"Mom stop!" Barb sighed as she sat in the hospital bed. Her mother was now hurrying around the room trying to make everyone comfortable. "I'm fine!"

"Barbara Louise." Barbara Gordon turned on her daughter. "You can't move your legs. You are not fine! And it's because you're working with that man!"

"Barb?" Selina knocked on the door, with Bruce holding Maggie behind her. He felt a pair of strong eyes on him and saw Jim Gordon, the two men nodded at another and Bruce came further into the room. She rushed over to Barb and hugged her. "What happened?"

"You were right." Barb shrugged. "It was me." She glanced behind Selina to see Bruce, caught his eye for a moment, "Hey Wayne." Then smiled at Maggie. "And how's Maggie doing?"

"Babs can't walk?" Maggie asked as Bruce walked over to the bed.

"Not right now, Maggie." Bruce said quietly, still holding Maggie, he looked down at Barb. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Barb shrugged. She was obviously holding back whatever emotions she was actually feeling, but it seemed mostly due to her mother fretting about. "I'm not in pain, it's just…"

"You're not fine, Babs." Barbara Gordon bit out. "And it's all due…"

"Mom!" Barb gave a strong sigh, looking to her father.

"Let's go get something for Sarah and Jimmy, Barbara." Jim took the hint from his daughter and led his wife and children out of the room, figuring Barb could use a little R&R. He took in the presence of Bruce Wayne for a moment and waved at Maggie as she saw him stare.

"We should go get something to eat too." Bruce touched Selina's shoulder, glancing briefly at Barb, then back at Selina. Guilt and dread settled uncomfortably in his stomach. "Do you want me to get you something?"

"Coffee would be great." Selina smiled. "Thanks."

"Of course." He kissed her on the forehead and left, bouncing Maggie in his arms, talking softly to her and she giggled. The two women watched the party walk out of the room.

"Seems like everything is going well." Barb gave her a knowing smile.

"How did this happen, Babs?" Selina wouldn't let her divert again.

"She came into my room." She sighed. "I drank some kind of poison."

"She?" Her brows furrowed. "Who's she?"

"The boss, Selina." Barb looked down and then back up at Selina. "I know who she is. Does Ra's al Ghul ring any bells to you?"

"Not really." Selina looked unsure, it rang a far distant bell but not enough to recall exactly what the name would bring up.

"Do you remember the crazy poison stuff that happened a couple years back in the Narrows?"

"Yes…" She nodded. "Ah, he's the one that started all of that, but he died."

"His daughter." Her voice lowered. "I still don't know what they're doing but we have to stop them."

"Barb." Selina sat on the edge of the bed. "You can't fight…"

"Not physically." She shrugged. "I was never good at that, but you…"

"I'm not him." Selina cut in.

"Right." Barb agreed. "But he's probably going to need some help with this one. Maybe if you come by later tonight, he might…"

"I'm hanging up that suit." Selina smiled a bit, forgetting the protest that was about to come from Barb, she continued. "Maggie got the insurance."

"That's great!" She said happily. "Mind passing it over here for a couple days…"

"Babs." She had perfect insurance.

"Oh wait, years probably."

"Years?"

"Hell yeah." Barb gave a defiant look. "You think a little poison is going to take me down?"

"Babs." Selina swallowed hard, perhaps this scare was bringing up something in her that she wasn't going to forget anytime soon. She figured now was probably not good to suggest the alternative. In the past she had learned better than to question Barb. This was different. These people knew what they were doing. "You will never cease to amaze me."

"Same to you." A knowing smile passed between the women. Then Barb started again. "So you and Bruce…"

"He's my American." Selina uncharacteristically spilled out, leaving the two to pause.

"Your…" Barb's eyes went wide. "Are you sure?"

"It's crazy, I know." Selina put up her hands in defense.

"Have you…" Barb's mind went around a million times a minute. She wondered what this new revelation would do to the couple or more so, what kind of other types of conversation it would open them up. "Have you guys talked about it?"

"No." Her head shook. "I'm not really sure how to say 'hey remember when you saved the girl with the stab wound? Yeah that was me.'"

"That's a good start." Barb shrugged. "But you might want to be more specific."

"What's a good start?" Bruce walked in with coffee in his hand.

"Where's Maggie?" Selina asked.

"Your aunt is eating with all the kids." He came up to her and gave her the coffee.

"Where's my dad?" Barb questioned.

