent it I had more than enough clues.

It was a sword. A very nice sword. Not western in design and it was lighter than I would of expected as well. It was a ninja sword

A League of Assassin sword.

And that wasn't all. Beneath the blade was a small thin box which contained throwing stars.

"I expect that the uniform will arrive soon" remarked the butler "but until it does I suggest you get some sleep. One can't begin the life on an assassin without a good night's rest".

Yes, he was right about that at least. I did need to get some sleep.


Two wooden swords clashed together as Robin and I both practised with unfamiliar weaponry, unfamiliar in the sense that we both had little experience in using blades but we were both learning fast and for different reasons.

Tim wanted to learn to use the sword simply because he always wanted to learn. He wanted to be the best, perhaps to the point were he could surpass the other Robins and even the old man himself.

If I'd been more of an honest person I'd of told him not to bother. Nightwing seemed to have no interest in replacing the Bat. As for Jason, he was dead (well as least as far as everyone else was concerned) and Tim would only end up wasting his time trying to outdo his predecessor.

I found the whole situation was confusing for many reasons. Aside from the fact that I thought it pointless to try and gain Bruce's approval.

Also everything seemed to be in the wrong order. Dick Grayson was the Robin who was suppose to be leading the Teen Titans yet he was already out there doing his own thing as Nightwing. Jason was dead (officially) but hadn't yet made an appearance as the Red Hood, which made me wonder if Raj had reanimated him at all. As for Tim Drake he was suppose to retire from this sort of life after being kidnapped by the Joker and then driven insane.

Of course that might not happen any more as by warning Bruce he could now prevent those events from taking place. Which made me wonder what would happen when Damien came along.

Would Tim be doing his own thing by then, meaning that there was room for a new Robin or would the position still be filled?

As for me I was trying to learn how to use a sword because I know had a really cool sword and it wasn't a bad idea to know how to use it. Doubly so since I might one day be leading an organisation made up of ninja assassins.

"So Talia, huh?"

"Yep" I replied.

"Raven's not going to be happy" mentioned the Boy Wonder.

Wait Raven. What did she have to do with this?

"How can you tell she's not happy?" I inquired "she doesn't exactly emote very well".

"She likes you" I was told.

"Again I ask; How you can tell?"

Really I couldn't tell what Raven was feeling, or if she ever felt anything at all. Not that I had tried at all I didn't think much about her at all as she was the daughter of demon god who wanted to destroy us all.

"Starfire told me" explained the third Robin.

Yes girls gossip. How could I have forgotten that.

"Well it wasn't my fault" I pointed out "she did slip me roofie".

That got me a confused look so I explained.

"A daterape drug it makes you suggestible, and I only agreed to marry her because her father had you hostage".

Not that many women would accept that as an excuse as female logic was very different than male logic.

"Ready for patrol, tonight?" was the next question.

"Sure am" I answered.

And with that our important discussion came to end well before we had to talk about our own feelings. Which was good because I didn't actually know how I felt about that piece of news.


I looked out into the darkness with my enhanced night vision, the mask which covered my entire head contained a few technological tricks and one of those seemed to bath the world around me in light. The price for this clear vision was the loss of colour, everything close to be was either white or a shade of grey. The fact that the eyes of the mask glowed when using this form of vision would no doubt scare a few people.

Another bonus was that I could clearly see anyone who decided to join on the rooftops of this city.

Right now I was tracking someone, or possibly even something, as it ran across the top of a building that contained (among other things) an auction house which had been boasting about the acquisition of a number of artefacts. This included some sort of bird totem hand made by the native American tribes and a green jewel known only as the eye of the panther that had come all the way from Egypt.

This meant either the Penguin or Catwoman could turn up to nap themselves something valuable or possibly both of them could make an appearance. However given that my pray was moving from rooftop to rooftop I was betting on the cat rather than the bird.

Silently I moved, following the dark figure that had disappeared through a set of open balcony doors. This was either her hideout or she was taking a short cut, she could even be preparing to ambush me if she knew that I was following her.

