Barbara Gordon's perspective:
Although it could have been easy to allow being a wrongfully accused fugitive to get Barbara Gordon sidetracked, she had not lost sight of other priorities. She had badly wanted to catch The Catwoman for the last year and a half, ever since Catwoman had turned into a damsel in distress who needed police help to survive that encounter. True, Catwoman had done the occasional coincidental good deed, or that was Barbara's explanation. Bruce, with his soft spot for her, believed that Catwoman was not all bad.
"Tonight," said Bruce Wayne. "We've got a meeting with Detectives Bullock and Montoya."
"Sounds risky," cautioned Tim Drake.
"Having allies in the GCPD who will keep us informed is worth a risk," said Bruce. "But I promise, I'll look around for hidden cops in case this is a trap."
"'You?'" asked Barbara.
"The Batman will go alone," said Bruce. "The Batgirl and Robin will patrol. That way only one of us can be ambushed. I'll catch up later."
"Make sure to signal us if you need help," demanded Tim. "Not negotiable."
"I will," said Bruce. But Barbara felt that this was a fifty-fifty chance at best.
"There's another thing," Barbara brought it up before it was too late. "Catwoman sightings have multiplied lately."
"I heard," said Bruce. "It's someone else. The Catwoman isn't stupid. She knows she's getting no break just because the police are after us."
"She's not dumb," acknowledged Tim. "But what if she's cocky? What if she thinks since we've never managed to catch her, we'll never be able to catch her?"
"Or nothing will happen if we do?" asked Barbara. She immediately wondered if she had said too much.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Bruce, clearly not liking what Barbara had said. Barbara froze. Tim and Alfred Pennyworth looked afraid for her.
"The two of you will patrol Gotham as you wait for Batman to return from the meeting," ordered Bruce. "We'll follow the Catwoman sightings then."
You won't put your all into catching her because you love her. I should've said that.
Batman's perspective:
Batman was alone this night. He was taking an awful chance in meeting with two detectives. But as Alfred had told him, he could not clear his name without taking risks. Of course, the fact that he had to take chances did not mean he had brought Robin or Batgirl along, despite their wishes.
"Won't this get you in trouble with your boss?" Batman asked Detectives Harvey Bullock and Renee Montoya.
"I'm always in trouble," grinned Bullock. "Y'know how I bend the rules. So let Internal Affairs grill me again. I like you better 'n my current boss, so I don't give a shit!"
"I actually try to do things by the book," said Montoya. "But for you and all the things you've done for this city, I'll make an exception. On behalf of more cops than you might realize, I'm sorry you're a wanted man."
"Why would I blame the force for what one man is doing to us?" asked Batman. "I appreciate your support. Pass my thanks to Lieutenant Freeman."
"He's takin' what happened to Jim extra hard," said Bullock. "Can't blame 'im."
Batman nodded in agreement. "Any news?"
"Two-Face has broken free," said Montoya.
"I'll check into it," promised Batman.
"You ain't alone," promised Bullock.
True, but Batman had been close to alone ever since his parents were gunned down many years ago. Only Alfred shared that pain.
Batgirl's perspective:
"OK, Robin," said Batgirl. "We're going after Catwoman," said Batgirl.
"Batman said we're patrolling," said Robin.
"He never said we couldn't patrol for Catwoman," smiled Batgirl.
"I think he meant for common criminals," Robin tried again.
"Catwoman's a burglar, not a terrorist," Batgirl shot his attempt down. She immediately got on the Batcycle. "On. Right now."
Robin relented , getting on and holding onto Batgirl from behind. "Why can't this wait?"
"Because Batman won't catch her," said Batgirl. "He loves her. And why, I have no idea. We're gonna do what he should have years ago. If he wants to be her heartbroken parole officer, fine."
They hid the Batcycle in a shadowy area near the place of the most recent Catwoman sighting. They saw Catwoman sneaking into Diamonds For Her, a jewelry store. Batgirl and Robin followed in kind.
As they drew closer, Batgirl was a bit surprised that Catwoman had not noticed them. She really is getting cocky. I'm gonna love humbling her!
Batgirl tackled Catwoman, turned her onto her back, and held her wrists down. But while the Catwoman mask concealed some of the face, Batgirl could tell that the woman she had caught was not Selina Kyle.
"Batgirl..." began Robin nervously.