"Here." Jim walked into the room, an air of tenseness came into it. He looked towards the taller, younger man standing next to his surrogate niece. "You're good with Maggie, Mr. Wayne."

"Thank you." Bruce felt compelled to say sir at the end from refrained. "And it's Bruce."

"She's really taken to you, Bruce." He titled his head as he stood across from the couple, on the other side of Barb's bed. Barb sincerely wished they could have been able to talk about the issue at hand instead of watching Selina looked annoyed at Jim, Bruce giving a weary eye and Jim eyeing the man like he had just told him that he was the Joker. Alter-egos were really a pain in the ass sometimes.

"She's a great girl." Bruce smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Selina has done a great job."

"She has." Jim nodded, then gazed down at Barb. He never wanted to see her like this. Although she was putting on a good face, he knew that somewhere this was killing her. Her independence was partially lost and he didn't have the heart to tell her it might be forever. "I'm going to try to get a lead on this woman."

"Woman?" Bruce's curiosity got the best of him.

"Talia al Ghul." Barb stated, intently watching Bruce for any signs that he might break, only for a mere second did he let the astonishing news wash over him. "Know her?"

"Anyway." Jim sighed. "I have to get back to work."

He was about to turn down the hall, when a hand caught him on the arm and he turned to find Selina standing there.

"Uncle Jim." Unexplored emotion was boiling beneath the surface, he knew exactly what she was going to ask. "Maggie? She's…"

"Don't worry, Selina." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Instead his eyes were saddened, tired, and nervous. "We'll get her."

"Don't you think you should be with them?" Barb sighed, frustrated that the doctors were making her stay overnight. It wasn't like they could do anything. In any case she had gotten off lucky. Hell she could deal with the loss of a couple of limbs for a while.

"It's only six, I highly doubt he's going to want to meet in broad daylight." Selina said quietly as she reclined in the chair next to Barb. "I really hate hospitals."

"You're preaching to the choir." She bit the inside of her cheek in thought before going further. "How is it going with you two?"

"I…" Selina took a moment to think things through. "It's good."

"That I can tell." Barb rolled her eyes. "But how are you handling everything?"

"I'm… fine, just…" Another pause. "I feel guilty on one side and another…I'm…"

"You're allowed to be happy, Selina." Barb smiled. "It's good to see you actually happy with someone."

"It feels good." Her voice was so low, almost as she didn't even want to hear the words coming from her mouth.

"And the guilt?" She questioned. "Is that because of…you know?"

"That." Selina agreed. "But there's another thing and this is as much as it is my fault."

"You guys haven't talked about the past."

"And not just China, but my past." Tilting her head upwards, she closed her eyes. "How do you tell someone about a lunatic of a mother and a sister that was headed in the same direction without making yourself sound insane? Plus the whole, well hell, I'm a member of a couple of the most hated mob families in America, let alone Gotham. It's not something you go shouting to the roofs."

"So you're not going to tell him about your… fondness for catsuits?" Barb received a glare and she shrugged. "All things come out in time, my friend. There's no stopping it. Besides I'm sure there's plenty of secrets that Wayne has up his sleeves."

"The only thing that could top that is if he were Batman." Selina sighed. Before Barb could retort, Selina's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Selina, Felicia." One of her close colleagues at the auction house. "We have an appointment for you Monday."

"Can't you get someone else?"

"They asked for the head of the prints and drawings." Selina could practically hear the rolling of the eyes. "Apparently, they need to check the provenance on a print and they quote don't want anyone but the best and the head of the department is the best unquote…"

"That's flattering." Selina commented dryly.

"Rich people are such snobs sometimes." Felicia agreed. "Anyway, they said they were going to come around at two, with the print. Oh, and I think they said they were interested in buying some other ones…with your advice of course."

"Of course." She sighed. "That's fine, but I'm leaving work right after."

"As long as you make this client happy, I don't care if you steal from the Gotham Art Museum." Felicia stated. "See you tomorrow, Selina."

"Bye." Selina clicked off the phone and looked towards Barb. "I hate demanding clients."

"Could be worse." Barb shrugged. "You could be stuck in the hospital without the ability to move your legs."

There was a moment of silence between the women as they took in the sick humor. Both had lost themselves to their thoughts. Barb was the first to speak.

"Would it be so bad to wear the suit…"

"And have Uncle Jim arrest me?" Selina's brow lifted. "No thank you."

"He hasn't arrested Batman."

"Batman hasn't stolen anything."

