A/N: I just finished both of the main routes of The Enemy Within the other day, and wanted to do something with this scene. Also, I refuse to believe the Batmobile is smart enough to be self-driving – Gotham's a way too hazardous city to pull that one off.

Anyway, it's a oneshot, so enjoy! I have one other fic idea for Telltale Batman, so expect that at some point, I guess.

He'd tried to stop the bombs because of course he did, but for Selina the smoke was the best damn thing that had happened all day. It gave her the opportunity to duck out of sight of Waller and whichever damn handler was carrying the remote to her collar. Now all she had to do was join up with Batman and get out of dodge.

Suddenly she spotted Batman reeling backwards from blast and suddenly the ceiling gave in beneath him. He was looking wildly around for something, anything to help him and she was sure that any second now he'd raise his arm and grapple to something, get himself out of danger-

But he didn't. He dropped like a stone.

"Someone get Doe!" Waller was yelling, and the air was dominated by the sound of laughter – Harley's, John's, even Bane was cackling – and the sound of agents crying out in pain and panic, when they weren't firing their guns in any and all directions.

Selina ducked low, hurrying to the edge of the hole in the roof while she still had time. An awful feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach – why hadn't Bruce grappled back up by now? - and she looked over into the GCPD.

Batman was lying in a pile of rubble, unmoving.

Catwoman's heart leapt into her throat and she sprang back up, darting towards the doors back down into the building. An agent was hovering nearby and managed to see her through the smoke, his gun raised to stun her but Catwoman was quicker, darting to one side and disarming him with one kick, then swiping him out of her way with another.

She didn't have time to deal with these damn people right now.

Racing down the stairs, Selina managed to find her way into the lobby of the GCPD and pushed past the rush of panicked staff going the other way, assuming she'd find Bruce at the centre of the chaos. Thankfully she was more than a little familiar with the layout of the GCPD building…

"Batman?" she started to call as she neared the main foyer. There was no answer, just the panicked cries of police officers and the sound of more rubble falling in from the roof. But she had to be getting closer; the cloud of dust was getting thicker and thicker with every step.

A shape started to form through the mist – piles and piles of rubble.

And top of laid a familiar black shape.

"Batman!" Selina cried, rushing towards him and shoving agents out of the way. Then she stopped dead, feeling her heart in her throat as she saw it: a huge piece of curved rebar, stabbed right through his abdomen. "Oh my god…"

He raised a hand to grab it, and she understood what he intended to do: pull it straight so he could lift himself off. She knew it was going to hurt him like hell but she wrapped her hands around the metal, too; she doubted he'd have the strength to manage it on his own.

"On three," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "One...two...three!"

They both pulled hard, Selina biting the inside of her cheek to deal with the noise of the rebar tearing through his flesh and the noises of terrible pain he was making. They had to stop because he was breathing so hard, then they tried again.

Finally they were within touching distance of getting the thing straight. "One more time," she said, still trying to keep that calm tone. Bruce didn't respond, likely in too much pain to, but her forced affect wasn't for him but for herself.

Because he was strong, and he was going to make it out of this OK.

She had no reason to feel so uneasy, for her heart to be beating so fast.

They bent the bar together one more time, getting it completely straight and Bruce fell back, making sounds she'd never heard another human being make before and never wanted to hear again. Selina bit the inside of her cheek harder, moving around to offer him both of her hands.

Bruce took hold with a vice-like grip and she willed herself to push through as she started to pull him up, and up, and up, and did her best to tune out the sound of the rebar passing through his body, spilling blood behind it.

Suddenly he came free of the rebar and fell forward onto his hands and knees, gasping in pain.

"How do we stop the bleeding?" Selina said frantically, looking around for help.

"Batsuit...seal," Bruce groaned, and amazingly the suit actually did that – the black fibres somehow sealing over the wound to cut off the growing pile of blood. God bless his over-preparation, was the only thing Selina could think. Sure enough, the next thing he did was press a button on his bracer.

"Batmobile...it'll get me home," he managed, taking her hand when she offered it again.

"You got it." She hauled his arm over her shoulder and lifted him to his feet, but he was noticeably wavering as they tried to walk.

His head started to dip and he said suddenly, so quietly she wasn't sure if she'd heard it at first, "I...I love you."

Selina squeezed his back tighter, not able to find the voice to say it back. What did get her panic rising again though was the way his head kept dropping and he was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open. "Stay with me," she said, but he didn't respond, too busy fighting to stay conscious. "Batman?" she tried again, but it was too late – his head dropped forward. "Batman!"

He didn't answer, turning to dead weight against her. Selina swore, putting her body further under his to better support him as she tried desperately to get him to the doors of the GCPD. The cops were still rushing around trying to contain the situation, so somehow they didn't notice the state Batman was in as she towed him desperately towards the doors.

Thankfully the rest of the Pact were nowhere near the doors, but the Batmobile was. The doors opened for him automatically and Selina helped him into the passenger seat, Bruce slumping so heavily she had no doubt that he had completely blacked out. She made sure his limbs were safely in the seat, belt buckle on and clambered into the driving seat herself.

