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Jim Gordon walked home from the precinct. He lived only seven blocks away and his police car had been wrecked due to the general chaos the city was in a few hours earlier. Two little girls played in the snow that accumulated on the trafficless streets, as if indifferent or unaware of the danger they were in not long ago. He opened the door to his small walk-in apartment and put away his coat along with his unloaded gun and badge. Everything was quiet. He was so used to the constant stress and noise in his head that the silence bothered him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been home - not that he had anyone else to notice that.

He put a frozen lasagna on the microwave to cook while he entered the shower. The strangest feeling hovered his body, as if nothing he was seeing or living was real. These simple tasks seemed unnatural, like there was no way there wasn't something else he should have been doing, no lives in imminent danger depending on him. He ate, did the dishes and sat down on the couch, unsure of what to do next. He turned on the TV and made sure his cellphone was next to him, waiting for the text that he hoped would make things clearer.

He fell asleep watching the news reporters covering what they were calling the "Gotham occupation". The beep on his cellphone that indicated a new message woke him up and he was startled for a second, turning off the TV as the images showed the Bat exploding over the horizon.

A two-line text from the officer on call was all he needed: 241 37th Street, Old Town, Park Row District. There's no phone number under her name. There was no way he could get there at this point without a car and all public transportation was suspended until further notice. He put on his coat and took his gun and badge as a precaution, walking two blocks down to Detective Blake's apartment. It was around midnight, but he wasn't sure he would be home. He rang the doorbell a few times until he decided it'd be useless. Using a credit card and a pin to open the door, Gordon stepped into his apartment and got the keys on the side table by the door. He wrote a note in the notepad by the phone letting him know he had taken his motorcycle. Blake was a good guy, he wouldn't mind.

As soon as he parked in front of Selina Kyle's apartment, he questioned his actions. He didn't know why he was there, in this dangerous neighborhood, ready to ring the door on an ex con and criminal. He couldn't imagine why would Batman, or, as he had just recently learned, Bruce Wayne, be involved with her in any way. He had witnessed the two kissing moments before he flew into the sky, but he was so caught up in the whole "a bomb is about to go off 5 feet away from me" thing only now he had actually started to wonder what was that about.

He pressed the button on the intercom that was next to the name tag that instead of a name, had only a small drawing of a black cat's head. He wondered how could she be so upfront about it, but then guessed she probably didn't get many visitors and even if she did, no one in their right mind would get involved with her willingly, specially around this district where they likely knew who she was and what she did. No one except maybe - and apparently - the Batman. Her silvery taut voice turned up:

"What?" He cleared his throat.

"Good evening Miss Kyle, this is Commissioner Gordon. I was wondering if I could come up so we can talk." He felt she would need further explanation. "I have a message for you".

At least ten seconds went by in silence until she opened the door to let him in. He walked up the stairs until the third floor and to the apartment on the left with the half-opened door.

"Miss Kyle?" He said as he pushed the door in slowly, instantly freezing and slowly putting his hands up when he saw her. "Calm down, Selina. I'm just here to talk."

"What do you want?" She rasped, pointing her gun at him with an ice cold look on her face. "I've done enough for this damned hell of a city. I'm not going back to Blackgate or wherever it is you wanna take me."

"Hey, I'm not here to arrest you. I'm here on someone else's request." He said rapidly, but she didn't falter one bit. "Batm… Bruce sent me."

Her eyes softened for a split second only to turn three times darker after. Her trigger finger tensed up further.

"Wayne is dead."

"Well, yes. But he gave me a message to pass on to you before he left on the Bat." She waited, her jaw lightly contracting. "He told me to tell you to break into his safe at the Manor. Said the code was his fingerprints, but that somehow that wouldn't be a problem for you". He said, a question mark expressed at the end of the sentence.

Selina took a few moments to assess Gordon's speech and expression and then put the gun down. She adjusted the safety lock and put it away on the back of her waistband, collecting a few objects on her desk and putting them in a bag. As she put on a leather jacket and picked up a scarf from the floor, she looked at him again.

