Honestly, the last time I've updated this story was like a year ago I feel so embarrassed. Anyway, I wish you readers are still interested in me updating this story and I'm so sorry. I will try to update it more frequently (if people are still interested).

So, to make it up this update has like 14 rules instead of the usual five. The name in front of the rule is the person the rule is applies to. I do this because otherwise it might be confusing since this story has two characters that need rules, well, according to Alfred and John.

Little update in case you forgot, the last few rules everyone was looking for Selina's cats. The next few rules continue with the missing cats.

Enjoy:D

#26. (Sherlock) I am not allowed to let Ms. Hudson use emotional black-mail in front of Alfred (the guy is a softy when it comes to single women)

Selina lies flopped on the living room couch, crying her eyes out for days. It's heart breaking. Even the high functional sociopath thinks so which is strange because sociopaths normally don't have sympathy for other people. Or, maybe there is another reason he can't take her crying much longer.

"Ms. Hudson, it's about time you do something about it!" Sherlock points frantically at the girl on the couch. "She's keeping the couch occupied and I need it to find my 'mind castle' and think."

The poor woman gasps indignant; "Me? What do you expect me to do?"

"Oh, you know, use some emotional blackmail on either Alfred or John, preferably Alfred because he has the hots for you!"

The woman shakes her head; "I don't know where you get that idea come from, but Mr. Pennyworth is a decent man." A soft, sarcastic snort comes from the cushions of the couch, and Sherlock grins. "Also, I don't do emotional blackmail," Ms. Hudson continues like she had not heard Selina's sarcastic snort nor Sherlock's wide grin.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and spits insulted; "Don't lie, Ms. Hudson. You do it all the time!" Ms. Hudson sighs defeated and that's when Alfred strolls inside. Sherlock gives her a firm look before heading over to the window, pretending he sees something interesting.

Selina bursts into new tears and Ms. Hudson says as pit-fully as possible; "That poor girl hasn't eaten for days. Whoever took those cats should be really ashamed of himself."

And with that, the lady saunters over to the couch, sitting down beside the young girl and starts stroking her curls, soothingly.

A second later…

John whistles a happy tune but then gets dragged by Alfred into the kitchen, back against the wall. "We need to get that minx her cats back!" Alfred grumbles into John's face. "She just lies there crying. She even skipped a few meals and let's not mention the sleepless nights we all have since we snatched the cats away."

John stares blankly at his friend and then glances around him into the living room, noticing Ms. Hudson with Selina on the couch. Suddenly getting it; "They asked Ms. Hudson to use emotional blackmail on you, didn't they?" Alfred's eyes says enough. "Man, don't go weaken on me now. Look, I read somewhere the mother always looks for her kittens for a few days. After that, she's forgotten about them. Trust me, Selina will too."

"John, she's not a real cat!" Alfred bellows between clenched teeth. "We have to get them back, NOW!"

"Could you two please stop fighting?" Mrs. Hudson asks, popping into the room. "That girl needs rest. She hasn't slept for days and now she finally does."

"Yes, finally indeed," John says with a grin and wipes his forehead relieved. Mrs. Hudson gives him the stink-eye and would have given him a pummel if he hadn't rushed off to the safety of his bedroom.

#27. (Selina&Bruce) We are not allowed to east drop onto Alfred's and Mrs. Hudson's conversations

An hour later, Alfred walks into the room followed by a long string of lined up cats trailing behind. "Guess who's back?" Alfred announces happily, cue pointing to the nine cats.

"Come to mommy!" Selina opens her arms excitedly and nine cats jump happily onto the cat-burglar, purring satisfied. Bruce joins them, equally happy.

"You're a softy, you know that?" Mrs. Hudson says, moving closer toward Alfred so he's the only one who hears it. Alfred wideness his eyes. "Yes, I knew you and John where the culprits all along. But don't worry, I'll keep you're secret. I'm happy you your brought them back. You made a young girl very happy." And with that, Mrs. Hudson leans closer toward Alfred's face and kisses him on his cheek before leaving the room.

Alfred realizes his secretly talk with Mrs. Hudson wasn't going unnoticed as he thought when he looks up and sees two equally wide grins glaring over to him from the couch. Alfred clears his throat awkward.

