Hunter's Moon

By Serena

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Bruce and I were scouring the rooftops of Gotham, but the city was strangely quiet, especially for this time of night. No signs of hostiles, no petty crimes... nothing. The streets were silent and dark, the innocent citizens seemed to understand that something was eerie, and the only noise was the wind howling around us.

"This feels off," Bruce growled, as he crouched on the corner of a rooftop.

I had to agree. "Yeah, it does. Something doesn't feel right. I don't like this."

"Neither do I."

A pause. My sharp Amazonian hearing tried to pick up anything - but other than a few stray cats, nothing.

"There was someone else Jim mentioned," I said. "Bane. Any idea who that is?"

Bruce shook his head. "I haven't heard anything yet. Could be just a mob kingpin... Or just another random criminal. He's not important right now."

I nodded, then frowned, making my way towards his side of the roof. "Bruce... I've been thinking. Arkham is full of crazy people - people who were chanting something relating to Ra's al Ghul."

"I know."

"Don't you think that would be the prime place for a breakout?" I demanded. "That whole place reeks of corruption. Crane could be a part of it."

"I know. That's why I tapped into his office security cameras. I should've done that a long time ago..." He shook his head, as if irritated at himself. "But I don't trust him, like you said. He could be a part of this. I've tapped into the Arkham alarm system, in case anything happens."

"You are something else."

"I try."

There was a loud shriek of a cat below, but still, no sign of anything else. After several minutes, we moved on, slowly, quietly making our way over Gotham's rooftops, scanning the dark city below. For some odd reason, I started thinking about Themyscira and my mother. I imagined her cold ferocity, her rage. I imagined her flying down on Gotham, ready to make war. If she only knew what Ares had done... What he was planning to do.

"Hey, c'mere," Bruce suddenly growled, and took the back of my neck with one hand, pressing a kiss quickly to my lips.

After a moment, I pulled back. "What was that for?" I asked softly. He wasn't prone to physical contact in the uniform. But tonight was different, in more ways than one. Tonight, it almost felt like the breaking point, like everything led up to these few dark hours.

He didn't respond, just gazed down at me; and I knew, deep down, he was wondering if we would make it out tonight... alive.

I clasped his hand in mine, gripped it in a warrior's grasp, and said firmly in Themysciran, "Bruce, we'll be fine. We - "

A crackle through our earcoms; Bruce stiffened and touched his pointed ear. "Jim?"

"There's been a breakout!" shouted Gordon.

Batman and I both tensed; Batman whirled in the direction of the prison. "Blackgate?"

"No," yelled Gordon, "You were right, Batman - you were right! It's at Arkham! The whole security system was shut down - the alarms, everything! And all the inmates - they all have weapons!"

Bruce started to reply, but then, several explosions burst throughout Gotham city; screaming, yelling, and gunfire erupted like a violent, chaotic wave in response to the bombs. Men poured into the streets below us, holding and waving guns, shouting, laughing... Dozens of sirens shrieked to life...

Bruce and I looked at each other in grim horror.

It had begun.


Helena Bertinelli


The Question stared down at her for a long moment. She felt his breath hitch ever so slightly.

"What, now you're shy?" she drawled, feeling deliciously in control of the situation. Her lips twisted in a wry smile; she folded her arms over her chest. "Come on, Q... I know you don't give up that easily..."

He cleared his throat. "How did you know?" he asked, in that low, rough voice. She could almost see those piercing green eyes behind that faceless mask.

Helena pulled back, still uncertain of how to handle the detective. "Despite what you think, I'm not an idiot," she said coolly. "I pick up on a few things here and there, Detective. But you knew I'd figure it out, didn't you?" she accused.

"I did," he said, sounding more collected, back to his old self.

Helena paused, studied him. It was eerie how she could almost see his face beneath the mask. Her eyes narrowed again. "You wanted me to figure it out," she said in a low voice.

A pause, and he nodded slowly. "I did."

"Why?" she demanded furiously. "Was it a test? To see if I was trustworthy? That I could handle myself?"

"No. Well, in a way," he conceded. "I wanted to see how you would deal with the situation."

"What, did you think that me figuring our your creepy disguise would change something between us? That I'd partner up with you?"

He said nothing in reply.