"Is there anything else you need, Commissioner?" He'd barely opened his mouth when she passed right through him heading to the corridor, mumbling: "Good, you can see yourself out then."

Gordon stayed where he was, unable to move for a few minutes. He couldn't help but notice the fair amount of valuable objects on that small stale third-class apartment.

Selina pulled up in front of the Wayne Manor on the Batpod no later than ten minutes after Gordon's surprise visit, having scared a couple of unsuspecting idle drivers and pedestrians. A lot of people were still out on the streets, some mourning, but most celebrating the end of the occupation. She couldn't stand any of them.

Untying the black scarf from her face, she tried the main door just to be sure, which was locked as she'd expected, and ended up climbing the walls and pillars as gracefully as only she could do to get to the front balcony. The glass door leading into the second floor hall was also locked, but that was an easier problem to fix. She figured the security system must have been down since the power had been cut off, and so she kicked the glass and got inside.

Heading to the east wing towards the room where she'd first met Bruce, she felt strangely uneasy, like someone had just punched her in the stomach in slow motion. Most rooms were empty and the ones that weren't had their furniture covered in white sheets. Although that was how the house was even when Bruce lived there, that gave Selina an odd feeling of emptiness, thinking about how he would never come back there. She let herself drown in that sensation for exactly two seconds before starting to pull herself together. She wasn't there to reminisce.

She saw the counter table that held the safe inside and didn't allow herself not even a moment to think about the last time she was in that room. She walked calmly towards it and lowered herself to open it, making her magic happen as soon as she reached the safety locks. Didn't take her more than a minute to get it opened.

Uncrackable. Right.

A purple velvet box was the only thing inside it. She picked it up and hesitated before opening, running her fingers around the clasp, taking a deep breath. She felt more pathetic with each passing second, having no idea why she was making such a big deal out of all of this. When she finally opened, the shiny nature of the object caught her attention the way shiny things usually did with her. The sight of that pearl necklace brought an almost imperceptible crooked smile to her face. But she also felt disappointed. That was it? No answers, no explanations, nothing?

She sighed, trying to make peace with the fact that there was nothing to tell. It was a gift from Wayne and that was all. Maybe it was his way of thanking her for having helped him, or it was a symbolic last gesture of some sort. Though she couldn't make out how he could've thought about that not knowing if she would be staying and helping him. She picked up the necklace and tied it around her neck, tracing the pearls with her fingers idly. She then took them off and as she was placing them back on the box, the bottom of it dislocated. She stared vacantly for a second and then rapidly pulled it up, discovering a false bottom. There was a passport and a debit card from the Union Bank of Switzerland, both with her name on them, a couple of hundred dollar bills and a disposable cellphone. She turned it on and saw that there was one text message on it from an unknown number. The geographical coordinates that appeared on the screen meant nothing to her. She reached in her bag for a pen and wrote them down on her forearm.

Her heart pounded loudly on her chest and if she didn't know any better she'd think the numbness in her hands meant she was having a stroke. She stood up and started looking for a computer, laptop, anything in the house that she could use to get internet access. Having a giant mansion had its disadvantages. She finally found a laptop inside a cabinet in the main library, opening it up and praying that it would turn on. She only needed it to have battery power enough to check the location Bruce meant for her to know about.

When she finally got it to work, she opened the browser and typed at the speed of light. With her eyes eagerly scattering the screen for information, she found the main words she would need: Salobreña, Spain.

At the information desk on Gotham International Airport, the lady in the blue suit and heavy smeared makeup pointed Selina to the main airlines that flew to Spain. She went to all of their sales and information stands and the earliest flight she could find was at 11:30pm, landing in Madrid. She was so adrenalized when she got home that she didn't think to check online for available flights before going directly to the airport. She packed a suitcase straight away and went out to find Jen. She couldn't leave before making sure she was alive and able to establish herself on her own, and something told her she wouldn't be back so soon - or ever. But wasn't that everything she always wanted? To get her clean slate, leave Gotham and never look back? Something told her that wasn't all.

