*beep* *beep* *beep*
Bruce looked up to see that the Batcomputer was finally finished with it's decryption. He grabbed an empty case file and placed it within the journal as a bookmark. He set it on his desk and began to go through the files he now had access to.
2 Hours Later
Bruce had gone through over four hundred files and was about to drag himself into the Manor and rest when he saw it. This file was unlike all the others, which had mostly been word documents or email drafts. This one was a picture, a screenshot from a phone to be more specific. Bruce opened it.
The screenshot was of one of the many map apps that existed. It showed a map of the United Kingdom and the GPS marker on it was on London. As it was too far zoomed out Bruce was unable to tell which part of London. Keeping the image open in one window he opened another window and continued his search to see if he couldn't find image that was more zoomed in.
As Bruce scrolled through the list of files he thought back to his conversation with Lucy. The way she'd sounded insulted as if she would know where Selina would be. The anger in her grey eyes as he hinted at her lying to him. Clearly she was a brilliant actor, but what still wasn't clear was why she'd left the laptop. Why help when she had shown that she wasn't interested in helping at all?
These questions had first entered his mind when he had found the laptop and note. Right now he had no answer from them, but he suspected the more he looked through this laptop the more likely he was to find the answers he wanted.
It was half an hour later when he found the next GPS picture.
This one was a lot more zoomed in than the last one and it showed the GPS marker to be in one of the posher areas of London, where the houses were bigger and nicer.
'Selina always was a go big or go home person.'
"Computer, start a search for anything containing information of a 'Selina Kyle' in West London."
"Starting search for Selina Kyle in West London. Search may take up to eight hours."
Bruce turned his attention to the journal. He had gone over twenty-four hours without sleep and was beginning to feel the effects of it, he wasn't as young as he had been a couple of decades ago and over the last couple of years he'd finally gotten used to not staying awake for over twenty-four hours.
Bruce got up from his chair and walked towards his suit's display case. Once his suit was off and he was in his nightwear he made his way to the Manor. Bruce had decided that he could always read the rest once he'd found out where she was and was on his jet to her location.
Dick woke up around 10:00am. He was surprised he'd woken up so late as he was usually woken up by Bruce attempting to cook his own breakfast. That man couldn't cook to save his life so Dick was usually left to finish what Bruce had started. Since he hadn't been woken by the usual sounds of Bruce cursing and the sound of culinary equipment hitting the floor Dick began to wonder if he was still in the Cave.
Dick decided instead of looking for Bruce he would stick to his morning routine and if he didn't come across him during it then he would look for him.
When Dick reached the kitchen he noticed a note stuck the refrigerator.
Out on a business trip, will return soon
Dick took the note off the refrigerator and read it a couple more times. He found it strange that Bruce would leave a note. Usually he upped and vanished without so much as leaving a note to say he'd left. So why do it now? Had Bruce found something Dick had missed?
Come to think of it he had seen an unfamiliar laptop plugged into the batcomputer as well as a percentage bar on the screen of the batcomputer. Bruce must've been trying to gain access to it, but why?
All thoughts of having breakfast left Dick's mind and he headed straight for the Cave's entrance. He hated it when he was kept out of the loop like this. Why ask for his help then not bother to let him know when new information appeared? Then again Dick should've expected this. Bruce had a thing for not keeping people in the loop. How Lex, before his untimely death, had put up with him for five years Dick would never know.
Once he reached the platform that housed the batcomputer he immediately spotted the laptop. Dick grabbed one of the two chairs that sat behind the desk and moved the laptop in front of him.
When he opened it he was met with the picture of a map and a GPS marker. After quickly taking noticed that the marker was in West London Dick came to a realization. Bruce had found Selina.
So he would not alert Selina to his arrival, in London, Bruce had chosen to take his private jet rather than the batwing. The jet was more subtle and Selina, no doubt, would be expecting him to arrive in the batwing. This way he would catch her off guard and she wouldn't have time to think up an escape plan.
The thought had crossed Bruce's mind that maybe Selina had already thought up multiple escape plans in case he found her. If she had done then bringing the batsuit hadn't been the worst idea he'd ever had.
Since Bruce knew that the flight from Gotham to London was a long one he had planned ahead and grabbed the journal he'd been reading the previous night. He took it from his briefcase and continued from where he'd left it.