"Let's make us some tea, shall I?" And with that, Alfred walks away, heavy blushing on the soundtrack of the teens laughter.

#28. (Selina) I am not allowed to call Jim a bastard. Especially not because he's not around to defend himself

Sherlock is so happy with the couch being his again and is so far off in his mind palace he doesn't hear the doorbell. Nor he hears the two teens rush down the stairs to open.

Selina swings the front door open and froze in her tracks at the sight of Bruce's big dog. And there she was, thinking they had left the dog under Jim's care.

"What is she doing here?" cue pointing to the large dog that immediately jumped up to Bruce, greeting him excitedly. Selina stares jealous at the dog that gets hugs and kisses from HER Bruce.

The man who delivered the dog looks at his clipboard and answers; "According to this papers a certain man named Jim Gordon wanted the dog transferred because his girlfriend, Lee Tompkins, is allergic to dog hair."

"Ugh, men!" Selina spits annoyed. "That bastard could have dumped her instead of sending the dog away!" Selina stomps back up the stairs, angrily. Once back in the living room the cat-girl plants her butt annoyed on top of Sherlock's stomach, pretending he's not even there.

Sherlock still doesn't notice a thing.

#29. (Sherlock) I am not allowed to use nicotine patches when the children are around

"Selina, come on. It's not that bad that the dog is here; " Bruce says as he and the dog saunter into the living room. Selina, still sitting on top of Sherlock, gives the billionaire the stink-eye.

The dog strolls curiously toward the couch and sniffs onto the seemingly sleeping sociopath. Suddenly his eyes snap open wide and he stares fixated at the ceiling. A loud and noisy breath escapes his mouth. It's almost like he's having a fit.

"What are you doing?" Selina asks, sharing a worriedly look with Bruce before looking back to Sherlock.

"Nicotine patch," Sherlock replies calmly and rolls up his left arm sleeve to show the kids the patches on his arm. "Helps me think. Impossible to sustain a smoking habit in London these days. Bad news for brain work." He loudly clicks the 'K' sound at the end of the last word.

Selina snorts and the sociopath glances through his eyelashes at the girl on his stomach as she makes a gesture with her finger pointed to her forehead. Bruce chuckles.

"I saw that!"

#30. (Selina)I am not allowed to laugh when Sherlock makes a joke about the high difference between John and him

Alfred walks into the living room, hearing a conversation between Sherlock and Selina. Well, it's more a joke that's Sherlock is telling.

"And then John said to me; I hate you, you know that, right?"

"And what did you say?" Selina asks, eyes widened.

"I said; What? I can't hear you from up here!"

Alfred shakes his head when Selina laughs her head off.

#31. (Sherlock&Selina) We are not allowed to have a fake duel and scare the pedestrians of Baker Street

"You will never get me!" Selina hollers as she rushes down the stairs of 221 Baker Street and outside the door, carrying a not loaded shot gun. She ducks around a few pedestrians and finds cover behind a wall.

"Come back, you crazy little Cat!" Sherlock darts through the open door and swings noticeably with a samurai sword. The sociopath starts 'chopping' the air as he spins round and round to find the girl's location.

Pedestrians start to scream, run around and try to get away with their heads, arms or legs still attached to their bodies. That's when Sherlock spots the curly haired girl, sways the samurai sword madly above his head and charges toward the girl.

Selina pretends to be scared and recoils onto the street, hollering with fake-fear voice; "Please, don't hurt me!"

The sociopath laughs like a maniac and sways the sword some more. Pedestrians still scream and run instead of saving the girl.

"Hahahaha, prepare to become Sushi!" Sherlock guffaws loudly but then gets knocked to the street because Selina had grabbed him around his knees.

Selina jumps back onto her feet, points the end of the gun to the tip of Sherlock's nose and cries in glee; "You were saying?" Sherlock grabs the gun without a warning and therefore the girl loses her footing and collapses on top of Sherlock.

The two lie laughing on the sidewalk when four dark shadows fall upon them. Without even looking up, Sherlock and Selina say in sync; "Hi, Alfred, John, Lestrade and Mycroft!"

#32. (Sherlock)I am not allowed to send Selina into a shop and pretend she has short memory loss and therefore doesn't know for who she's looking for

Selina walks cautious into a store, looking frantically around her like everything she's seeing is new to her. Softly mutters; "I don't know where I am… I don't know what's going on."

