Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"
gotham City
September 10th, 2010
I was on patrol with Robin, unable to stop thinking about what happened on the Bioship in Bialya. Even amidst my crime fighting, it was there in the back of my mind. I haven't seen him since, with Batman putting Robin and I on patrol as well as school starting for the two of us. But I did my best as the two of us went galavanting through the streets, stopping petty crimes and keeping an eye out for the big stuff. With high profile criminals, we had to contact Batman. Tonight was just that kind of night. What caught my attention, was a jewelry store heist and a hostage situation crossing my ear from the police scanner. Robin and I just smiled.
"You take the jewelry store and I'll take Batman to the hostage situation?" Robin looked to me, ready to bolt. I nodded and we separated, each diving off the building, using our grappe guns to swing onto the lower roof tops. I flawlessly leapt from roof top to rooftop, high and low to make it to the Jewelry store in the diamond district. The free run build up my adrenaline for the incursion I was about to cause in some idiot's robbery.
I slipped into the jewelry store without the thieves noticing. From behind an empty case, I examined the situation. There were two women filling backpacks with gems and jewelry. Actually, I was surprised to see the two females robbing a bank together. I mean, sure, one was just doing it because she just wanted something pretty or give something to her Mr. Jay, but the other, she usually worked alone and stole for her own benefit, as well as the girls she usually hung around with. I just pulled a set of electric bolas out of my utility belt and stood up from behind the counter, standing off with the two women.
"Aw, look at the little bat brat. Does the kitty cat think she can win this fight on her own?" Harley Quinn mocked me in a baby voice, draping her bag of loot over her shoulder, smiling at the jingling sound it made. Catwoman, on the other hand, just looked at me with interest, securing her bag to her back, like she knew she was done stealing from the store. She may be a neutral player, only caring for herself, but she was still breaking the law, and I was the enforcer tonight.
"Actually, this kitty cat is gonna kick your ass." I smirked, charging the bolas and chucking them at her, managing to get it to wrap around Harley's wrist and attach it to the shattered rim of the display case. The electricity knocked her out for the time being as I handcuffed her before pouncing at Catwoman, my claws out and ready. She seemed shocked when I out moved her and kicked her into a wall with brute force. But she just started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I said through my teeth as I angrily slashed my claws at her, just managing to clip a few pieces of her straight, brown hair as she leaned back to dodge me.
"I never thought I'd see the day where I'd get to fight you one on one. Ever noticed that Batman never let you engage me?" She pulled at the subject. I started to notice that we weren't actually fighting. All she was doing was blocking my attacks and evading me.
"I was inexperienced before, he knows I can handle you now." I replied, continuing the fight, tackling her into case of jewelry, the glass shattering beneath us. Catwoman wouldn't stop smiling.
"I don't think that's the reason, little Sylvie." She said, making me stop cold. I stepped back and retracted my claws, facing her with caution.
"Fine, you have my attention. How do you know my name?" I questioned her carefully, being sure not to set her off or scare her away. It was a large feat to find out the identities of Batman or any of his proteges.
"If you want answers, you'll follow me to a secure location. You'll turn off your GPS and communications with Batman. I promise, no harm will come to you in any way, shape, or form, but I will only disclose what I know if you follow my instructions." She spoke quickly, nodding to Harley. I just glared at her, leaving a disk behind to ping out to Batman to pick up Harley.
"Alright, I'm coming." I told her, turning off my radio and the GPS tracker in my holocomputer.
"There's a security camera that he'll check. There's no audio, so we should be fine. I'm going to run, and you are going to chase me at three… two… one." With a smile, she bolted, leading me out the back of the Jewelry store. We slipped through alleys and over building until we stopped at a particular rooftop, slipping into the warehouse below through a window.
"Start talking." I snapped at her the second she landed after me. The woman seemed pleased that I even came at all.
"Now, now Sylvia. What would your mother say about that behavior?" She asked, a strange glint in her vibrant green eyes. My anger grew in the pit of my stomach. "Oh, but you've never met you're mother." A smirk plastered itself to her face. I had no idea how to respond to her. She knew personal details about my life.
"I used to ask all the time when I was younger, but the way my dad never talked about her and ignored the questions, I just assumed she was dead." I told her, not knowing why I was compelled to trust her all of the sudden.