"I have eyes," said Batgirl. "What do you want with us?"
"Hurry, Damien," shouted the impostor.
A tear gas grenade went off behind Batgirl. Seconds later, she and Batgirl felt sick, coughing and streaming tears from their eyes.
The impostor had gotten a gas mask out of her costume and was exchanging "Thumbs up" signs with a white man, presumably the Damien she had asked for help.
"You should be on TV, Michelle," said Damien.
"And you're as punctual as ever," said Michelle. She now addressed Batgirl and Robin: "As you've probably guessed, we're undercover detectives. We knew The Batman's band of fascists couldn't resist a shot at the thief he couldn't catch. Pity he wasn't a part of this, but his night's coming! Now we've got legend-creating collars and a lot of reward money coming our way."
Batgirl seethed. Batman had been right. This had been too easy. Now she and Robin were too weak to escape or fight off the pair, Michelle and Damien.
"Since you've told them everything else, I get the Miranda rights," insisted Damien as he and Michelle cuffed Batgirl and Robin's arms. "You have a right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you at no cost to yourself."
Batgirl and Robin were dragged out of the store. Batgirl was distraught. She been entrusted with taking care of a boy and failed. Not to mention that she had no desire to be at the mercy of the man who had wrongfully ended her father's illustrious career.
Suddenly, Michelle and Damien fell down, screaming in pain. It was Caesarion, Catwoman's pet cougar.
Michelle and Damien drew their pistols, only for Catwoman to show herself by whipping the guns out of the detectives' hands. A few kicks knocked Damien out.
"Hello, backup," Michelle said to her communicator. "I request assistance. We've got... argh!" Catwoman raked her claws across Michelle's face. Catwoman then snatched and smashed the communicator against the ground before knocking Michelle out with a roundhouse kick.
Catwoman used her claws to pick the locks in Batgirl and Robin's handcuffs, freeing them. Robin was happy. Batgirl was not.
"Thanks," Robin expressed his gratitude. "How'd you know?"
"Not now," said Catwoman. "That bitch got a call off. We've got as little as five minutes. "We gotta clear the Hell out! Now!"
"What about the Batcycle?" asked Robin.
"I'm in no shape to drive it," said Batgirl. "It's in a safe place."
Catwoman helped Batgirl and Robin get a distance away. At one point she said, "How come I only got one 'Thank you?'" Batgirl did not answer.
On a rooftop another distance away, the four outlaws, two by choice, two unfairly so, watched the backup come to answer Michelle's call. After taking a moment to look around, they appeared to take the hurt detectives back to Headquarters.
Because they had injected themselves with antitoxin, Batgirl and Robin were well by this time. "I think you can get your bike and go now," said Catwoman.
"Thanks again," Robin gave her a military salute. "But how'd you know?"
"I was curious about who was impersonating me," said Catwoman. "Lucky for you. You Bat-People gotta be more careful now that you're wanted. But if it's any consolation, I don't even think Batman gets that."
"Spare me the pretend-concern," said a humiliated Batgirl. "What self-serving plan is this a part of? Or did you just want to drink in our humiliation?"
"Some gratitude," frowned Catwoman.
"What say we settle this now, just you and me?" asked Batgirl. "I win, I drop you in on the cops. You win, you can turn me in for the reward money."
"If you insist, child," said Catwoman. She hissed at Caesarion to get him to the edge of the roof.
"Robin, you stay out of this, too," ordered Batgirl. She stretched her back until it cracked. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Catwoman!"
"I, for one, had hoped you'd get over your childish view of the world as a real adult," lamented Catwoman, "But - ah, there you are Batman."
Oh, no. Not now. He's liable to ruin everything! As Batgirl turned around, she said, "Don't. I'm..." No one there. "...Doing what you..."
Batgirl stopped talking as Catwoman's whip wrapped around her throat and dragged her to the ground. She gagged and tried to pull up, but Catwoman's boot on her end stopped that.
"I know what you're gonna say," Catwoman said to Robin. "Sorry, but she needs to be taught a lesson."
It took thirty seconds of struggling and choking before Batgirl regained the presence of mind to get a Batarang out of her belt. Catwoman dodged it but could not keep her whip from being severed. Trouble was that a lot of damage had been done.
