I didn't remember him carrying me inside. I didn't remember him changing me out of my ragged catsuit, or him tucking me in. And I definitely didn't remember Holly joining me in bed.

My alarm clock read twenty minutes past eleven in the morning, and it wasn't until I tried to sit up that I remembered my injuries. With a gasp and a silent cry, I laid back down and immediately regretted going out the previous night.

"Morning sunshine." Holly groaned next to me, waking the cats at our feet. She looked like she'd hardly slept, like she had stayed up watching me until she crashed.

"Sorry Holly, I didn't mean to wake you." I sighed, wishing I could get up and make her a cup of coffee.

"It's okay Selina. I'm just glad you're okay." Holly smiled as she gradually climbed out of bed, petting the cats good morning.

"With a dislocated collarbone, cracked ribs, fractured wrist, and a sliced clalf? Yeah I've never been happier to be okay." I grinned, trying to lift our spirits.

"Alfred called me this morning around eight, saying he's going to pick you up this afternoon. Something about afternoon tea at Bruce Wayne's. Hope you have something that goes with your sling." Holly pointed at my arm and laughed before searching my wardrobe. "I also took the liberty of burning your catsuit in the fireplace last night. Don't ask why I have three incense burners going when you finally get out of bed."

"Gross. Thanks, but gross." I gagged.

After Holly helped me shower, dressed my wounds, then dressed myself in a simple grey denim tunic dress with black leggings, I checked my phone for the first time since before I went out last night. Nineteen missed calls from Holly, one from Alfred, three from Bruce and one from Lola, my fence.

Feeling popular there Selina?

Calling Lola, I grabbed my tablet and checked my emails. Two from clients, and one faux invite to a gala in a month's time, forwarded from a client.

"Oh good, you are alive." Lola answered.

"Just." I laughed. "Why'd you call?"

"I heard from a former buyer about a jade cat statue that is being auctioned off at the museum in three nights. I know you love those things, so I thought you might be interested." She said, as though cutting out half of the details.

"Who is this former buyer Lola? After the last pair of guys I pinched something for, the last thing I need right now is to walk into a trap." I sighed.

Not that I can walk at the moment.

"Oh, no one you know. Just some old German guy that bought through me a few times a while ago." Lola said quickly, almost nervously.

"Lola, either you're not telling me the truth, or you're making fun of the fact I'm incapable of even walking right now."

"Bit of both. Those guys you pinched for last time? It's them again. Is your line secure? Definitely not bugged?" Lola whispered, starting to freak me out.

"Definitely not bugged. Now spit it out." I said sternly, not in the mood for games. Multitasking, I noticed the gala was a Wayne Enterprises fundraiser. Sorry bucko, I don't think I'll be getting that prized artwork for you this time.

"They're blocking me from accounts, forcing me to do everything cash and face to face. They're calling every day to ensure you're the only person I work with. They want me to set up a fake opportunity for you to steal something. I don't know if they want to meet you or catch you Selina, but something is not right here."

Bastards.

"I'll sort it out Lola. For now, tell them I'm out of action. Last night was too rough."

"Stay safe, Selina. Don't go taking things because you feel like it. They could be watching you." Lola replied in a hushed tone before hanging up. Another customer must have come into her office, or something was up.

"Alfred's here Selina. I'll help you downstairs." I heard Holly say, but I didn't answer, too deep in thought.

"Alfred, why am I coming for afternoon tea? I thought I was on strict bedrest orders." I smirked, noticing Alfred's watching eye in the rear-view mirror as he drove me to the manor.

"Master Bruce has decided to introduce you to some close friends, almost like meeting the family." He answered, eyes returning to the road. Although curious as to whom it was I was meeting, my thoughts returned to Lola and the Suits.

How could it be that the best deal I had gotten in months had such strange consequences?

As we arrived at the manor, I noticed Bruce standing in the drive with an umbrella, shielding him from the rain which I knew really didn't bother him and a crutch, obviously for my own use.

"I hope I'm not underdressed." I smiled softly as Bruce helped me get out of the car, pointing to my basic tunic beneath my black snow coat and everyday snow shoes.

"Not at all." He said quietly, his hand on my back as though he was afraid I'd fall in the thin layer of snow. "You're distracted."

"I am. But that can wait until later." I assured him, making my way up the stairs of the front of the manor.

"Before you meet everyone, you need to know this wasn't exactly an easy decision for everyone. So if someone isn't exactly welcoming, don't be surprised." Bruce warned me as he took my coat from my shoulders and adjusted my sling.

"Understood. But who am I meeting?" I asked, beginning to make my way down the halls towards the main lounging room.

"Family."