Selina gripped the steering wheel tight, revving the engine. The car answered with a purr that promised power, and in her anger she was glad for it.

She was getting him home right this second, and heaven help anything or anyone that tried to stop her.

Selina managed to figure out how to get the car to bring up a phone for her and call Alfred. He picked up after only a few rings.

"Al, it's me," she said, "I'm in the Batmobile right now."

"Miss Kyle!" he exclaimed, dread clear in his tone. "I've been watching the news – are you all right? Is Master Bruce with you?"

"He's here," she said, looking over at Bruce as she turned the car from the brightly lit city to an off-ramp so they were better hidden by the darkness. Bruce was still unconscious, slumped back in his seat and breathing heavily. The seal on his suit had done the job, at least – he hadn't been bleeding out in the car, from what she could tell. "But he's badly hurt – there was a skirmish on the roof, and John blew a hole in the GCPD and Bruce fell onto a bit of rebar."

"Dear god," Alfred breathed. "I'll prepare the kit for your arrival – can you drive into the Batcave?"

"Sure, let me just see if I can get a route-"

"No need," he hurriedly interrupted. "Tell the car where you want to go, it'll do the rest."

"Uh, all right. Batmobile – I want to go to the Batcave," Selina said, feeling a little foolish. But the car responded, bringing up a map for her on the display.

Selina followed the little light, her palms clammy on the steering wheel. She should have known she'd get pulled back into his orbit and his crazy crusade if she returned to Gotham.

But she also knew that he'd stuck his neck out for her, several times. Warning her about the GCPD, risking certain death giving himself up to the Pact, demanding Waller free her…

No matter what Waller said, there was no way she was abandoning him now.

She ran her fingers over the damn collar she'd been stuck with. She was going to find a way out of that one herself, no matter what it took.

But first, she was going to see him to safety.

Alfred was the palest she'd ever seen him when he saw the state Bruce was in. Between the two of them they lifted him from the car, dumping off his helmet and bits of his suit as they towed him towards the table before the computer.

Selina was no expert when it came to treating wounds, so she just did as Alfred asked and then stayed out of his way. Mostly her focus was on Bruce – watching for any slight twitch in his face that might betray he was in there somewhere.

But it didn't come.

Alfred got the wound stitched and dressed, addressing the other small scrapes while he was at it, and scans indicated Bruce was stable...but still he didn't come around.

Worse still, it was obvious Bruce had been taking more of a beating than she realised lately – he was bruised up to the nines, some of them having the tell-tale indication of being like fingerprints.

Likely Bane's handiwork.

"I can't believe it's come to this," Alfred said softly, finally sinking down into a nearby chair with a bloody rag clasped in his hands. "Lady Arkham pushed us hard, but this – this is on another level. Everything we've done with Waller and the agency has put Bruce in harm's way again and again."

Selina's hand strayed to her collar again. It hadn't gone off since she'd escaped sight at the GCPD, and maybe now she was in the Batcave any signals being sent to it were temporarily being blocked.

That gave her a little time, then – time she intended to capitalise on.

She had to call Waller, figure out a way to buy herself some time. But Waller wasn't the only person she owed a call to.

"It's more than just her," Selina said, pulling out her mobile. "There's someone else I owe a call to…"

And she gave took the elevator back up to the manor, getting back to the main room just far enough that she could get a signal again.

As soon as she did, she jabbed a number into her phone and let it ring. It went to voicemail, but that suited her well enough.

She didn't need any whining interrupting the rant she had building in her head.

"Hey! It's John. Little busy right now, but leave a message…"

"OK, John. Joker, whatever it is now. You better listen to me, little vigilante. Batman is badly hurt because of you and your bullshit!" She paced up and down, determined to keep her message short and to the point despite the rage she felt building within her. "And if you get him hurt worse – or god forbid, if he dies – you better bloody believe I'm coming for you next. Don't forget you and me share something in common – we're a lot less fussy about killing when it comes down to it."

She took a breath, forcing herself to get it together. She'd never liked John much – he was unpredictable, unnerving, had a bizarre hatred of Eddie to the point of it being a fixation – but she knew that, some way or another, he was Bruce's friend. And knowing that, there was now a high chance that he knew who Bruce – rather, who Batman – really was.

So she took a second, then said, more quietly, "If you're really serious about this hero business – and that's at least more than I'd have tried to be – then do the smart thing. Talk to Batman and fix the situation before it gets any worse."

And she hung up the phone, sighing a long, long sigh.

She was about to go back down into the cave when the collar abruptly stung her again, and she flinched. It stopped just as suddenly, but the feeling was a sharp warning that she couldn't ignore.

Waller and Joker – she didn't know if either of them knew who Batman really was. But she couldn't hang around here any longer, knowing the harm she'd bring down if anyone followed her to Batman's true identity.

It hurt to do it, but she knew – now she'd gotten him back to the manor, the only thing she could do now to keep him safe was to stay away.

Selina looked back towards the cave. With a heavy heart, she messaged Alfred to contact her with updates about Bruce's health, and headed out of the manor.