As I got closer I saw a light was being filter through something green. The eye of the panther no doubt.

"Nice Kitty" I whispered as I made my way closer to the woman.

My new outfit, which was only mine when I would patrol in Gotham, was a sleek black thing that made me next to invisible in this environment, but I wasn't going to take that for granted. She might be able to see me given her cat like senses or even smell me coming.

By now I was directly behind her and I had to admit that I was enjoying the view. She had great legs, great hips as well as a rear bumper that I'd pay well to see uncovered and up close.

That was when Miss Kyle span round and snapped her whip. The world slowed down for me as the black leather flew towards my head.

Sadly for Selena my reflexes were much sharper than they use to be, so I simply dodged the attack and then grabbed the tip of the whip.

That was when we locked eyes.


Catwoman's whip snapped out in a perfect strike that should of hit its target before she'd even finished spinning around. But rather than see someone in pain she saw a dark figure dodge holding the end of her whip.

His face was hidden beneath a black mask and his body was covered by equally dark body armour but the thief could tell by the guy's posture that he was totally relaxed.

He clearly wasn't the Dark Knight but he'd appeared out of no where like Batman often did. He also wasn't Nightwing or one of his replacements, however he seemed to have been trained like on them.

The burglar gave a feline growl before she let go of the whip and started moving, but rather than run away she attacked. The dark figure dodged the strike and the one that followed without ever moving his feet. His movements were slower than she had expected, it was as if he didn't care if he got hit or not.

Knowing what she had to do Catwoman ran. She was soon darting across the rooftops as quickly and quietly as only a feline can.


Okay so I had to admit that she was good. She was fast, bold and deadly but in the end she was the one running away.

Using the grappling hook zipping through the air to the rooftop that Catwoman was currently running on and soon I was right behind her. He was hard to keep up but I had breathe left to talk.

"Never could resist the shiny, could you Miss Kyle?"

Catwoman's green eyes grew wide when I said her name and due to the surprise it caused she missed a step, but she didn't let that phase her. Rather than keep running she attacked me.

The kick I saw coming, as her target was something I wanted to protect. Then the other leather clad leg tried to impact with my head but I was able to block that as well. Still she didn't give up. Claws went for my face but that just made sparks as I was protected by metal in that area.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you" I assured.

Her reply led to me ducking a flying roundhouse, that would of hurt but I really wasn't in any danger and better yet I was getting a chance to use my training. I always learned faster when faced with danger and I hoped that after tonight I'd be a better fighter.

The next attack left Catwoman with what I guessed would be numb and quite bruised knee as my stomach was well shielded thanks to the amour weave that was layered over the kevlar.

That was when I got tried of her trying to beat me up and made a grab for her.

Selina thrashed around but I had her in a vice like grip. Her attempts to escape left me in a bit of an awkward position, she was rubbing up against me and while I couldn't feel to much because of the thick material I was wearing but she was still having an effect. In my defence my reaction was that of a typical healthy man. I had a hot leather clad woman pressed against my body, so what could any one expect.

"Okay stop that" I ordered.

For some reason that just increased the wiggling.

"I said stop, Selena!"

The shock of hearing her named ended her squirming, she then calmed down. Hopefully because she now realised that she wasn't going anywhere. I was stronger than nearly any human now and I was determined not to let her go.


As one might think Catwoman was rather startled by the use of her real name, but her lack of further resistance was a ploy. She had no intention of being arrested she just thought that it was time to change her tactics.

"Well hello there big boy" Selena Kyle said in a flirty tone of voice.

The professional crook began to rub the new hero's chest as she spoke.

"So what do you want from little old me".

"What do you think?" replied the dark clothed man.

His words clearly had a double meaning, and also he had meant what he had said.

"Well we could cut a deal" she offered as she ran her fingers in circles across her new friend's chest.

The Batman would never go for such a thing, and neither would his little sidekicks but Miss Kyle got the sense that this time it could be different.

"Well I was just going to make you give back what you stole, but that was before you tried to beat me up".