Batgirl threw the broken whip off her and advanced towards Catwoman. Despite her weariness, Batgirl struck Catwoman with two jabs, but the right cross missed badly and a side kick knocked her over.
Batgirl was not surprised when Catwoman delivered three quick kicks to her face. It was like Catwoman to kick her when she was down. Perhaps to prove a point, Catwoman stepped over Batgirl to stand totally superior to her.
"Ready to give up?" asked Catwoman.
Once upon a time Batgirl would have nodded helplessly, but she had grown into a brave woman since then. "Go to Hell, Catwoman!"
"I might," Catwoman admitted. "But not before you," she lifted up her right boot for the knockout kick. Batgirl caught it just in time, then pulled and twisted it to wrestle Catwoman to the ground. Catwoman got up a little worse for wear, so Batgirl decked her again with a flying kick.
Batgirl was surprised herself. She was coming back after being choked to half-death! In her heart, she knew it could never last. Knowing Catwoman's mask would enable her to survive a Batgrapple in the forehead, Batgirl shot her with it. This stunned her long enough for the exposed line to be used to tie Catwoman up. Then Batgirl used her end of the line to swing Catwoman over the edge.
"You wouldn't dare," challenged Catwoman.
"I'm wouldn't be so sure about that," said Batgirl. "I've been through a lot," meaning her father's firing, and Batgirl and her friends becoming accused criminals.
But the distraction of this conversation was all Catwoman needed. She rocked back and forth to get enough momentum to swing back onto the building and pull Batgirl's Batgrapple away from her. Without Batgirl pulling on it, Catwoman got her restraints off and charged.
Batgirl was not fast enough to stop the kick from striking her. Then claws cut into her right cheek. Batgirl was pulled into a ducking position by the "ears" of her cowl and three knee strikes had her down. Five more kicks at an again-downed Batgirl further hurt her.
Turning Batgirl onto her back, Catwoman said, "Dead or alive. Which will it be, Bratgirl."
"Kill me, you bitch," shouted Batgirl, accepting her fate.
"Don't do it," said Robin.
"Do you actually plan to stop me?" asked Catwoman.
"No," sighed Robin. "But Batman will hate you forever."
"He can get in line," said Catwoman as she reached back to claw Batgirl's gizzard out.
"She does a lot of good," tried Robin. "And you hate society. So why give it what it wants."
"Good points," nodded Catwoman. "Plus, I don't think I can bring myself to make a kid cry. My heart's my greatest weakness. Parting thoughts, Robin, you're more of a grownup than Batgirl. Speaking of the devil, always fun kicking your ass, Bratgirl! C'mon, Caesarion."
"You OK, Batgirl?" asked Robin.
"Yeah," said Batgirl. She was hurt, mentally and physically. A number had been done on her, but she had also been humiliated. If only I hadn't been taken by surprise, not once but twice!
"You're welcome, by the way," said Robin. "Catty's right. You need to learn how to say, 'Thank you.'"
"Sorry," apologized Batgirl.
Batman's perspective:
Batman was back to where the Batnavicomputer said the Batcycle was when suddenly, something hit the Batmobile, knocking it into the air and onto its side.
Batman immediately got out. He saw a man leaning out the window of a car with a bazooka. Batman ducked just in time to avoid another rocket which instead destroyed a sign a good distance behind Batman.
Batman threw a Batarang at one of the tires of the bazooka shooter's car. It turned on its side. Batman then fired his Bat Tracer Gun to put a tracer on that car.
Exerting his muscles, Batman turned the Batmobile upright and drove away. "We'll meet again, Gatman," he heard the shrill voice of The Ventriloquist's alternate personality, Scarface, threatening. I see he still can't use "Bs" without moving his lips.
Selina Kyle's perspective:
The woman better known as Catwoman was home with her best friend, Sabisia Williams.
"So how'd it go?" asked Sabisia now that Selina was unsuited and safe.
"I ran into the self-righteous white girl," said Selina.
"How'd it go?" asked Sabisia.
"I kicked her ass again," Selina declared proudly. "Same shit, different night. She's barely even grown. Not that she's not a great martial artist for her age, but I'm smarter and have life experience. As much as I hate her, watching her realize that she's still not good enough always makes me happy."
"Good to know that you had fun," smiled Sabisia.