Gotham, 2 Years Ago (Selina's POV)
Sionis' unconscious thugs littered the mill's floors, leaving Sionis alone to face the Cat. He was unarmed and pretty sure she'd broken his left ankle.
Selina approached him slowly, whip dragging on the floor behind her. Sionis was trying to crawl away from her while begging her for mercy.
"Come on! I didn't know you were friends with the Robinson girl! I never would've killed her had I known!"
Selina shook her head and repeated what he had said shortly before she'd interrupted "...Oh! And that Robinson girl getting caught up in the likes of that pathetic excuse of a mobster! Got what she deserved!"
"Did I say that? I honestly don't remem...AHHH!" Sionis screamed as Selina pulled him back towards her with her whip.
Once he was close enough Selina turned him onto his back, grabbed his face with her free hand (making sure the claws attached to her gauntlet dug in) and hissed through her teeth. "I don't believe you."
As she moved away Selina tore his mask off and scratched half his face causing Sionis' to yell out in pain.
Once Selina had unwrapped her whip from his ankle she hooked it onto her belt, stepped over Sionis' and made her to way to where he'd dropped his gun. She picked it up and slowly turned to face him.
Sionis had watched her walk over, rather than crawling away. He'd been hoping she was done with him and was getting ready to leave, but once he saw the gun in her hand is dawned upon him what she planned to do.
"Oh God! Please! I promise you, I really didn't mean to shoot the girl! She was just in the way that's all!" he yelled in an attempt to make her reconsider ending him right then and there.
Selina ignored his cries and purposely walked towards him. She placed the gun against his forehead and cocked it. Her finger rested on the trigger, ready to do to him what he'd done to Holly. She had expected him to pull away, but instead he spoke.
"Go on. Do it."
"Really? Well if that's what you want your last words to be..."
Selina was about to pull the trigger when she heard the sounds of sirens approaching the mill, fast. She looked towards the door that lead into the area she and Sionis were currently in. If she pulled the trigger there was no doubt in her mind they would hear it. Selina would never have enough time to escape as she had a feeling that Bruce was probably accompanying the police.
She made her split second decision and dropped the gun. She then jumped up onto the metal beams above them and swung herself out the open window.
Bruce Wayne's Private Jet, Present Day (Bruce's POV)
Would I have pulled the trigger had Bruce and the police not arrived? I honestly don't know. In the moment my mind had been set on pulling that trigger, but thinking back on it it's almost as if the sound of those sirens brought me out of a trance.
Now, if I was given the option, I don't think I will pull the trigger. Sometimes it's a bad idea to take matters into your own hands.
Bruce remembered that night quite clearly. The only reason he and the police had been attracted towards the steel mill was because of the number of snipers that were occupying nearby rooftops. Bruce had become concerned that a turf war was getting ready to break out so he'd decided to end it before it began. Upon his arrival never had he imagined he would've found Roman Sionis and his gang in the state he did.
Originally he hadn't planned to go to the mill. Bruce knew that Gotham's PD would be able to deal with Sionis as he wasn't considered as dangerous as any of the other Gotham Rogues they'd dealt with through the years. The only reason he had gone to the mill was because Jim had contacted him and told him that he "...needed to see this."
Bruce had of coursed obliged and was shocked to his core when he saw what they'd found. Sionis had shot himself. Back then no one knew why. There had been no reason for him to do so. Now Bruce knew. Sionis had done it so Selina wouldn't go back and finish what she'd started. Sionis had taken matters into his own hands.
Till today he had no idea what would've caused Sionis to do it. Bruce now knew and wasn't sure how to feel about it. Here he was, halfway to London, searching for someone who he had done wrong in the past and wanted to make it right. Wanted to confess everything to and now he knew that she would've killed someone if the GCPD hadn't arrived when they did.
He put the journal down in the seat next him and ran his hands through his hair. Bruce had no idea how to feel towards this new information.
Of course he still loved her, nothing would ever change that. He knew that now. However the concept that Selina could've killed someone, that she wanted to kill someone, he couldn't wrap his head around it.
Selina had told Bruce multiple times that she would never kill. That all she cared for was "...breaking a few hearts." God had she done that more than once. Bruce took a deep breath.
'I'll talk to her about it once I find her.'
Bruce was about to pick up the journal and read the rest of the entry when his phone buzzed. It was a fairly angry text from Dick.
'So you found out where she was and kept me out of the loop, again! Why do you even ask me to help when you already know you're going to keep me out of the loop?'