"Is everything alright, sweetie?" A nice old lady asks, stopping Selina in her tracks. Selina looks at her with widened eyes.

"I think I lost somebody but I… I can't remember… and I can't remember… I can't….

"Calm down, sweetie," the lady says gently. Suddenly Sherlock steps into the store, scoping the area and spots Selina.

"There you are!" Sherlock walks straight at Selina and the lady, wrapping his arm around Selina's waist. The woman looks confused from Selina to Sherlock and back to Selina.

"Do I know you…?" Selina asks slowly, gazing at Sherlock with her green eyes. "I mean… I was with someone, I think… you see… I have short memory loss. Runs in the family, from my dad's side… I think…." Selina looks thoughtfully, scopes the store with her eyes before looking back to Sherlock and the lady. Again, with a confused look; "I'm not sure where I am or how I got here. I was with someone but with who? Wait, do I know any of you… or do you know-

"It's fine sweetie," Sherlock quickly interrupts Selina's ramblings, squashing her closer, cue sly smile to the lady who narrows her eyes suspiciously, instantly. "You're with me! I'm eh… your dad…"

"Really?" Selina cries happily, hugging Sherlock. The lady looks even more suspiciously. "I didn't know I had a dad, did you?" Selina looks to the lady, again.

"Come along, Cat," Sherlock says with a wicked grin, cue pushing her to the door, gently.

"My name is, Cat?" Selina asks, surprised. Sherlock nods rapidly, quick wink of his eye at the lady who starts to look really mad and about to attack Sherlock. The sociopath sees it coming and pushes Selina out the store, ready to flee with her.

Bruce, Alfred, John and Ms. Hudson quirk their eyebrows as they watch Sherlock running away from a lady, hitting him with her handbag while the high functional sociopath laughs his head off. They hear the woman scream something like; "HOW DARE YOU TO TAKE ADAVANTAGE OF A YOUNG GIRL WHO HAS SHORT MEMORY LOSS, YOU PERVERT!"

After them, Selina runs, screaming: "WAIT! THAT'S MY DADDY! YOU'RE HITTING MY DADDY, ALTHOUGH, I THINK! I CAN'T REMEMBER… AND I CAN'T REMEMBER…"

#33. (Selina) I am not allowed to laugh when Sherlock yells at John

"SHUT UP, JOHN! I'M ALWAYS RIGHT!" Sherlock hollers.

Selina, just walking into the room, starts laughing her head off, punching Alfred against his arm in joy. Sadly enough she's met with blank stares.

#34. (Selina) I am not allowed to laugh when people think Sherlock and John are on a date

Sherlock and John promised Alfred to take care of the children. First stop; Pizza Palace. Bruce and Selina sitting together at one table, John and Sherlock sitting at another.

"Here, will make things more romantically," the waiter says, placing a small candle onto Bruce and Selina's table. Selina beams like the sun, Bruce blushing all the way up to his ears. The waiter walks over to Sherlock and John's table, doing the same and winks playfully at John.

"I'M NOT HIS DATE!" John scowls at the man's back as he walks back to the kitchen. Selina however, starts laughing her head off and batters her eyelashes. Sherlock just smirks.

#35. (Selina) I am not allowed to pursue Sherlock to play 'kitty' with me

Bruce watches confused at Selina and Sherlock, both dressed in black leather and wearing goggles as cat ears, crawling on hands and knees into the living room and over to the coffee table.

Bruce watches another twenty seconds as they sit still beside the table, both lurking at the kart of milk standing on top of the table.

"Miauw," they both say in sync, cue glancing over to Bruce with hungry eyes.

Alfred saunters into the living room, noticing Sherlock and Selina flopped onto the couch, still dressed as cats and sleeping. Alfred cocks his head worriedly as they both start muttering something and or shifting in their sleep.

"Bored! Bored! Bored!" Sherlock says repeatedly, twitching his eyebrows.

Selina however, smiles and sighs dreamily as she mutters; "Bruce, I love you, I love you, Bruce Wayne."

John, walking through the hallway when a small ball rolls to his feet, followed by an very excited looking Sherlock, dressed as an overgrown cat, leaping over to him on his hands and knees.