"Newsflash, Sage: I don't like cops. They just get in the way - you more than any other cop I've ever met. First you follow me around as a cop, and now you're trying to suit up? Sure," she snarled, backing away. "So, thanks, but no thanks, Q. I'll do this on my own."

He started after her. "Tonight's not a good night to be stupid," he said bluntly.

"Good thing I'm not stupid," she snapped, storming away from him.

"If you go out there alone, you are," he retorted.

She hesitated. "Better alone than with you," she hissed. And she turned on her heel and took off down the alley.

But before she reached the street, the building directly across the street exploded, bursting into flames; and gunfire blared out into the night. Screaming followed.

Helena halted, ducked back into the alley, and peered around the corner to see a group - no, an entire mob of men running down the street with guns, shouting, yelling, hooting, firing their guns into the air. She drew her bow, sucking in a sharp breath. Diana had been right - this was going to be bad. She lifted her gun to fire it into the air onto a building -

A hand clasped over her arm. She glared up into the face of the Question.

"I think," said Question brusquely, as he pulled out his gun from inside his overcoat, "that you're going to need my help on this one."

Helena's eyes narrowed.


"Jim, cover the Narrows if you can," Bruce snarled as we raced in the Tumbler towards Arkham. "See if you can keep the criminals from leaving that area. We'll get to Arkham and try to contain the situation, get the security system working again."

"Someone hacked it," Jim said over the chaotic noise. "I don't know how, but - "

"We'll take care of it," Bruce interrupted. "Just do the best you can. We'll be there as soon as we're finished with Arkham."

"Roger that," Gordon shouted. "Gordon out."

I stared up at the sky through the roof of the Tumbler. "Think it was Crane?"

"Don't know. We'll find out after."

"I need to go airborne, get a better view," I said. "I'll follow overhead."

"All right. Keep an eye out," said Batman warily.

"Will do." I opened the Tumbler's hatch and burst up into the air, flying directly overhead. As I scanned the city streets, I saw a small group of men attacking a young woman. I burst down, threw several batarangs, and landed among the pile of men. The young woman was no more than a teenage girl, with bushy blonde hair.

The girl stared at me. "You punched Sal!" she shrieked, staring at me and one of the unconscious men in horror.

My eyes narrowed. Was she serious? I was about to reply when I felt air rushing towards me; I whirled around and stopped a fist about to hit my face. It was a woman - one I'd seen before - both in the police station, and at the club where I'd been reunited with Helena. Short black hair, icy green eyes. She'd been a dancer at the club.

"Selina, look out!" the girl screamed.

The woman, Selina, growled and tried to punch me again; and I had to admit that she had some impressive fighting moves, but she was raw, untrained, no match for me.

"Selina!" the girl wailed.

"Shut up, Holly!" the woman snarled, trying a roundhouse kick.

"I don't have time for this," I growled, and in one short move, I lashed out with an uppercut to her chin; she sprawled back onto the ground.

"Hey!" screamed the girl, and she tried to hit me.

"Oh, Hera," I snarled, and picked up the unconscious Selina and the girl, Holly, under each arm. The girl screamed, clawing at me. "Relax," I said coldly. "I'm not going to hurt you." Still keeping an eye on the Tumbler below, I set Selina and Holly down on the roof of a passing building; the girl stumbled, crouched beside her unconscious friend, and stared at me.

"Wait!" she cried, "Where are you going?"

"Look around you," I snapped, hovering for just a moment. "Stay hidden. You shouldn't be out this late, anyway."

As I soared after the Tumbler, Bruce's voice came through the com, curious.

"What was that about?"

"Don't ask," I muttered, keeping my eyes on the streets below.

A sudden wind swept up through the air, whipping my hair into my face; I tried to shake it out -

And something crashed into me from the side, shooting me through the air, so hard that the wind was knocked out of me, and I couldn't breathe, couldn't regain my flight, couldn't stop myself from falling -

"Diana!" I heard Bruce roar through a muddled haze. "Diana, are you all right?"

But before I could respond, I hit the roof of a building with a grunt, sliding to a stop. Holding back a groan, I picked myself up and found myself face to face with the last person I wanted to see... but the person I had most expected to see. My hands instantly clenched into fists, with one hovering to the sword sheathed at my back.

And in the midst of the chaos, a tall figure alighted on the building in front of me, his white hair billowing in the cold wind, and his eyes glittering. He licked his lips and grinned at me.