"Let's start with this, Kitten." She pulled off her cat cowl, completely revealing her face. "My name is Selina Kyle, and I used to date Bruce back in the good old days." The ageless seeming woman spoke slowly, making sure it sunk in for me. I just stood there until she motioned for me to remove my own cowl. I hesitated, but followed her instruction. "You know, of all things, I never expected you to turn out this way. He always said he never wanted you to know, in fear you would be dragged into the life. But it seems fate had it's way. I followed the news and cashed in a few of my favors to find out what happened to you back in Central City." I was so confused on my she knew so much about me, even knew how much she seemed to care about every little detail of mine that rolled out of her lips. She saw the look on my face. "Penny in the air." She spoke smoothly, watching the gears turn behind my eyes, it finally hitting me like a train.
"You…" I was overwhelmed by the idea, the truth that she was trying to tell me without being obvious. "You're my mother." I said slowly, almost not believing the words coming out of my mouth. But this strangely made sense.
"Interesting how things turn out. Your mother is Catwoman, you get experimented on and become feline yourself. You'd make an amazing thief, even better than me, but being raised with Bruce, I don't think you would even think twice before declining." She smiled. I started to see it, how much I looked like her. I always thought I looked a lot like my father, but once I saw her, I realized I was more her than him. We had the same eyes, facial shape, noses, eyebrows, chin, but I still had my father's prominent cheekbones and his jet black hair.
"Why did you never try to see me before?" I questioned, wondering why this was kept from me for so long. I was more shocked than angry.
"You're father and I came to the agreement that I would give him sole custody and stay away, so I could continue on the way I was while you were being raised in a proper household." She explained briefly. "But I was young and naive, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I never stopped thinking about you. I even watched from a distance, just to know how your life was going." She was becoming more and more maternal we spoke. But I stopped my strange feeling of security with her.
"Wait… Earlier you said you kept tabs on me, even in Central city… Why didn't you save me?" I asked, it coming out a little louder than I had intended. Memories flooded through my mind as I thought of the fact that it all could have avoided.
"I told you, I promised your father I would stay out of your life." She said simply, an anger welling up inside me, but I kept it in. But I couldn't stop shaking.
"I've been gone for too long. I need to get back." I said, my voice shaking, and her smile disappeared. She was a criminal, and I couldn't just drop everything to be with my mother.
"I understand, just don't tell Bruce you know, and if you ever need anything or you want to see me, just call." She said before tossing me a burner phone. I checked it and found only one number programmed in it. She labeled herself as S.K.
"Okay." I said before putting my cowl back up, and exiting the warehouse, making a break for the Gotham Zeta tube. There were all kinds of emotions running through me, but I had no idea what to do with them. But I did know I couldn't tell my dad. I knew I would have to be careful not to reveal anything with a tell or a slip up. The second I stepped through the Zeta Tube and entered the Batcave, I found myself still alone. After I had already changed out of my costume did they come home. I kept my back turned, walking over to the express elevator.
"Where were you?" My father asked as he pulled his cowl down. I kept my back turned.
"I assume you got Harley, since you didn't ask what happened. She and Catwoman were robbing a jewelry store, Catwoman took off, so I pursued. I lost her on the corner of 3rd and Deming." I reported in a low tone, taking off as normally as I could before they could say anything else, the elevator doors closing before they could say anything. The second the door opened into the study, I sprinted into the hallway and up the stairs, locking myself in my bedroom.
I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do, but the memories were getting harder and harder to suppress. I slowly started pacing around the room, trying to calm down, but my deep breathing became hyperventilation. I was pulling on my hair and scratching at my wrists. I sprinted for my bathroom and threw up, unable to control myself. I was panicking as I lay on the floor. I couldn't find anything to calm me down, not even that feeling from when I got my memory back in the hospital. But I began calming down when Bialya crossed my mind. I focused on the memory of Wally squeezing my hand. The memories of the lab slowly drifted away as I caught my breath, but I just curled up on the floor, keeping calm the best I could.
"Miss Sylvia, is everything alright?" I heard Alfred knock on my locked door. But I stayed quiet, in fear of losing my serenity. "Miss Sylvia?" He asked once again. I just pulled myself up off the ground and decided to open the door.
"I'm fine." I told him quietly, knowing he probably didn't believed me.
"I have prepared you a meal since you missed a proper dinner from your night on the town." Alfred said as he lead me back downstairs.
Author's note: Hi! I know this was a bit of a short chapter but I hope you all still liked it! Please review!
-thegirlwhoisstillwaiting