After Bruce left for work, Selina only crammed in an hour of sleep before she had to get ready for the day. Who could've told her all the responsibilities that came with being Mrs. Wayne? Sure, they were mostly public appearances to schools and charities and all that kind, but so many in one day took the fun out of it. Of course, she couldn't let that show on tv. Alfred was plenty help getting her started; he managed to collect a list of of all the organizations Martha visited and supported. He also helped street raised Selina become more, aristocratic; a princess training program to say. Her first trip was to sick children at Gotham General, where she read eager looking kids a Dr. Seuss book called The Sneetches. She made art projects in some rooms and played games in others, and the children loved her. Selina's next stop was the foster home that John went to, where she took a bus load of kids to the best ice cream parlor around. Selina smartly planned her day with children first, so she could save her genuine excitement for the kids. The grown ups were rather boring, but she smiled her way through tours and introductions and interviews. The stops to her designers were fun though. Once it was official that Selina was Bruce Wayne's only girlfriend, designers flocked her. Martha Wayne's were the first to approach her, hoping to become a trademark for the Waynes.

Usually she had fun playing dress up, but today her mind was stuck on the kids. Her time with the little souls got her thinking of her own little one. Would they be as excited about the simple luxuries of life, or take everything for granted with their last name? At her apartment, she was supposed to be sketching designs for her collection, but she couldn't help but doodle the petite little features her baby would have. The itty bitty toes; the nimble fingers small enough to wrap around one of mama's fingers. Maybe they could have Bruce's eyes, she always got lost staring in the sea green pools. Bruce's nose was too big for a baby, but hers would do. People had teased her when she'd become Mrs. Bruce Wayne almost two years ago, about just how faithful a playboy could be. If he had 14 girls in 7 days, imagine how many children he could have! Selina obviously knew of Bruce's playboy facade, but it was nothing compared to her coyness with the Batman. The thought made her blush. When they were engaged, Bruce had told her of all the real relationships he'd had. The journalist at Gotham Gazette who always had her nose where she shouldn't. The socialite who Batman discovered was part of a very anti-Wayne family, or cult rather. What caught her attention most was Bruce's relationship with his mentor's daughter. She was a princess of assassins, who kept him company when the world believed Bruce Wayne was dead. Selina was jealous, but if it
hadn't been for Talia, Bruce would truly have been dead.

Jen's entrance startled Selina out of her daydream and she got up to welcome her best friend. The blonde was surprised to see Selina in the apartment, even though she was there every other day. Jen locked her bag in the closet and flopped on the couch next to Selina.

"Designer baby?" She asked in query of the sketchpad she'd picked off the floor.

Selina laughed and shouldered Jen, taking the drawings back.

"I don't know about designer, but classy for sure."

Jen rolled her eyes.

"So what got you doodling babies? Making a new clothes line?"

"That's not a bad idea, but no. Bruce and I are... family planning!" Selina squealed, her face red.

"Already, huh? Doesn't it seem too soon? You haven't even had your second anniversary!" Jen wasn't on board, and Selina had been starting to pick up on her best friend's distaste of her husband.

"Would you cheer up if I told you I want you to be godmother?" Selina looked at Jen with hope glinting in her eyes.

"Fine, fine! As long as it isn't a headache." Jen whined as she got off the sofa.

"Hey! Don't call my baby 'it'!" Selina got defensive of her future baby.

"You going to the gallery tonight?" Jennifer said, diverting the topic as she rummaged through boxes by the mail stand.

"Ooh! Are those more paintings? I've been waiting for two weeks!" Selina happily strode over and Jen gave her way.

"And why can't these be delivered to the Manor?" Jen said complaining about the mess.

"Because it's a long drive over, which means more chance of them being stolen in trucks." Selina informed her while she skimmed the mail receipts.

"And this apartment in Gotham's streets is safe?" Jen pointed out.

Selina turned her attention to her best friend, smiling as if she had the juiciest secret.

"Come here, you open a box." Selina pulled Jen to the pile of cardboard boxes.