"Hello, again, Princess. We didn't get to finish our last conversation."

My eyes narrowed; I steeled myself, drawing myself to my full height. My body remembered all the injuries, all the pain I'd endured last time. But it only made me angrier, more determined. "No, we didn't, Ares," I hissed coldly. "I think I forgot to say a few things."

"DIANA!" Batman roared.

"Batman, go," I snapped into the earcom.

"Like hell," he snarled. I could hear the engine revving as he swerved the Tumbler around.

"Just go!" I argued fiercely. "You're needed there - let me handle this."

"Diana - I'm not fighting you on this!" Batman seethed. "Last time -"

"No - You were right," I interrupted in a growl, ignoring Ares' smug, amused grin. "You were right."

"Diana!"

"Just go - Gordon needs you more. This..." I glared up at Ares. "This one's mine."

Ares smirk widened. "I'm flattered," he said slyly.

This would have to be quick. If I survived, that was...

"I'm not losing you!" thundered Batman.

"You won't," I said quietly, firmly. "Wonder Woman out." And I turned off the link. Bruce needed to be focused; he had Arkham to deal with. He could handle it. And Ares... This would have to be fast. The longer people fought, the more chaos that arose, the longer he and I clashed, the stronger he'd get. I couldn't afford to lose. Too much at stake.

Well, that was it. I couldn't lose. Simple as that.

In the mist of the pandemonium around me, my Amazon instincts roared to life, and in the dark, I smiled and crouched into a ready position.

"Shall we?"


Bruce Wayne


All he saw was red. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white beneath his gloves. Although every instinct, every feeling screamed at him to turn the Tumbler around, he knew, unfortunately, that she was right. She had her own battle to fight, and this time, she was prepared. Determined. There was that fire in her voice, that steely darkness that inhabited his own heart. That grim determination. They both knew the consequences of failure tonight. As much as he wanted to protect her, as much as he wanted to keep her safe... He knew he couldn't. Hell, she was an Amazon. She was a warrior.

But it frightened him how much he relied on her, how much he needed her. He'd never admit it out loud; the concept was disturbing. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if she weren't there. But he had to trust her. He had to. There was nothing left to do. Gotham was in chaos, in flames fanned by Ares's lust for blood and power and death. They each had their own missions to accomplish, and he knew it.

But she was more than a partner. She was a part of him. Two halves of a broken, twisted whole.

He couldn't lose her. He couldn't lose her.

Fueled by rage, by cold, grim determination, he jumped out of the Tumbler as it neared the rowdy Arkham, shot his grappling hook onto one of the asylum's turrets, and alighted above a gargoyle, glaring down. After assessing the situation briefly, he released several batarangs into the air. They exploded, engulfing the asylum yard into clouds of smoke. The inmates running around starting coughing, and most started to waver under the cloud's chemical effects. Rising, Bruce slipped on a mask for his lower face, stretched... And dropped down into the chaos.

There was a short, ominous silence in the cloud... and then the Dark Knight attacked.


Helena Bertinelli


Night's still young, and Gotham's a dirty mess, Helena thought. She was covered in dirt and blood, her own mixed with criminals she'd taken down, but she wasn't even tired. But where the hell are Diana and Wayne?

She let loose another several arrows, while Question tackled another thug to the ground and finished him off with a vicious uppercut to the jaw. Helena whirled around to face him, saw a line of red on Question's back - She looked up and saw a sniper aiming directly at him -

"Sniper!" she snarled at Question, and instantly fired another arrow, adrenaline rushing through her veins. The sniper, startled by her declaration, paused, and was hit in the chest with her arrow. The sniper let out a shout of pain, dropped his gun... and fell over the roof he'd been perched on.

A second later, he hit the ground, dead.

Question jumped to his feet, pulled his gun out of its holster, and pointed it at the downed sniper. The detective hurried over to the sniper and turned him over with a foot. "Dead," he declared flatly.

"His fault," said Helena flatly. "He fell. My arrow didn't kill him."

Question's head tilted towards her. "Not blaming you," he said, sounding almost surprised. "This is a war. Casualties happen."

Helena hid her surprise as she studied the detective carefully. "Yeah. I know." She was about to add something else, but her earcom crackled.

"Bertinelli," she heard Wayne snap in his gruff Batman voice.