"I also ran into Robin," said Selina. "Odd. It seems to be a different kid as Batman's junior partner every year. This one's surprisingly mature for his age. He actually understands that there's worse people in town than me, unlike Bratgirl."
"What's next?" asked Sabisia.
"Cops are hunting Batman," said Selina Without the help of someone who actually knows how to escape them, it's only a matter of time before he gets caught. Time for more extreme measures."
"So what do we do?" asked Sabisia.
"What we probably should've done years ago," said Selina. "I just couldn't bring myself to act against him without provocation. We're gonna find out who he really is."
Batman's perspective:
Batman was unpleasantly surprised to see Batgirl roughed-up and with a bloody cheek. "What happened here?"
"Catwoman happened," explained Batgirl. "She saved us from the police so Robin thought we owed her. Didn't realize that she had a hidden agenda. I fought her alone and lost."
"Why did you go after her without me?" asked Batman.
Batgirl's mouth was dry.
"Well?" demanded Batman.
"Because you won't do what needs to be done," Batgirl finally blurted out.
"You shouldn't have said that," said Robin.
But Batman was understanding. No, he did not believe that Batgirl should have fought her alone, but he understood why Batgirl did it. Batman's judgment had indeed been questionable when it came to Catwoman.
"To the Batcave," said Batman to Batgirl. "Alfred will care for you."
"OK," said Batgirl, getting on the Batcycle and riding away.
"What about us?" asked Robin.
"We're on another case," said Batman. "Scarface and The Ventriloquist are on the loose again."
Selina's perspective:
Selina and Sabisia were looking up who Batman might be on a tablet.
"Wealthy white men in Gotham City?" asked Sabisia.
"Mm-hmm," said Selina. "You've seen his suit. It looks like a Hollywood costume. Everything else is just as shiny. And high-tech. He must be rich."
"That doesn't narrow it down that much," noted Sabisia. "Here in the Northeast, there are lots of rich people."
"Yeah, I know," agreed Selina. "But I just got the craziest idea."
"What idea?"
"Bruce Wayne. I know he's just a nepotist, but hear me out. He's bigger than most realize, even for a man. I happen to know that he's more hands-on than his playboy image would have you believe. And I've seen Batman close up. Wayne has his chin and cheeks."
Sabisia paused for a second, then asked skeptically, "Isn't he afraid of heights and the dark?"
"I told you it was the craziest idea," laughed Selina. Yet she and Sabisia found themselves renting and watching a documentary about Wayne from an online store that sold streaming movies.
Scarface's perspective:
"Where da Hell were you aimin', Denzel?" cried Scarface through The Ventriloquist's dummy.
"Ain't my fault he's fast an' has a tough car," said Denzel.
"You also couldn't dodge that sharp shit Gatman throws," Scarface argued.
"Weren't you drivin'?" asked Denzel.
"That was The Ventriloquist," corrected Scarface. "Rhino!"
The eight-foot man called Rhino grabbed Denzel's head from behind and twisted it to break the neck. The arm of The Ventriloquist operating Scarface rammed its head into Ventriloquist's.
"What was that for?" asked The Ventriloquist.
"Fer not dodgin'," said Scarface.
Batman's perspective:
It had been over a hour since the Batmobile had revved up.
"You're taking the long way around," noticed Robin. "Why?"
"Very perceptive," complimented Batman. "Good. It'll only be a year before you can drive the Batmobile and as Tim Drake, other vehicles. We're taking the long way around because it's not easy to get around now that the GCPD is looking for us. And thanks to Mayor Falsootu's new city budget, many police cars have FBI-quality debugging equipment so they might not show up on the Batnavicomputer. I have to make double sure that we've shaken any potential tails. Can't have them confiscating our ride."
"I'm not complaining," said Robin.
One car that did not have debugging equipment was that of Scarface and The Ventriloquist. Batman retrieved his Bat Tracer from that car once he and Robin had arrived.
"This is definitely the place," said Batman.
"Let's kick wood," said Robin.
Why do all Robins have to make with the puns?
Batman and Robin heard loud snoring. Following the sound led them to a bedroom. It was a sleeping Ventriloquist in bed. Batman and Robin slowly and silently made their ways toward the foot of the bed.
"Nice try, Gatman," taunted Scarface's voice from the dummy that lay next to Ventriloquist. Ventriloquist took a remote from under the covers to activate a trap door. Batman and Robin fell several meters down into an even darker place. Before Batman's launched Batgrapple could reach the open gap, the trap door had shut, sealing them in.
