Rebecca stumbled through her apartment door and kicked it shut behind her. She had had a boring day at Arkham without Jonathan being there. She walked past some people in the corridor who were talking about the famous Harleen Quinzel who ran away with the Joker. Rebecca winced at the memory.

What she hated most about the whole 'Harley Quinn' deal was that despite all the cruel wicked ways, the Joker had still managed to find love. Rebecca had never had a real relationship because she was always caught up in her school work to even think about boys. It was only Jonathan that ever made her feel weak at the knees and light-headed.

She smiled, remembering all the sweet little habits he has; the way he ruffles his hair when he's stressed, when he drums his fingers on the desk if he gets bored or when he leans back in his chair to 'rest his eyes' and accidentally drifts into sleep. Rebecca bit her lip, feeling rather embarrassed, but she didn't care. No-one was around to giggle or mock and she was thankful for it.

She checked the clock. It was 9:47pm. Wow, the whole day had flown by. Rebecca's mind kept taking her back to the events that happened this morning. She definitely regretted rushing to get changed so quickly. She wanted to feel the excitement of Jonathan seeing her in that way again. It made her feel like she had some kind of sex appeal.

Rebecca walked over to the couch and rested her head back. She closed her eyes and imagined what she could have done to make this morning better. The ticking clock grew more and more quiet as Rebecca sank deeper and deeper into thought.

An alarm sounded suddenly. Rebecca jumped and raced over into her bedroom to switch it off. It was 7:00am. She rubbed her eyes and stretched.

"Crap." She said, simply. "Jesus Christ!" She threw her arms into the air, questioning her own sleeping pattern.

She walked back into the living room and searched for the remote. Nowhere. She wondered if her 'friend' had paid a visit while she was sleeping. She was dragged away from thought when her front door swung open with a loud bang.

She whipped round and saw a large figure striding toward her.

"Jonathan! What are you doing here?!" She yelled at him.

Jonathan didn't say anything, he just simple looked down at Rebecca's body and then back up to her eyes. Rebecca looked down at herself. She was wearing a small white towel again.

"What the fuck?!" She panicked and looked up at Jonathan.

Jonathan remained silent. He bent down toward Rebecca and brushed his lips against hers gently. Rebecca's heart leaped into her mouth and she grabbed Jonathan's collar, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He replied with such eagerness, he knocked Rebecca backwards and they both landed on her tiny couch. Rebecca automatically parted her legs and rubbed into Jonathan. He rolled them both round so she was on top. The constricting towel on Rebecca popped open and her teeth immediately sunk into her bottom lip. Jonathan simply smiled and pulled her to him for another wet kiss. He grabbed the small towel from Rebecca's back and threw it on the floor, deepening the kiss further.

Rebecca let out a tiny whimper and roughly grabbed handfuls of his dark locks. Jonathan's smooth palms trickled down the small of her back and lightly ran over her bottom. The sensation tickled Rebecca and her hips jolted forward in an attempt of a reflex. He laughed into her mouth and pushed her bottom downwards, pressing her to him more.

Rebecca broke the kiss. "Jonathan, I need to say something. Something importa-" He had stopped her sentence with another kiss.

"I know what you're about to say." He uttered. "But Rebecca you need to do something for me first..."

"Anything." She breathed.

"Rebecca, you need to wake up."

"What?" She said, bolting up.

"Wake up, kid. Hey! Kid, wake up!" He shouted, but not in his own voice.

Rebecca was pushed off the couch as a familiar voice cried "HEY!"

She looked up to see a woman in a latex suit standing over.

"Sorry!" Rebecca quickly mumbled. "I, uh, must have dozed off."

"No kiddin'! He's been meowing for nearly 20 minutes!" The woman jerked her head toward the kitchen counter.

Rebecca peered over the couch to see a ginger cat happily munching some food out of a yellow, plastic bowl.

"Tom?" She asked aloud, though she was mainly talking to herself. "B-but he never eats inside! Ever! And... that's not his bowl!" Rebecca rubbed her forehead. She wondered if she was going crazy.