Helena's eyes narrowed; she touched a hand to her earcom. "How'd you get this frequency?"

"My partner. Now listen," he ordered, and she heard a grunt, followed by a snap and a howl of pain. "We don't have much time. Wonder Woman's fighting Ares, and the more time this war goes on, the stronger he gets." Another crack, and an agonized scream.

"What the hell? Why's she fighting that bastard alone?" Helena seethed.

Question stepped forward, inclined his head as if to listen in on her conversation.

"Not my choice," Batman snarled. "But now's not the time. I need you in the Narrows, now. Gordon's got his hands full - I need you to take down as many criminals as you can, as quickly - " He grunted, punched another thug - "as you can. Understood?"

Helena grit her teeth. "I'm not your soldier, but I'll do it for D - " She hesitated, glanced at Question. "For Wonder Woman."

"Hurry. I'm at Arkham trying to control the situation here. But the Narrows is still under heavy fire."

"Got it. On my way." She turned, started for her hidden bike. Question started after her, his long strides easily meeting her quick footsteps.

"Was that Batman?" he demanded.

"Yup."

"What did he say?"

"Narrows. It's bad," she said shortly, pulling out her keys. "Gotta go."

"What's happening with Wonder Woman?" Question persisted. "What's really going on?"

"Can't explain," she said, throwing a leg over her bike. But Question grasped her arm - not roughly by any means, but she tensed.

"Try me," he said.

Helena stiffened, and he pulled his hand away. "Can't. Sorry." She revved the bike and leaned forward, about to take off -

"Look out!" Question tackled her off the bike; they sprawled onto the ground together, Question protectively covering Helena, just as several shots rang out right where Helena had been sitting. Question pulled out his gun and fired up at the fire escape of an adjacent building. There was a cry, and a dark body slumped over the railing. Helena let out a long breath, looking over her shoulder. Then, she glanced up at Question, whose arm was still wrapped around her waist, and whose body was still covering hers.

Question turned and looked down at her. A pause, and she wished not for the first time that she could see his face. She could feel his warm breath on her face, her neck. Question suddenly bolted off of her, rose to his feet, and straightened his long overcoat.

Helena jumped to her feet, adjusting her mask. "Not bad, Q," she said breathlessly.

He touched a hand to the tip of his fedora. "I do my best," he said in that rough voice.

Helena suppressed a smirk and got back on her bike. Not bad, Detective, she thought. Not bad at all. She sent out a quick prayer for Diana's safety, pressed a kiss to the cross hanging at her neck, and then looked at Question over her shoulder.

"Night's still young, Q," she said, patting the seat behind her. "Try to keep up."


Bruce Wayne


He didn't even know how long he'd been fighting. Hours, at least. But it felt like days. He'd trained for this almost his entire life; his strategy and mind unmatched by all but a few; his body was at peak physical condition; he was undoubtedly one of the best fighters in the entire world... But he was still human. And he still had his own limits. After fighting the entire population of Arkham Asylum, after beating hundreds of criminals to a bloody pulp, after attempting to regain control of the massive institution...

He was getting tired. And he was not without injury, by any means. The criminals were not only insane, but well armed, and hungry for blood and chaos. Fueled by Ares' influence, their insanity and lust for blood and war were heightened, and their violence increased immensely. As if it weren't difficult enough already.

One man after another, one insane thug with a gun, another with a fireman's axe, another with a baton he'd taken from a security guard - It was seemingly never-ending. More and more inmates poured out of the uncontrolled facility; but as time went on, the numbers dwindled, and soon, unconscious bodies littered the area surrounding the asylum. And Batman was the only one still standing. But even he was starting to feel slightly woozy... He felt a sharp pain in his side; he pulled out a small dagger that had wormed its way through the crack in his armor and into his flesh. He pulled it out, threw it to the ground, and let out a short, stifled sigh.

"Batman, report!" came Gordon's voice.

Bruce kicked another inmate that had been rousing. "Nearly secure," he said, his voice raspy. He'd lost a lot of blood; it was just starting to affect him as his adrenaline began to quiet down. "I'll have control of the facility in roughly half an hour. But the guards here need medical attention, and I'll need some of your men to take over for them."

"Roger that; I'll send a squad right away," promised Gordon. He hesitated. "You don't sound too good," he added, his voice lower.

"I'm fine," snarled Batman. "How's it over there?"