"It ain't bedtime at all, Ratman and Boy Blunder," mocked Scarface.
Loud creaking to Batman and Robin's sides could be heard. "I don't like the sound of that," worried Robin.
"Me neither," agreed Batman. "Nightvision lenses." Batman and Robin both activated their's. They could now see that the walls had spikes and were closing in on them.
"Oh, no," realized Batman.
"Oh, yeah," said Rhino, who had apparently been invited in to watch the fun.
"This is not very original," criticized Robin. "Spiked walls are played-out."
"Hey, I ain't Da Joker," said Scarface. "And I ain't a Hollywood writer. If it works, it works."
"Stop talking to him," Batman whispered to Robin so as to not be heard by the criminals. "We have time but not much."
"This isn't an old TV show from way before my time," whispered Robin. "The spikes aren't too close apart and the walls aren't being pushed very hard. "I think we can hold them apart long enough for them to run out of gas."
"Not that easy," said a doubtful Batman quietly. "I've noticed the air is a lot thinner here. Even if the spikes don't kill us, we can't afford to be here too long."
"What we do?" cried Robin.
"Die," cackled Scarface.
"Don't lose heart," whispered Batman. "We're not dead until we're dead. "I've got an idea. I'll cut off a spike. We then climb up a wall. When it gets to trap door, I'll pry it open. Then quickly take cover under The Ventriloquist's bed; Scarface and his goons are sure to have guns."
"Won't the walls be about ready to close together?"
"I'm afraid so. All the more reason to be quick."
Batman started banging a Batarang against a spike, weakening the spot he was hitting.
"What are doing?" asked The Ventriloquist with wonder and caution.
"Who cares?" asked Scarface. "They ain't got no way out, pussy!"
Batman had taken off the spike. He and Robin climbed up, using the other spikes as steps. Once the trap door was in reach, Batman used the spike to pry it open. Two of Scarface's henchmen were on the other side of the trap door, so Robin grabbed them by the ties and threw them down to the bottom.
Batman was distressed by the fact that two men's lives were in danger, but he had his own problem of Scarface aiming a dummy-sized gun at him. Batman clipped off the dummy arm. Scarface screamed in imagined pain as The Ventriloquist backed away. Batman and Robin now got out of the hidden basement.
"Turn off the spikes," commanded Scarface. "Gatman an' Robin are out an' Mugsy 'n Joshua'er in, dumbass!" Batman sighed in relief as The Ventriloquist used his remote to turn off the spikes.
"Rhino," said Scarface, "Sic 'em!"
"Oh, I'm sick, alright," grinned Rhino.
"Under the bed now," ordered Batman. Without much room to move, he did not like his chances against an eight-foot man. So Batman and Robin got under the bed. Batman lowered his voice to a whisper. "Wait till he tries to get under the bed. We'll use it as a weapon from both sides."
"Don't worry, blind Bat and pretty birdie," said Rhino in mock sweetness as he started crawling under the bed with difficulty because of his size. "I ain't gonna hurt you more than a car crash."
"Now," shouted Batman. He and Robin got out from under the bed on opposite sides and picked up the bed together. They used it to club Rhino over the head with it several times, knocking him out.
"How lucky can you get, Gatman?" thundered a frustrated Scarface.
"I told you they were up to something, Scarface," said The Ventriloquist. The dummy headbutted Arnold Wesker, knocking both his Scarface and Ventriloquist personalities out.
"All's well that ends well," said a cheery Robin.
"Not so fast," Batman ran to the trap door. Scarface's men were safe. "We'll discuss this later."
Sure enough, the discussion in the Batcave landed Robin in trouble.
"It was a bad move, plain and simple," said an angry Batman. "What you did could have killed them."
"I did it to save us," said Robin.
"Not good enough," said Batman. "If I only cared about myself, I wouldn't be wearing this suit. Or do you think I do it to look cool?"
"With all due respect, Master Bruce," Alfred defended Robin. "They were trying to kill you."
"And I would rather die than sink to their level," declared Batman. "Or even potentially sink to their level."
"Without denying that I screwed up tonight, myself," Batgirl chimed in, "I have to agree with Batman. Dad always told me that there was nothing he was more proud of than never receiving a single citizens' complaint. Robin, being a hero isn't just about rounding up bad guys and catching good guys as they fall. It's about being responsible. And it doesn't sound like you were tonight."