A wound to his male pride, if she wanted to get of this the cat burglar knew she would have to fix that.

"And what if I don't want give it back?" she questioned while giving him a sultry look with her eyes "I do so love jewels".

Before the hero could reply to that the Catwoman made her offer.

"So you've got me, and it's not like you couldn't get me again, so how about I make it worth your while to let me go?"

The man seemed to think it over.

"I'll make it worth your while" she promised.

She wasn't above using sex to get what she wanted but this time it was about more than that. She wanted to know who this guy was as she was bound to encounter him again, she needed to understand who he was and what motivated him. That sort of information was worth a lot in her line of work and she gladly pay for it. Besides she was already starting to like this guy and cats were exactly prudish things when it came to sex.

"Okay I'll let you go".

He backed up his words with action and did let go of her. But then he tensed as if he was getting ready for her to run or strike.

Which to be fair, was something that she was considering but she quickly decided that this man would hunt her down and hand her over to the GCPD before the night was over. She could later escape but she never liked being locked up.

"You're not like any hero I've come across before. Who are you?"

In response the darkly costumed man took the mask covering his face, which was something few heroes would ever do, to show a young face that a wicked smile upon it.

"My name's Gothic".

Catwoman was stunned. This boy... well young man had not only hunted her down like a pro, he had also beaten her so easily. And he'd done it despite being so young. Only his eyes didn't seem to be adolescent. Those were old eyes, ones that seen more than someone his age should have to see. All in all it made a oddly sexy package.

"So do you work for the Dark Knight?" the Catwoman asked.

"Well I'm not working for the Caped Crusader directly" Gothic explained "I'm just covering for him while he's out of town".

Selena understood that. Batman greatly cared for this city and wouldn't leave it unattended, and since Gothic was here that meant that the Dark Knight trusted this young man, that or he was keeping a close eye on him.

"And what will he say if he finds out that you let little old me go?" she inquired.

"I wasn't planning on telling him" confessed Gothic.

Catwoman straightened up and started to stroll towards Gothic before carefully moving behind her new friend. Gothic looked over his left shoulder to watch her as she strolled around him, clearly he still didn't trust them. Which just proved that he was smart as well as strong.

"Well I was going to let you go, but if your going to tell on me I suppose I should arrest you".

Selina pouted, in a childish way but she knew that Gothic was just teasing her.

"Oh, I won't say a word" Catwoman promised "now tell me what sort of hero are you?"

"I'm not much of the hero type. I do try to help people, but I'm sure that's what I want to do. I know I don't want to be a villain but with my power what choice do I have".

Selana understood were this young man was coming from. Certain people did seem to be drawn into the fight between good and evil, and some like her were more grey than black or white but that was a hard road to travel.

"So what are you then?" was her next question "Wait you are a man, aren't you?"

If he was an alien it would explain a lot but he seemed human to her senses.

"Yeah I'm human" the young man replied as he stared at the city.

"So what's with the name, Gothic? she questioned next "that's not a hero name".

Gothic laughed and said

"If you saw what I normally wore you wouldn't ask that question".

Gothic continued talking as Catwoman just continued to kind of stare at him.

"Its kinda of a mixture of Deadpool and Punisher. Not that you know who either of those people are. I don't really have a proper identity since I'm not exactly from this world".

When Gothic stopped talking and smirked at Catwoman the action made her heart skip a beat, and then she felt a warmth spread though her body. This man was a mystery and she wanted to figure him out.

"So do don't have a secret identity. Aren't you worried about somebody finding out who you are in your normal life? Don't you have anyone to protect?" Selina asked wanting even more information before they got to the more fun stuff.

"I don't have anyone to protect" admitted Gothic "This is my whole life and everyone in it is already a target. And anybody who even thought about messing with those I consider my friends would only manage to get me pissed off".

Catwoman just stared at Gothic as he poured out his heart to her. She couldn't help but feel sympathy at this point, but she also wondered why he was telling her all of this.

Gothic smirked at her as his playful mood came back to him.