"Still rough, but we're making progress. We got a couple more... uh, people like you helping us."

"Huntress?"

"Yeah, and another guy. Strange guy with a mask."

Batman frowned. He wasn't aware of any others... But it wasn't a surprise that some people would want to emulate him and Diana. Still. Gotham was his city. His and Diana's. He needed to make sure everyone else knew that, too. But now wasn't the time, and even he had to admit they needed the manpower. "Fine. I'll let you know when I've secured the facility. Keep me posted there."

"Got it." Another pause. "Wait... where's Wonder Woman?"

Bruce's jaw clenched; he tasted blood in his mouth. "Fighting Ares."


Blow after blow, one move after another, blade meeting blade - It was a fierce, bloodthirsty dance Ares and I shared as we battled across the rooftops of Gotham. But this time, it was different. No holding back. No playing nice. No attempt to disarm - no pretense of mercy. Ares wanted death. And he would get it. But it would be his own.

Ares shoved me into a wall, laughing. As I scrambled to my feet, he grinned. "You poor, silly girl. You don't have any idea the power I hold. You have no idea."

I ducked another blow. "I'm going to kill you, Ares," I seethed. "One way or another. I'm sending you down to my father."

But Ares just grinned, blocked another of my blows, and punched me, sending me flying high up into the air. I fell back onto a building rooftop with a groan, and struggled to my feet.

Ares followed me, landing on the building in front of me, laughing over me. "Oh, family drama! I guess you didn't know about the deal your dad and I made a few weeks ago..."

I froze, staring up at him, panting. "What?"

Ares' grin widened at my shock. "That's right, Princess. Your dear old man betrayed you. He put Gotham under my protection... and he is now my protector. So sorry to break the news to you, darling..."

My mind raced with this new information. Dad. No. I couldn't believe it... I... He wouldn't. He wanted a relationship... He couldn't have betrayed me... He couldn't have... He...

Suddenly, my eyes narrowed as I raced to connect Ares' words. "You're not under Zeus's protection anymore," I said suddenly.

"That's right, dearest," sneered Ares, leaning closer, his blade dripping with my blood. "Under your dear ol' dad's. Turns out he wants to be rich with more servants... rather than protect his own daughter. You're mine, Diana," he rasped, his white eyes glittering with want. "You are mine."

But I just grinned darkly. "You pathetic idiot." And I struggled to my feet. "Thanks, Dad," I said under my breath, and charged.

Ares swung at me, but I ducked under him, avoiding his fist, and slashed at his arm. As I flew into the air, I turned around, satisfied to see blood on my sword and dripping out of his arm.

Ares shrieked at the first drop of blood spilled, and drew back, horrified. "What? What's going on?" he gasped. "No! I'm protected! I'm a god! I am protected!"

I laughed, covered in blood though I was. "You're a pathetic, ignorant ass, Ares. You think Hades is protecting you? Why do you think he transferred your protection to him?" And my grin widened. "He knew that Zeus would never let you get hurt. He knew that your arrogant father would save you again, just like he saved you from my mother all those years ago. Zeus will never let you be killed. Hades... doesn't give a damn."

"No," said Ares, paling. "No! SHUT UP, YOU STUPID COW!" And he came at me wildly, swiping. But I just backflipped and landed on another building.

"You just ended your own life, Ares," I called out grimly. "Hades isn't protecting you. He just took you out of Zeus's protection. Now... you don't have any protection. He just gave you to me... so I can rip your head off."

Ares screamed in pure rage and came at me.

But now, it was different. Ares no longer had the upper hand. And both he and I knew that. The tables had turned, and that fact itself made my head spin with satisfaction.

I'd never fought so hard in my life, not against anyone. I'd never unleashed my full, raw, almost unlimited Amazonian power. It was intoxicating, lethally attractive, and bloodthirsty. My vision was tainted with blood - both mine and Ares' - and it invigorated me, made me stronger, more determined to end him. His power grew as Gotham panicked around us, but this time... my power grew as well. I was a warrior, both by birth and by instinct - the urge to fight ran through my veins, sang through my blood, making me heady.

Our swords clashed, gleaming in the light of the fires caused by the explosions, sang as they bat against each other. I ducked another blow, launched my feet up at his jaw, and sent Ares flying back into a tall building. He crashed through the glass with a grunt; I flew right after him, sword raised, and slashed as his chest. He flew back to avoid it, but was unable to escape completely. His chest was slashed across, and he howled in pain. Furious, his white eyes red with rage, he charged at me.