"Play with me, John!" Sherlock orders, rubbing his entire body beside John's legs who slaps his forehead tiredly.

Bruce walks into his bedroom, noticing all the mess on his bedroom floor. But that's not all. Underneath the pile of clothes, something is moving. Suddenly Selina's curly head pops up from underneath the clothes, glancing with big green kitty eyes to Bruce.

"I'm sorry, B," Selina says, head dropping down. That's when Bruce notices his thorn and shredded sweater in her hands. "I couldn't help myself. You're sweater was so soft."

#36. (Sherlock&Selina) We are not allowed to cook

John, strolling into the kitchen, suddenly bumping into something really disturbing. Selina and Sherlock, standing behind the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables.

"Sherlock, Selina, what are you doing?"

"Sherlock and CAT!" both spat in sync, not looking up from their chopping.

"WHATEVER!" rubs eyes tiredly. "I asked; what are you doing?"

"Cooking.

"No, seriously?"

"Cooking."

"There's a foot lying on the counter!"

"Never heard of 'Stuffed and deep

#37. (Sherlock) I am not allowed to man-handle John in front of the children

Morning, living room in 221 Baker street, John enjoying his morning tea with Bruce, Alfred and Selina when suddenly Sherlock enters the room.

"Come along, John." Cue grabbing the shrub of John's neck as he walks past him, causing John to drop his cup of tea. "There's a criminal to catch," Sherlock continues as he drags John along, ignoring his whimpers of pain.

"Come on, John! There's been a murder!" Sherlock grabs John's arm on the way out, dragging him onto the street. Again, ignoring his scowls of anger.

Bruce and Selina share a smirk before looking over to Alfred.

John walks into the living room to tell Sherlock the good news. The girl from his work finally asked him on a date. "Sherlock, I've been invited to the cinema…-"

"Forget it! We have an important case to solve!" Sherlock grumbles, and Selina laughs her head off.

"I'm so happy I finally was able to date you," John says to the lady he's eating with in a fancy restaurant. "Lately, Sherlock leaves me no free time."

Suddenly two shadows casts over them. Slowly John looks over, meeting two equally wide grins that belong to Sherlock and Selina.

"John, Lestrade just called, let's go!"

#38. (Sherlock) I am not allowed to accept Selina's help to have access to John's laptop

"Hey, that's my computer!" John exclaims, anger boiling up inside as he notices that Sherlock has access to his bank accounts.

"You shouldn't have made your pass word so easy to guess," Sherlock replies with a shrug, not even looking up from his typing. "One would think you wanted ME to hack it."

"Yeah, it was easy, even for me," Selina says from off the couch, cue patting a small pile of cats, stretched out around her. "Really? Your mom's maiden name spelled backwards with the initials of your first pet, your sisters first girlfriend and the phone number of your first babysitter, (which you had a crush on) mixed in one."

"Like I've said," Sherlock says un-impressed. "Child's play."

#39. (Selina) I am not allowed to buy groceries because we need a lot more than I think

"Hey guys, I did the shopping," Selina cries happily, climbing up the stairs and saunters into the living room, over to the kitchen.

"Did you buy milk?" John asks, looking up from his paper.

"What kind of stupid question is that, John?" Sherlock asks, sitting in his arm chair and cleaning his violin bow. "Her name is Cat. She has a major addiction to milk so you really think she will do the shopping and come back with no milk?"

John slaps his forehead tiredly and asks; "Did you buy any other grocery's? Another tired and disappointed sigh coming from Sherlock, rolling his eyes.

"Again, John; Her name is Cat. She has a major addiction to milk so, do you really think she will go to the shops and buy anything else besides milk?"

"No, that's fine!" John sighs, standing up from his chair and walking out the door. "I'll go myself."

"Don't forget the milk, John!" Selina cries excitedly. "We've run out of it. Again!"

#40. (Sherlock) I am not allowed to sleep with my face in John's nuts when Bruce and Selina are around. They might start thinking things

Bruce and Selina sauntering into the room, noticing the couch is occupied by John, reading a paper while Sherlock lies face down in his lap. Face buried in John's nuts.

"Hey, Sherlock! What's up?"

"Bored!" is the muffled reply.

"Right!" Selina snorts, then whispers to Bruce; "and then John keeps reminding us, that he's not gay."

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