"Anyway enough being grim. I'm not an emo. We can go back to your place or maybe a find a hotel room to break into".

Catwoman decided to go with the hotel. She liked this man but she wasn't ready to show him too much of her life.


I went over to hotel room's mini bar and took out something that couldn't be served me to me legally. Aside from that I had no idea what it was, other than I couldn't afford it but that didn't matter as I wasn't paying for it.

"Can I get you something?" I offered " a saucer of milk, maybe?"

The question never got answered as Catwoman was in the mood for something else.

Already she reaching up to her neckline and pulling down the zipper of her cat-suit until all of her flat stomach was exposed.

This action didn't send the outfit falling to the ground, in fact it didn't expose her nipples but it did show me a lot of what was on offer.

However before I could take in the sight before me a strong hand was pushing me onto the bed. A clunk sound filled the air as I dropped the bottle I'd been holding but I didn't care as Catwoman was soon straddling me while reaching once more for her zipper.

"I always thought you were one of the sexiest girls in the DC verse" I confessed.

Selina's confusion over the statement gave me the chance to pull the cat-suit down off her upper body. The sight was an amazing one, her boobs were perfect. Such wonderful breasts could not have existed in my universe as they defied gravity with their firmness and given their size they should of really hampered Catwoman's moves. The fact they didn't simply proved that the laws of physics and such didn't work quite the same way here as they did back home/

Working together we took off her leather outfit and I could tell that Selina was seriously hot and bothered. In fact she already having trouble breathing and we hadn't even kissed yet.

Once she was naked Catwoman returned the favour and helped me get undressed. Which was a chore because I didn't know how to take this suit off. I hadn't even been able to get it on without a certain Englishmen's help. But in the end Selana's agile hands managed to get me undressed. Perhaps she'd had practice with Batman's outfit.

Any jealously I might of felt vanished as Catwoman pushed her chest into my face. Soon enough I was kissing her breasts and nipples, then I was softly biting the yummy things. Which made Selena call out as she felt both pain and pleasure run through her body.

My hands went down to my new playmate's equally firm buttocks. I started to squeeze and pinch her rear end. Again she seemed to enjoy the fact that I was being a little rough with her.

Selina liked to bite, and to kiss. She even started to lick me so much that I wondered if she was trying to clean me. But she was a cat so this wasn't too strange.

Then the foreplay was over. Neither of us wanted to wait any further and if I had my way I'd have time to explore her body later on. I had a lot of energy these days and while Selena would at the rate things were going get me cumming in no time. I would recover fast.

The kitty cat groaned and shut her eyes as my manhood started to slip inside her warm, waiting hole. She was teasing both of us now, wanting to draw out this wonderful moment.

Then I was fully inside the pussy's pussy, and she was using her body well. She knew just how to move with a cock inside her, she expertly milking me. The pleasure was nearly more than I could stand, the cat themed crook seemed to know not only what I wanted her to do, she also knew exactly the words to whisper in my ear.

Without meaning to, or at least I hoped she didn't, Selina broke the skin on my chest. I didn't bleed and the wounds healed fast but her nails were like claws, they hurt a lot. Still the pain was just strong enough to stop me from exploding too soon.

Then things got faster. She was riding me for all she was worth. Her breasts bounced as she moved up and down at pace that made the movements almost hypnotic.

Without warning Selina stopped bouncing, she forced what weight she had and impaled herself on my cock.

"My God." Selina called out into the half lit room as she seemed to orgasm.

"Not yet" I smugly replied.

A smile was her only answer as she started building towards another climax. Which proved that she knew exactly what she was doing even when covered in sweat and on top of a man.

I was getting close to the little death myself, and she seemed to sense that as she slowed down. She leant forward and bit me on the neck as if she marking her territory but the wound wouldn't last long I knew that.

Then as I orgasmed and Selina screamed in pleasure, I felt my seed go deep inside her as vice like cunt took all of it.

It was enough, to drive her over the edge she had another sexual climax as I started to get soft while still inside her.

