110 Targets

Alfred turned off the news report. "Rhelasia peace summit. Do you believe it will be successful?"

"With Luthor there, it likely will." Selina sipped her morning tea. "He's got a vested interest in ensuring all goes well." Setting her cup down, she remarked, "I'm more interested in how Connor and M'gann survive their first day of school."

Bruce looked over his newspaper. "World peace versus high school drama? Of course we know which is more newsworthy."

"Pfft, like any of us care how North and South Rhelasia end up signing their peace treaty. That attack by Cheshire was staged."

"Red Arrow stopped her," Dick argued.

She rolled her eyes. "Luthor's chauffeur, the leggy blond, she's got a robotic arm – missile launcher. She would have stopped the attack if Roy hadn't." She turned her head to Dick. "Have you spoken much with Roy lately? I haven't heard from him in a few months."

"Not since the fog incident."

"I saw he reached out to Kaldur before he faced off against Cheshire."

Bruce lowered his paper. "Should I be surprised to find you in Taipei?"

"You should never be surprised to find me anywhere."

He locked eyes with her, fighting a silent battle. "Were you ever going to tell me about Connor's Cadmus programming?"

"Were you ever going to tell me that you were preparing a mission to have Connor and M'gann go undercover at Belle Reve?" Selina shook her head. "There's no point. The five ice villains have hatched some idiotic plan to break everyone out – freeze and smash. The prison psychiatrist – Strange – is in on it." At their baffled looks, she shrugged, "I keep in touch with Eddie. He likes to brag."

"You keep in touch with the Riddler?" Dick asked in disbelief.

"He's harmless. He gets wrapped up in his riddles and blunders most of his crime sprees."

"I didn't realize you were friendly," Bruce remarked.

Her green eyes flashed. "I am Catwoman."

"I assumed they would take issue when you assisted the League."

"Which time?" Dick glanced between his three guardians.

She smirked. "They assume that I help to keep Batman guessing; and I always have an angle."

"And your relationship with me?"

Dick laughed, "Even I can guess that one."

Aqualad returned to Happy Harbor after the confrontation with Cheshire and Sportsmaster in Taipei. He was concerned about Sportsmaster's disclosure about a mole in the Team. He needed advice.

Catwoman joined him in the cave kitchen. "Do you believe him?"

"Every word that comes from him is suspect, but I cannot ignore his warning."

"And you shouldn't. Some of the best tricks of the trade are to have no tricks at all."

"Should I warn Batman?"

"Unnecessary. If you do, it will question your ability to lead."

"And if I do not, I risk a traitor in our midst."

"No. Not sure if you've noticed, but Batman isn't the most trusting of people. If there's a mole, he'll spot it."

"But he would scrutinize everything much more closely if he knew to look for one."

"And ruin what little time he has to relax and recuperate?" She jabbed him in the chest. "The Team is your responsibility. If there is a mole, you need to find them."

He nodded. "I must investigate without… tipping my hand."

"And I'll help." She crossed her arms and said resolutely, "I can tell you now though, there is no mole."

"I agree."

Her eyes flashed with an idea. "No mole in the Team, but that doesn't mean there isn't one outside the Team." She flexed her fingers. "You said Red Arrow is the only other who knows?"

"He overheard during the confrontation."

"Hmm." Her mind worked through the scenarios. "Let me think about this and get back to you. Tell no one. Be safe, Kaldur."

"Thank you for your assistance."