"I'm sorry," Robin finally admitted his mistake.
"I hope you both learned something," Batman now addressed both of his young allies. "Do you understand that this is too dangerous a time for amateur hour?"
Batgirl and Robin nodded.
"Then go." They did. Batman felt as bad as they had. He could not believe he had not taught them better.
"Don't take it so hard, Master Bruce," said Alfred. "I do believe they realize that they did wrong tonight."
"The first step," acknowledged Batman. "Maybe I did do something right with them."
"This is not the norm," said Alfred. "They are heroes as surely as you, Sir. You did a lot of things right!"
Bruce Wayne's perspective:
During Bruce's first coffee break in his office the next day, Wayne Enterprises vice president Lucius Fox asked, "We've been neutral in the accusations against The Batman," said Lucius. "But you know the press, police, politicians, even our more vocal customers keep asking us. Perhaps we should take a stand."
Bruce spit out some coffee in surprise. This was very awkward. Still, Lucius was right. It was time to answer the question.
Bruce felt that he should avoid suspicions at all cost. Now more than ever! The company would talk against Batman.
"I think that if The Batman were innocent, he wouldn't run," said Bruce.
"Oh," said Lucius. He seemed disappointed. "I'll carry out your..."
Lucius was interrupted by knocking on the door and opened it.
It was Selina Kyle, The Catwoman, although Batman had never proved this. Bruce's first instinct was to question her harshly in an attempt to intimidate her into admitting that she was the true identity of Catwoman.
"I know who you are," said Lucius with his arms folded. "Unless you have important business here, I think you should go."
And Batman would agree with that. But not Bruce. Bruce was a flirting playboy with little sense of reality, or so most felt. Bruce had to tolerate and even court this beautiful, dangerous woman.
"Nonsense," Bruce pretended to be cheerful. "Ms. Kyle has been found guilty of nothing. She's as welcome as any other citizen."
"Watch your back," warned Lucius.
"Don't you have work to do?" asked Bruce. Lucius reluctantly walked out of the room.
"How can I help you?" asked Bruce.
"I want to thank you," said Selina. "I lost my parents as a child and was homeless for several years. If you weren't such a generous donor..."
"Did my charity money go to you?" asked Bruce. "Despite your name recognition, this is the first I've heard of it."
"Not surprising," said Selina. "You make so many donations. You can't possibly keep up with them all. But I still felt I had to tell you. Thanks."
Bruce paused. There was no way to know if what Selina was saying was true. Bruce's gut told him this was the plan.
"How about we discuss this over lunch?" Bruce hoped dearly Selina would refuse. The only reason he asked was because it would be out of character not to. He had chosen the lesser of two evils.
"I'd love to," smiled Selina.
Fortunately, the meal turned out to be a typical date. Bruce and Selina ate, discussed their past, and laughed. Better yet, Selina went home without asking for another date. Maybe Bruce had dodged a bullet. But then, Batman dodged enough.
Selina's perspective:
Selina returned to her apartment with a smile on her face.
"Have a good time?" asked Sabisia.
"Mm-hmm," hummed Selina. "It was like walking on air. He's a good guy. A rare thing these days. And best of all, I confirmed it. It's him."
"Are you one hundred percent sure?" Sabisia asked pointedly.
"One thousand percent sure," said Selina. "An accomplished thief and martial artist sees details, and I'm both. Wayne has Batman's face, his eyes, he walks like him, and his clumsiness is an act."
"There's one thing that doesn't seem right," Sabisia offered her last doubts. "Why the Hell would a rich white guy do this? I know he lost his parents and that got to him, but isn't he over that?"
"Maybe he was only pretending," suggested Selina. "Doesn't matter. I've seen too many similarities. Care to show me any other big, rich, white dudes who look and walk like Batman?"
"No," Sabisia gave up. "So now that Catwoman knows who Batman is, what's she gonna do?"
"That's the $200,000 question," sighed Selina. "I can easily meet Batman now that I know who he is, but he's turned me down over and over. Logically, I should turn him in for the reward, but I really don't want that. I need time."
"Don't be too long," said Sabisia. "The cops are liable to render all this moot."
Selina nodded.