"Just get up, will ya? You look like a dick sitting on the floor like that." Sneered the woman.

Rebecca obeyed and stood up. Then she realised who was standing in front of her.

"Wait, what the hell are you doing in my house?" She demanded.

"Honey, you really wanna ask me that when you've just woke up?" The woman smiled slyly.

Rebecca sighed. "I s'pose not... Erm... Do you wanna sit down? Maybe a drink?"

"Sure." She stepped back and landed perfectly in an upright, sitting position on the couch. "Except you ain't got nothing in."

Rebecca nodded and smiled in apology. She stood and leaned awkwardly. "Erm... W- What do I call you? Like, do you have a name?"

"I got many, kid. They call me the 'cat burglar', but I don't do that shit anymore, promise. Some poor bastards call me 'bitch', others say 'that one' and some call me 'cat' for short. Take your pick." She removed a glove and began examining her ruby-painted nails for dirt.

"What's your real name?" Rebecca questioned and slowly sat down next to her.

"Sorry, no can do, missy. Would cause me too much trouble if you went blabbing and, as much as I like ya, I ain't ready to make that kind of commitment yet." She removed the other glove and repeated checking her nails.

"Okay... What about C? 'Cause you always end your 'notes' with a C."

"Sure, kiddo. Sounds great." Her voice was plain and indifferent.

"Okay, C... Why are you here?" Rebecca looked down at her hands, nervously.

"Tom was pissing me off. He kept meowing and, me being me, I had to go check on him just in case he was one of my minions. When I realised it was your place, I had to check if you were okay too. Y'know, in case you died or something." She didn't sound very concerned.

"Oh... Okay. Wait- what do you mean by 'minions'?"

"My babies." She replied, plainly.

"You've got kids?!" Rebecca didn't mean to sound so surprised.

"Jeez, kid, calm yourself. I ain't got no fucking kids. They're all little bastards and I ain't got time for little bastards running around the place cramping my style. No, I mean my cats. Well, I don't really own them, they just come and go as they please and I don't mind." She paused. "It's kinda like... I dunno, say a cat sanctuary."

Rebecca's confused expression subsided into an understanding one.

"So, you kinda look after all the neighborhood cats?"

"Yeah, something like that." said C, lazily. "You got anything to drink?"

"Oh! Um... Probably not... Sorry." She smiled, apologetically.

"Thought so." C leaped up from the couch and glided over to the balcony door.

"Wha- You're going?" Rebecca stood up. She couldn't help but feel a little let down.

"Yep. Can't stay in one place too long when you've got a police record. See you soon, kid."

"Bye, C."

C did a handstand on the balcony and flipped over then disappeared underneath. A low whisper of foot steps was echoing around the street below as she sprinted off.

Rebecca sighed loudly and looked at the clock. It was 10:56pm. She glanced over at Tom who was sitting patiently on the counter. Being suddenly woken up had made Rebecca completely forget about all the questions she had wanted to ask C.

She sighed again. "C'mon, Tom. It's late and I wanna go to bed." She made her way over to the balcony door and opened it wide for him. "Out you go, mister."

Tom jumped down from the counter and rubbed himself against Rebecca's leg but didn't walk out. Instead, he bounced into Rebecca's bedroom.

"Tom! C'mon, I'm tired." She followed him.

Tom was snuggled into one of the pillows on Rebecca's bed. He glared up at her then rested his head on his paw again.

"You wanna stop here?" She furrowed her brow, her mind racing. "What the heck is going on? First C let's herself in while I'm sleeping, then you're eating inside out of a different bowl and now you want to stop the night? Okay, she's seriously done something to you." She pointed a threatening finger at him. He was fast asleep. "Fine! You can stay." She tried to look mad at him but a smile spread across her face and she laughed at how stupid she was being. "Jesus Christ" she giggled to herself.

She went to the balcony door and locked it. She placed down some newspaper and returned to her bedroom. She took off her clothes and just threw on an old shirt for bed - it was too warm to wear proper pajamas. She lay down on the side of the bed Tom wasn't sleeping and closed her eyes. The slight purring of Tom next to her was soothing and she went straight to sleep.