Then we were both trying to catch our breathe, the sound of our lungs taking in badly needed oxygen was almost as deafening as her screams of pleasure had been. I was just glad that the suite we'd broken into was the honeymoon one, in another room the walls wouldn't of contained the noise.

Finally, the panting slowed down until it was almost silent in the room. Only the sound of long drawn in breathes told me that Catwoman hadn't recovered as fast as I had. But she was only mortal.

"I think I need that drink now" she remarked as she climbed off me.

Being a gentlemen for once I went and got her some water for her and myself. Once we were refreshed I asked a question.

"So what now?"

Catwoman smiled and said.

"Well that got me out of trouble for tonight, but if your going to be in Gotham for a while then maybe I could build up some credit".

I was really starting to like the way this woman thought.


By the next morning my new friend had gone, the only sign of her presence had been a card with an address upon it and a green jewel hidden beneath.

The address was, according to the Bat Computer, a suspected hideout of Catwoman. Not her home, of which she had at four in this city alone, it was a more a safe house that she used between jobs. No doubt the next time she stole something (which could be tonight since the Dark Knight was still elsewhere) she would head right for her hideaway and would be waiting for me.

I might take her up on this invitation, assuming of course nothing important came up in the meantime.

As for the priceless hunk of rock. At first I'd thought it to be an emerald of some sort. But it didn't look quite right so when I'd gotten back to the Batcave I'd asked Nightwing to look it over.

The choice made sense since Dick had learned his trade at the feet of the master so he knew what he was doing.

"You were right" said the original Robin "its not a emerald at all, its kryptonite that somehow formed around a piece of what seems to some another type of crystal".

Well that explained why I had felt so certain that it was a good idea not to return the shiny rock to the auction house.

"It one of the panther eyes that's for certain" confirmed Grayson.

"I thought it was eye of the panther" I said.

"Eyes of the Panther" corrected Nightwing "the Bat Computer says there a matched set of green jewels that once belonged to one of the Pharaohs. They were found buried with him, so I'm sure that parts true".

Cats were worshipped in Ancient Egypt, but panther's weren't native to that part of the world so the name was pretty confusing. Plus I was certain there had only been one of the jewels. The eye of the panther, but that information could have been wrong.

Eyes tended to come in pairs or it could be that they were both named the same thing but had only put one up on its website so that the auction house could sell them both separately. That seemed more likely as Batman didn't make mistakes of that sort.

"With a little research I found something interesting" explained Dick "the Eyes are said to be magically linked. If one goes missing or is stolen the remaining one can be used to find the other, when joined together there suppose to let one see the things that which is normally hidden".

Magical kryptonite huh, or at least something magical that was covered in a layer of kryptonite, if they had any sort of offensive power then combination of magic and radiation would be lethal to a certain man in blue or his cousin.

It also explained why Selena had left one with me. If she knew how to access the power of the one she had then she could track the one I had and then find me. Cats weren't the type to mate for life but clearly she wanted another ride on the Gothic pony.

"Supposedly that power can only be used if they are combined with something called the Face of the Panther".

Normally I would dismiss such a story but since I was in the DC verse I decided to take it on faith for now. However given that I didn't have the mask or the other eye this didn't mean much to me, but perhaps it was worth finding out more when I joined the League. There was bound to a magic user in that group who could tell me more.

"Well I best keep my hands on the eye I have until I catch up with Selena" I said to Grayson "no point in returning only one of a pair".

The original Robin smirked.

"Well I don't think you'll have much trouble finding her. She seems to like you".

"How can you tell?" I asked with a great amount of concern.

"You didn't turn your radio off" explained Grayson "Tim patched in and heard the... fun you were having".

Oh this was bad.

"He recorded some of it for the Titans" I was then informed.

Why did I get the feeling that Raven was going to blast me into an alternate dimension next time she saw me?

"First Talia and now Selena" said Dick with a smirk on his face "are you trying to get the old man mad or you just that stupid?"

"Its a little of both" I replied.

I was so going to get the Bat Glare for this.