"He's assaulted cops, not to mention thugs and the like, damaged public property, and is wanted for crimes he didn't commit." Barb shrugged. "I don't think stealing has anything on that."

"Why do you want me to do this so bad?" Selina questioned.

"I think he's going to need help." Barb stated plainly. "He may have taken down the bad guys before but…my dad's getting up there…"

"That's why you were stepping in." She nodded. "And that's why you think Dick started to join the forces."

"Pretty much." Barb agreed.

"So you want me to help."

"I scratch your back, you scratch mine."

Bruce searched furiously on the database. He knew that Ra's had a daughter, since he had briefly mentioned her. But it wasn't the topic up for discussion for the time that he had spent in the League of Shadows. Therefore not only was the computer working overtime but his mind was as well. Plus he couldn't get past that Maggie was next…

"She is a fascinating looking woman." Alfred commented as one of the monitors held the hotel camera that Barb had been staying at. He knew that any member of the League could have blocked out any camera activity if they wanted to, however, she didn't. She wanted him to know who she was.

"Her mother's side." Bruce grumbled, remembering what her father had looked like. "Barb said something about taking Gotham down by its heart…"

"If I may, sir." Alfred's tone forced Bruce to look at him. "Underneath all the grit and grim that is Gotham's top layer, there has always been a good heart to it's people. A strong heart. A heart that will never forget its past and still clings to it in many ways."

"These attacks?" He shrugged. "What's the point, what kind of message are they trying to send?"

"Ever since Batman that heart has gotten stronger and the layer of grim has almost become a thing of the past…"

"She's targeting me." His jaw clenched. "She knows."

"Perhaps." Alfred answered. "But the person that she and everyone else knows is the Commissioner. If anything he is also the heart of Gotham that refused to stand down when all the corrupt beings took over. He's the one that suffered for many years trying to make this city a livable one."

"You think it's people that Batman and Gordon have connections with." Bruce crossed his arms, trying to take it all in. No wonder Gordon's wife and daughter hadn't been touched. Richard, Jimmy, Barb, and…. "What about Maggie?"

"As you said before," Alfred regretting putting more unease into the young man, "they know who you are, which means they know how close Ms. Kyle is to the Commissioner. And how close you two are getting."

The phone rang, Bruce placed it on speaker and didn't feel a need to greet the person, only a handful of people had access to this number. Lately it had only been one of them calling.

"It's a pattern!" Barb's voice rang out through the caverness space.

"A pattern?" Bruce's eyes narrowed.

"Dick helped, Jimmy was innocent, I helped…."

"Maggie is innocent." He cut in. "What's the point?"

"There's going to be another after Maggie." She said quietly.

"We haven't gotten another print." Glancing towards Alfred, who seemed to understand what the young woman was saying, Bruce placed both hands on the desk, leaning over the microphone.

"That doesn't matter." A sigh came over her. "You know that they'll never stop. That this is going to continue until Gotham is gone. I read your files. We both know that this League or whatever is going to keep coming back until we're all gone."

"I think what Dr. Grayson is trying to say," Alfred had to cut in, "being much too dismal for my taste, is that stopping the League of Shadows is a necessary evil. You will have to cut off all the ties that they have placed in Gotham."

"I'm not going to…"

"Killing isn't the answer." Alfred hurried to the point. "But getting rid of these people, move them out, don't save them."

"So the Joker, Dr. Quinn, Talia, any remaining members of the league and the woman that Dr. Quinn has been talking to." Bruce began to list the people.

"Yeah…" Barb's voice came through once again. "About that woman…"

"Dr. Quinn?'

"No," She corrected. "The one that Dr. Quinn has been talking to."

"What about her?" Bruce asked, feeling a need to brace himself.

"So you haven't gone through my files."

"I took the liberty of doing so." Alfred's brows knitted in confusion, then an idea hit him, but Barb beat him to it.

"Well I hate to ruin the mystery woman's cover." She didn't at all. "But she's a bit closer to my family than any of us want to admit. Not to mention a couple other families."

"What do you mean?" Bruce knew he should have just looked through the files… for everyone's safety and his own piece of mind.

"Her name is Maria Bertinelli." Barb explained. "At least when I knew her it was. Her maiden name was Vitti."

"Vitti?" He repeated. "The Chicago crime family, a branch of the Falcone family."

"Right." Barb said. "When Brain Kyle, her first husband died, she got remarried, to Franco Bertinelli…"

Bruce felt his blood run cold. He knew that Bertinelli was not a nice figure, and that was putting it far too mildly.