'I left the laptop in the Cave for you to find. Didn't I?'
'Really. You left a laptop and you think that clears your name for lying again?'
'Dick, I kept you out of the loop as this is between me and Selina. It's personal and I need it to stay that way.'
'Alright, I get it. By the way if I'm not in Gotham when you get back, I'll be in Star City helping Barbara.'
'Understood.'
"Keep the change." Bruce said to the taxi driver as he hoped out of the car.
Bruce was now standing at the beginning of the street Selina supposedly lived in. The houses here were old, Victorian era Bruce was guessing by the style. These houses were also at the edge of West London so it was quieter than it would've been had they been built further in. The air was fairly clear as well.
As he walked down the street to where she should be living Bruce thought to the end of the entry in that journal.
Gotham, 2 Years Ago (Selina's POV)
Selina had started packing every item of clothing she had into multiple suitcases. She couldn't stay in Gotham. Not while Sionis was still there at least.
On her way back to her apartment Selina had thought about it. Would she have regretted pulling that trigger had the cops not arrived? Of course. Killing was not in her nature yet, somehow, she had let the rage of losing her friend to Sionis take over.
Many would've caused it a moment of weakness. Not Selina. She had lost control and she knew it. How long till she ended slipping up and killing a thug she was interrogating? She couldn't risk that and so leaving Gotham seemed to be the only way to prevent that. In short Selina no longer trusted herself.
She already knew where she was going. There was a house in London that her family had owned for quite sometime. It had been sitting out there, unused, for a long time that in the past Selina had considered selling it to make some more money. She was glad that she hadn't done so.
As Selina made her way back to her wardrobe she spotted her box of old journals. She had started to write them the second Superman killed the clown and took over the world with his Regime. Since most of her friends left Gotham to stay out of Superman's way (they had been fearful with Selina's involvement with Batman and them knowing her would lead him to interrogate them) they were her only way to get her thoughts out. Talking to her cats had helped as well.
She already knew what she wanted to do with them. Selina pulled her phone out and dialed the first number that came to her. While she waited for them to answer she searched around for an empty journal. One that she could write down what had happened that night and where she was headed.
"Hello?" Selina briefly stopped searching the second she heard her voice.
"Lucy? It's me, Selina."
"Selina? It's been ages! So, what do you want me to take off your hands now?"
""It's not that I need you to take something off my hands, well I do sort of, but I need you to deliver it to someone rather than sell it on to someone."
"Ummm, okay? What is it that you need me to deliver?"
"It's a box, full of books. Journals to be precise." At this point Selina had resumed her look for an empty on and was holding the phone to her ear using her shoulder.
"Journals? And who do you want them delivered to?"
"Bruce Wayne."
"The Big Bad Bat himself eh? Is there a reason why you want them to go to him specifically?"
"Yeah, but I'd rather keep that to myself."
"Understood. I'll swing by in the morning. Before I go when did you want them delivered?"
"Whenever you see fit to deliver them."
"Got it! So see you tomorrow, say 10:00am sharp?"
"Sounds good. Thank you, Lucy."
"Anytime."
After a few more minutes Selina finally found what she was looking for and proceeded to write everything that happened before, during and after she went after Sionis. She wrote this two pages in to the journal. On the front page she wrote her letter to Bruce.
Once that was finished and she had signed her name on the end Selina stuffed it into the box and tapped the box shut. Using a permanent marker, Selina than wrote a note on the top so that whoever answered the door to the Manor, when it was delivered, would know who it was for.
The next day, once Lucy had swung by and collected the box, Selina grabbed her suitcases and headed straight for the airport to get on the first plane out of Gotham and to London.
As the plane flew high above Gotham Selina began to wonder if she'd ever see him again and if she'd made the right decision with leaving without telling him a thing. It wasn't like he would care, was it? Bruce had done nothing, but show signs of having moved on and so it was time for her to do the same.
Outer-skirts of West London, Present Day (Bruce's POV)
Bruce made his way up the steps to Selina's door and pressed the doorbell. He stood there, waiting, with his hands in his pockets.
Selina opened the door, not even looking up at him as she was too busy replying to something on her phone. All she said to greet him was. "Yes?"
"Selina, it's me."
Selina looked up at him and Bruce could see the shock in her eyes and written across her face. She also dropped her phone at the sight of him.
"Bruce?"