Jen rolled her eyes and went along to amuse her friend. The box felt like cardboard alright, but everywhere she pulled, it didn't even make a dent. After two minutes of frustration, a holographic code pad appeared in the middle of the box. Selina proudly bounced her eyebrows at her friend, enjoying her misery, then asked for her to step aside.

"You do know my husband is the CEO of a technology company, right?" Selina directed her attention to the number pad. "The crates only open for me, and if I don't put in the right code if someone tampers with it, the painting will be destroyed. Not a chance of being stolen."

Jen looked bored and walked away to the kitchen to have lunch.

"Oh, there's some other mail for you too! It's on the rack." Jen shouted from the kitchen.

Selina was on the phone to her gallery, listing off the numbers off the barcodes on the boxes. She stuck the phone under her ear and picked up the small box from the mail rack. The box didn't look company owned, with its shiny blue cardboard, and the tiny card stuck to a corner.

To kitty, with love.

She chuckled at the cheesiness, not hearing what the girl on the phone said, and asked her to repeat.

Her long nails tabbed off the tape on the sides, and she froze when she found its content.

On the black felt was a chain, white gold now that she saw it up close, with rhinestones plugged in between jingling pendants. Selina's eyes watered at the sight of it, and that Bruce had gotten it for her. She found it odd that he had it mailed to her, and as she grazed a finger around it, Selina decided she would have Bruce put it on her. Wouldn't that be romantic? After all, they needed all the romance they could get if they were planning a family, not that it was going to be a problem.

The van arrived from the gallery and took the paintings, leading the way as Selina followed behind in her Acura nsx. It was a really hot day, and her ac was full blast during the 15 minutes drive to the Cat's Eye, nevertheless she was relieved once inside the coolness of her shop. There were already some patrons walking around, drinking refreshers as they audited her collections. The older fellows were more sophisticated in their commentary and Selina liked these best. But the younger clientele were less professional and more snooty, picking out on what they didn't understand in an attempt to make themselves appear above Selina. As if given the chance, they could do better; be better curators, or be better Mrs. Bruce Waynes. After four years, these Wayneheads still hadn't gotten over the fact that Bruce Wayne was off the market.

She was still at the Cat's Eye when the day gave way to the night, dropping the temperature outside from 100 to 58 degrees, still the glass doors were kept closed to keep the AC's coolness from escaping. Selina was on the second floor with a couple who was interested in buying a painting, when she got the itch to look outside. There was nothing eye level on the second floor, only the windows of the building across, and below was a quiet downtown street with fancy cars parked next to the sidewalks. But above was the roof, from where Selina knew he was watching her. Her suspicion proved right when he stood up, his cape flowing behind him. The majesty of it made her stomach flutter, she loved it when he did this, but she hated when he did that. In the next blink of an eye, he was gone.

Selina rolled her eyes and went back to attending her clients, who picked an oil painting of a majestic Bengal tiger. They exchanged gratitude and Selina had the painting stowed away for them, then went to break in her office.

She fiddled with her ring as the dial tone rang, and even now as she heard the click of the receiver, her lips spread in glee.

"What street were you raised on? A hello isn't rude you know,"

"Sorry, got a lot on my plate tonight." His choice of words and that dead tone annoyed her, but she knew he wasn't in the mood.

"Anything I can help with?" By now she was bored playing the aristocrat.

"This one I really don't want you involved with kitten," at least he'd called her 'kitten', but this time she picked up a hint of worry in his voice.

"Need anything from me right now, I'm working babe." He subtly asked her to get to the point.

What the hell? He was so cool in the morning, he had even promised to not work tonight.

She wondered how Ellen dealt with John being Nighwing.

"Nothing. Just thought I'd call. I'll see you at home. I love you." Selina knew he wouldn't say it...

"Don't wait up," dial tone rang; he didn't say it.

...And still her heart broke.

She stared at the blue box peeking at her from the top of her purse, and she knew just how to fix his mood.

Bruce Wayne was going to find out why cats liked bells.