"When Franco died, it was due to a… miscommunication." She continued. "On the wife's part, to keep her out of the Maroni's hands, the Vittis locked her in Arkham."

"Why keep her out of Maroni's hands?" Bruce felt like he knew the answer but wanted to make sure.

"All I know about that is that it was their side of the deal that went sour on Bertinelli's part, hence Franco dying. However, they knew that it was because of the wife, aka Mrs. Bertinelli, aka Mrs. Kyle, aka Ms. Vitti…."

"There's a lot of aliases going on here." Bruce muttered.

"There's one more." She sighed. "I'm surprised that you haven't figured it out..."

Remaining silent, he knew but he needed someone else to confirm it.

"It's Selina's mother." There was a pause. "Oh my God."

"What?" Bruce was suddenly at attention.

"I…uh…you need to have a talk with Selina." She said quickly. Barb had just come up with something and he needed to know, she was withholding evidence.

"What?"

"She…shit…well…you know how Maggie…damn it.." Bruce noted that Barb should never be put under heavy scrutiny, or torture. Although, she had kept this secret for so long. "Just…you guys need to talk."

"As Batman?" Bruce glanced over at Alfred, who appeared calm, but was obviously just as confused as he was. Women in their early twenties were so baffling.

"Well…sort of." She paused. "I don't know. This involves you two and you two need to figure it out."

"What involves us two?"

"Not to be completely evasive here..."

"Too late." Although he felt like he knew what she was implying, wanting him to tell Selina that he was Batman, but at the same time, Barb was suggesting that Selina also had secrets besides this family connection.

"But," Barb was disgruntled. "Secrets always have a way of coming out."

"I was wondering when you were going to drop by for a visit." Maria folded her hands on the table and watched the young woman walk into the room. Harley stood on the side, observing.

"I'm surprised you've been able to keep Joker in line for as long as you did." Talia sat on the other side, taking up the same posture as the woman before her. "Not many people can do that."

"My thanks to you." She replied. "We can only bargain with his freedom, but I'm afraid that's going to run out soon. He's been taking some initiatives that we can't afford."

"We'll take care of it." Talia assured her. "He's only one man."

"Ms. Al Ghul," Maria let her cold smirk caress her lips. "As I'm sure you know, one man can ruin everything."

"We'll take care of it." She repeated, her exotic accent filling the space. "Mr. Maroni held up the end of his deal nicely, but strangely enough his men drove me to Arkham."

"Joker told him that the deal was to kill me off." Her tone flat, beyond emotion. "Umberto should know not to make deals with the Joker."

"Besides the fact that he killed Mr. Maroni, yes, I could see how one comes to that conclusion." Talia nodded her head slightly. "Which is so surprising that you're taking this deal so lightly."

"Appearances can be deceiving, Ms. Al Ghul, you know that."

"Indeed." Talia pursed her lips together. "I'm assuming that there is another reason I driven to Arkham, to come to this cell."

"Look at us women, taking the reigns of what is left of this city." Maria started. "All the men have gone out to play and showing off their brawns but none of their brains. They run around like headless horses out there, beating, shooting, killing each other and we have to clean up this mess." She paused. "And I for one am sick of it. When Gotham falls there will be need for it to rise again. I feel as though we're on the same page, Ms. Al Ghul, we need to destroy a city, burn it to the ground."

"You want to rebuild Gotham?" Her brows narrowed.

"I'm sure you weren't too happy that your mountain paradise was ruined when Mr. Wayne came to visit." Maria cocked her head. "Besides wouldn't it be nicer to be more surface level, closer to the action? Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a whole army of people rather than a small troop? The city will be needing a bright light and they won't care who it is, just as long as they get it."

There was a silence between the women as an understanding passed through them. Although Harley had some idea of where this conversation was leading to, she didn't bother to inject, or rather she couldn't. Gotham as a place to rebuild for the League of Shadows, what would they plan from there. Another fact hit her partially hard, Wayne? As in Bruce Wayne? He was in the League of Shadows, even after all those benefits and everything that his parents, foundation and such had done? Hell, she was even a recipient of a Wayne scholarship. This city was truly collapsing. Thank God she was going to get out and away from the people that seemed to know her the best.

"You're quite good at reading people, Mrs. Bertinelli." Talia stood, a small smile on her face. "I wouldn't doubt that you made an excellent dealer."

"I got rid of my husband didn't I?" She questioned. "Or should I say husbands."