But I had not lost my head to emotion. I spun around, knocked him across with jaw with a fist, and cut at his leg. He stumbled back, but blocked my blade, and punched me, sending me flying back, out into the night. I was bloody, but still hot with bloodlust. I hovered, ready as he came bursting up at me with a vicious yell, and veered out of the way when his sword came swinging down.

I spun around, kicked him in the back, and soared down after him, bashing him across the side of his head. As he tried to turn and swing at me, I wrapped my legs around his neck, jerked, twisting my body around. We both fell down onto the rooftop of a building, our bodies knocking into the hard cement. It burned, but I ignored the pain and squeezed my legs around his neck. I whipped out my lasso, threw it around his neck, and yanked upwards.

Ares growled, gasped in pain, released his sword, and grasped at the glowing rope. It burned into him, digging into his flesh, and he could not escape it. God or not, he was still a man, and still affected by the lasso. But just as I was about to yank up one more time, he reared his head back, smashing it into my face; I stumbled back, my grip on the lasso loosening, and my sword flew out of my hand and down to the ground far below. Blood poured out of my nose.

But as he tried to get to his feet, I swiped at my nose and jumped into the air, kicking at his head. I grabbed the lasso, swung him around, and jerked him down into the building rooftop once again. He groaned, and this time, he did not recover so quickly. As he was about to rise, I caught sight of his sword and flew over, grabbing it for myself. I whirled around, held it to his throat.

But Ares gurgled out laughter. "Go ahead... kill me. It... it still won't save him."

I frowned, hesitated, the blade digging into his skin. "What?"

"Your dearest... dark knight..." Blood dribbled down Ares chin, stained his teeth red as he hoarsely chuckled. "He's... going to die."

"What?" I whispered in horror.

"How precious," sneered Ares. "But even you... in all your efforts... can't keep me from getting... what I want. Did you really think... I wouldn't have a plan, Diana?"

My eyes narrowed. Blood poured down my face, into my eyes, over my nose, my mouth, down my chin. I was shaking from adrenaline, breathing heavily. "What are you - "

And then, the Cave's alarm went off, sending angry beeps to my comlink.

Ares kept laughing. "You... stupid... woman."

Cass, I thought in horror. "What did you do?" I demanded, terrified. I touched my earcom. "Batman! The alarm - "

"I know, I'm on my way!" Bruce roared. "Standby!"

But Ares was still grinning. As I let out a vicious yell and drove my sword down towards him, he ducked, rolled over, and kicked me in the stomach. I flew back across the room, crashed through a wall, and tumbled to the floor. But I was done. Before Ares could recover, I charged back at him with a ferocious Amazon yell and drove my sword right into his shoulder. He screamed, fell to the ground. But as I yanked it out, held it over him, he managed a grin, wailing at the same time.

"Bane," gurgled out Ares, laughing. "He'll take care... of your precious... Batman..."

All I saw was red. With a violent cry, I swung Ares' sword over his head...

And brought it down.


Thoughts?

So, as I'm sure you're all aware, the battle is far from over. Had to get some couple moments in there, though. It's what drives this story, as I'm sure you're all well aware.

PS: I'm thinking about doing a Question/Huntress oneshot - in the Hunter's Moon universe, I think. Would you like one? Maybe one in Vic's point of view. I was debating, but I don't think I'll ever have his Point of view in Hunter's Moon - I prefer doing Helena's side of things. Thoughts?

So, I'm NOT a fan of the new ARROW TV show, but Helena's going to be in the next episode, I think, and I'm excited to see her portrayal. However, NOT excited with the lack of Question. Been watching H/Q clips from JLU - they are SO PERFECT TOGETHER. GAH. And I saw Question without his mask, and not beaten up - in Fearful Symmetry. It's only for a second, but man... he is gorgeous.

Hope you all enjoyed the Selina and Holly cameos. Have to tell you though, I'm not going to be friendly to Selina - although she'll have a slightly bigger role in the sequel. While I'll reluctantly ship BatCat over Bruce being single, I'm sure you all know that I'm completely a Bruce/Di fan. Obviously.

I will TRY to update sooner, my dears!

- Serena