Selina didn't let herself think so far ahead knowing she had no idea of what was expecting her. She picked up some clean cardboard boxes on the alley near her place and started putting some of her favorite items, most stolen - some jewels, a Tiffany crystal ashtray, a few shoes that could buy an apartment, a first edition of her favorite childhood book "Where The Wild Things Are" and a box of old stuff she never opened. The rest Jen could keep or sell, she didn't care.

When it was almost 9am and she hadn't found her friend yet, she ran into one of the junkies that usually roamed around in her block. He told her he had seen her around by dawn and that she was drunk-pickpocketing with some regular neighborhood dealers. She was fine, then. Selina left her a note telling her to keep her box and do whatever she'd like with the remnants, and to please drop the Batpod at her rental self-storage unit and not do anything stupid with it. She'd grown fond of that little war tank of a motorcycle and it's not like Bruce could have added it to his testament.

At the airport she'd decided to take the night flight and charged a first-class ticket on her new debit card. She hadn't checked her balance, but knowing Bruce she had nothing to worry about. It was still a little after noon when she checked herself into the VIP lounge and stuffed herself with finger-food and champagne, flipping through crappy magazines and avoiding looking at the hundreds of TVs around the room showing images of things exploding and paying tribute to Gotham's "dark knight in shining armor". She'd even caught under her hat images of herself in her catsuit running around on the Batpod chasing down a truck. An old man on the corner stared at her for quite some time after that, until she cleared her throat and his wife poked him with her elbow, looking disgruntled.

By the time boarding procedures started, Selina was tipsy and dormant, giving her passport to the flight attendant without giving it a second thought to whether it would work or not. He simply scanned it and wished her a nice a flight, to which she responded with a vacant drunk fake smile. She let herself down on her spacious seat and fell asleep almost immediately, only to wake up startled a short time after when the plane took off, opening her window to see Gotham disappearing and turning smaller by the second. She didn't hold back the silent tears that came pouring down her cheeks as she - or the alcohol - finally let herself be filled with the stress and emotions from the last hours. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried and she wouldn't let her thoughts wander freely as to why she actually felt the need to. Her initial response to any kind of feeling was to promptly shut it off and so this was new territory to her and she wasn't about to dive in it.

Selina woke up with the sun coming through her window and the kind flight attendant asking her what she wanted for breakfast. She ate whatever it was the woman brought her without paying attention to it and then went to the toilet to wash her face and tie her hair in a bun, putting on her stolen red Chanel cat-eye sunglasses. She had her hungover face, which for most women was just their normal face.

When the plane landed and she passed through all border security procedures without a second look, she realized she had no idea where she was going or how to get there. And so she went to exchange some of her dollar bills for some euros and passed in front of a rental car stand, which gave her an idea of what she could do next. After getting her money she walked all the way to a less crowded part of the airport parking lot, looking for something fast and discreet. She ran into a black BMW sedan and checked inside to see if it had a built-in GPS tracker. She'd seen enough of car theft to know that these kinds of cars always had a spare key slot somewhere on the steering column you could use along with the start button.

After putting on the coordinates on the GPS tracker, Selina drove for about 4 to 5 hours to the small town of Salobreña. The sky was already getting dark, but she could still see some castles and towers on the horizon driving along the coastal roads. She drove through some woods along bare dirt roads outside of town until she arrived at a gate leading to a big two story yellowish spanish house. It had an intercom on the side and a password protected lock in the middle, and so she just decided to turn off the car and climb up the tall metal gate. She picked up her X-ray proof bagged Glock and screwdriver and made her way up, noticing there was a camera on one the pillars holding the gates.

She was alarmed, but trustful. If Bruce told her to come here, she was probably relatively safe, which is why she instinctively tried to open the front door using her own hands on the biometric fingerprint door lock. The green light that popped up indicated that she had been previously authorized to enter.

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Hey everyone! This is my first Bat/Cat fanfiction and I would love if you could give me some reviews on it :)

This will probably be a 10 chapter-ish story, but it could change.