"Do you think your side of the family would be interested in this?" Glancing at her perfectly manicured nails, Talia completely ignored the woman in the corner, her shifting back and forth.

"Depends." Maria's slightly wrinkled face came into a smile. "They would want to see terms before agreeing to anything."

"Do the terms truly matter, Mrs. Bertinelli?"

"Terms always matter."

"I'm sure you know what we're capable of." Talia walked towards the table.

"Fully." Maria's voice was calm as she stared at the young women who was towering over her. She had been in worse situations than this. "But are you aware of we're capable of?"

Barbara Gordon peaked out to the living room from behind the corner as she cooked in the kitchen.

"Do you think they're going to kill each other?" Barb wheeled her way up to her mother, also taking a glance towards the three men in the living room, watching the children play on the floor, but once in a while a quieter round of laughter would come through the home but the three women in the kitchen weren't exactly sure if it was being polite or they actually meant it.

"Uncle Jim would have done it by now." Selina sighed, as she cut some of the cucumbers, placing them into the bowl.

"I can't believe he brought his butler." Barbara Gordon pursed her lips.

"Alfred is less of a butler and more like family." Selina explained quietly. "He's the one that raised Bruce when his parents died. He's practically Bruce's father."

"He's probably the one preventing Jim from taking a swing at Mr. Wayne." Mrs. Gordon smiled, looking over at Selina, she gave her a shoulder rub, trying to elevate the tension in Selina's shoulders. Selina smiled back, relaxing only a small amount. "Oh Selina, calm down. Let Jim warm up to him. All we know of the man is what we read and the little that we've interacted with him. The good thing is he doesn't seem like the papers make him out at all."

"He's not." Selina barely spoke above a whisper.

"Well good." Mrs. Gordon nodded. "Besides if he can get hot wheels over here talking to him again, he can't be that bad."

The two younger women stared at her in surprise. The older woman looked at them and shrugged.

"Mom." Barb sat in her chair, mouth agape, a small curve to her lips.

Selina started the laughter, trying to contain it before Mrs. Gordon lapsed into a fit. Finally Barb just sat there shaking her head.

"Well the conversation seems quite lively in here." Alfred commented as he smiled at the women recovering from their giggles.

"Speak for yourself." Barb mumbled as she wheeled her way out of the kitchen into the living room. Secretly she was happy that her mother was starting to take things in stride instead of dragging her feet with each step. But for the sake for keeping up with appearances, she gave out "Assholes." Before leaving the room.

"Oh Babs, come on." Selina took a breath trying to stops, Barb left the room.

"Did you need something Alfred?" Mrs. Gordon questioned, smiling. "Or are you tired of trying to prevent my husband from shedding any blood?"

"No bloodshed yet, Mrs. Gordon." He replied. "The two seem less on edge than from when we first arrived. I think they've settled on hockey as a neutral topic."

"Hockey?" Selina raised a brow.

"I take it Bruce isn't a sports guy?" Mrs. Gordon smirked.

"Not that I'm aware of." She shrugged. "I didn't even know he knew about hockey, or any sport for that matter."

"Master Wayne plays a round of polo every once in a while. He tends to side with the extreme sports though." Alfred offered and was quick to add, "Did you need any help in preparation?"

"You're a guest, please go relax." She tried to shoo him away.

"I couldn't possibly…"

"Mom!" A shout from Barb interrupted them. "Where's the album from when we were in high school?" A pause. "Never mind, dad has it!"

"Shit." Selina hurried out of the kitchen and into the living room. She saw the horror before her. Barb just opening the album and Bruce was already at the fireplace mantle, where a plethora of pictures sat. He was studying them intently and her stomach dropped as she watched his face turn into stone when he paused at a picture of Holly, Barb and she right before she left for Oxford. Her heart pounded in her chest, it was the picture that was closest to what she looked like in China, only without the hunger pains, the broken nose, the scar on her stomach. She knew instantly that he remembered as he stayed on that picture for a while, even as she approached him.

Selina went up to him, as the others in the room decided that the high school album was much more entertaining. Maggie and Jimmy were content playing quietly on the floor.

"When was this taken?" His voice was raw, she didn't know with what but there was something he was repressing.

"Right before I left for Oxford." She answered.

"Your nose is different." Bruce didn't look at her just the picture. "Not a lot just…"

"My nose was broken in Iraq." Selina took a breath, he turned to her and moment of clarity passed through his eyes. "A year or so later. I was a girl stuck with a broken nose and a slashed stomach, captured. A man… a stranger, an American, helped me. We were in the same room." She swallowed. "He saved my life."

A moment passed between the couple before it was broken, it had not gone unnoticed by some of the members in the room.

"Dinner!" Mrs. Gordon bellowed, as Alfred chuckled behind her, making a mental note to do that at one of Bruce's gatherings. Everyone made their move towards the kitchen. The couple didn't move for a moment.

"Bruce…" Selina whispered, before she felt him take her hand, she looked down in surprise and then back at him.

"Later." He nodded.

"'ruce! Cece!" Maggie ran up to them, and Bruce readily picked her up and she giggled. "Eat!...please."

They had been fine at dinner and after. Bruce impressed the Gordons and Alfred's little quips about when Bruce was a boy charmed them. Even Jim was amiable to the younger man as they came up with more topics of neutral conversation, politics had somehow gotten mixed in there. Bruce was even calling him Mr. Gordon by the end of the night and Jim was content to keep it that way, at least for a while. Alfred laughed on the inside at the certain power shift that had happened. However it didn't take long for him to notice the strain between the couple that everyone seemed to ignore or not notice due to their jovial outward appearances.

They had been quiet on the way home, except for Maggie's constant chattering between her and Alfred and occasionally the two adults she sat between. They had been quiet going up the stairs as Maggie slept on Bruce shoulder. They had been quiet putting Maggie to bed and Bruce stood in the door as Selina kissed the girl's head good night. They were quiet as Selina walked towards him as he closed the door behind her and they walked into the kitchen.

"Bruce…" She began.

"How long have you known?" He asked, looking at her.

"Maybe a week." Selina answered. "Since Babs's accident."

He nodded.

"Are you…"

"No." Bruce shook his head. "Just surprised."

"Oh."

"Are you…"

"Same." She shrugged. "Surprised." There was a pause before she questioned. "Why were you there?"

"Selina." Taking a heavy breath, he tried to come up with something, anything, that could make sense. Here he was talking with a woman that he never thought he would see again, but yet there she was. "I…just needed to get away."

"So you chose to runaway to hang out with criminals?" Her eyes narrowed. "You know exactly why I was there, I didn't have a choice. You did. So why there?"

"I…" Entrapment, it loomed in his head like a virus.

"You said you were doing research." She almost laughed.

"Selina." Collecting his thoughts, he moved towards her and she stood her stance. "There are some things we need to talk about…We…I have…a difficult time. And I can't tell you right now because there's a lot going on."

"What are you talking about?" Selina stared at him in disbelief. "I know that the Gordons…"

"It's not just that…" He started. "It's…"

The phone rang. She sighed in disappointment and saw that it was Barb, strange, she looked to Bruce who nodded and she picked it up.

"What is it Babs?" Selina said into the phone.

"Is Bruce with you?" Barb's voice was rushed and Bruce could hear it through the phone, he had heard that voice right before…

"Yeah, why?" She glanced towards the man whose stare turned intimidating, and similar to one she had seen...

"Ask him if he's heard anything."

"No." Bruce answered for himself, confused.

"He said no." Selina stated when Barb didn't answer. "What's going on?"

"Selina," Barb suddenly turned solemn. "I called the police."

"Why would you…"

"Today is the closing night of Hamlet on at the State Street Theater between forty second and forty first." A pause. "I'm so sorry."

"Babs…?" Hearing that made Bruce leap into action and head straight for Maggie's room. Then left the door open as he began to survey the apartment with great speed, going from room to room. After a while he settled back to Maggie's doorway, just standing there. "Bruce what are you…"

"Selina," Barb spoke now. "Just don't be alone tonight."

"Babs I have no idea…" Selina's heart rate jumped.

"Selina." Bruce stood in Maggie's doorway, which she could see from the kitchen. His face had fallen but he was doing his best to hide it well. Slowly, she made her way over to the door that she had been at only twenty minutes ago. Horror filled her being as she stared at an empty bed. There wasn't any signs of a struggle, just the sheets folded back. Just then, Barb's voice came through the phone once more.

"They have her, Selina."

Thank you soo much for the reviews and PMs! All of them made my day! I actually giggled when I saw five and getting the suggestions are always awesome and though you may not see them in this story, be prepared for others to follow :) Every review pushes me to be a better writer, so please let me know what you think, feel and anything else that comes to mind, I love hearing it!

EV