There's a Fine Line Between Love and Hate....And You're Walking it: Chapter Six: The History Revealed
Emily, out of courtesy, controlled a gasp.
"Uumm..Uuh...uuhhmm..." thought Emily nervously. "Think stupid, think!"
"Uh...Come in, Ms. Kyle. What a pleasure to see you," she lied.
"You don't need to act around me," said Selina, putting a hand on Emily's shoulder. All the biased hate Emily had built up because she had hurt Bruce melted. How could such nice people be criminals?
"I better ask Kat that," thought Emily, bitterly.
"Hello Selina," said Bruce, standing at the top of the stair case. Emily hated it when he snuck up on people liked that, remembering vividly how he'd done the same thing with Harlene Quinzel when she came to get Rosy. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see Selina cringe too.
"There's a history, that I know WAY too much about," she thought.
"Would you like some coffee?" he asked.
"Aka," thought Emily, " 'Emily, get your butt into the kitchen, get coffee, and don't let me catch you eves dropping' " She quickly and quietly brought out the coffee, and just as quickly left.
...
"There's nothing I can do about what they decided. The corporations more Powers than it is mine," said Bruce as Selina had made her case for Bruce to change his mind and give Kat the funding. With a steady fund, Kat wouldn't have to be Catwoman.
"But," she thought, "Kat's too much like me, and probably wouldn't quit anyway"
"But you were always in control before! Everyone knows that if you put your mind to it, Powers wouldn't even have a chance to argue!"
"Selina," said Bruce, "I know you're worried about your granddaughter but I've bickered with Powers too much as of late, and I have to choose my battles."
"You say you can't, but you just won't," she thought angrily. "Why on earth should I be worried about Kat? She's a big girl, she can take care of herself," she added aloud.
"Because there are few people in this city who still have brains and use them, and all those who do know that Kat is Catwoman. Not think, know."
"Especially you," she said.
"Yes. Especially me."
"You always were a quick thinker Bruce, but I'll never admit to anything that would put Kat in any danger."
"Police or other sort."
"Anything," she said angrily, knowing what he was getting at.
"If more people put two and two together Kat won't be the only one who's in danger."
"I can tie my own shoes and everything Bruce, I'm old enough to take care of myself. But Kat's still so naive. She wants the world and a few set backs will bring her crashing down. So she'll try the most drastic of measures, rarely thinking things through. I knew my son and I know my granddaughter. For heavens sake don't start worrying over me now."
There was a pause.
"I was very sorry to hear about Luke and Angie."
"I know," she said. "So was I."
...
"Grandma!" called Kat, as her grandmother had returned from her vacation, "I'm back from the grocery store!"
Nothing.
"Odd...." thought Kat. She was normally always home. "Grandma!" she called aloud again. "Grandma?!" she cried, getting worried. Why wasn't she there? She was always there! She seemed to know when Kat needed her and appeared on the spot!
Kat was breathing heavily, remembering the last time she was this scared. She remembered the time before that too.
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Kat had been born Kathryn Selina Jones, dubbed Kat by her big brother. Her mother, Jessica Jones, had died of cancer when she was three, leaving her father, Luke, with a horrible heart ache. Still, he never remarried, and lived with his as of yet unmarried sister, Angie, and his two children, Jason and Kat. Kat was, in a way, the odd one out, because while she was exactly like Selina, in look and style, Luke, Angie, and Jason all looked like Selina's now dead husband Bill.
Selina and Kat were like to peas in a pod, and that is why Selina baby sat Kat while Luke and Angie took Jason to the doctor for what was suspected pneumonia.
But they never made it there.
Kat, at age five, had lost her father, aunt and brother in a car crash because of a drunk driver. Selina had told Kat that Gad had gotten so lonely without her father, aunt and brother that he jut couldn't wait any longer, and had to take them up to heaven. At this, Kat had started to cry.
"God wasn't lonely for me too?"
"No," said Selina, "That's not it! He missed you most of all, but he knew that I'd be very sad if you left, so he had you stay here with me."
This had satisfied Kat when she was little. When she was eight, and she was asked about the incident, she'd just say coldly "They died in a car wreck."
Selina did not know what prompted this change, but she did not argue with it.
One day, when Kat was eight, Selina trusted Kat to stay by herself while she went grocery shopping. She had forgotten to tell Kat.
...
"Grandma!" I called, "What's for dinner?" No response. "Grandma?"
I scurried all over the house, I looked under tables, in closets, I even flipped over pillow cushions I was so desperate to find her.
What can I say? In desperate times the human brain relies more on instinct than it's own, rational function. Pair that up with an eight year old and nothing has possibilities, and everything does.
Was I going to loose her too? Would God get lonely again?
"God didn't get lonely," I thought bitterly, remembering how some of the boys at school had teased me about my explanation of my family's death. "They died in a car wreck."
Well? Did she? When my Grandmother got home, she found me nestled in the couch, crying my eyes out. She snuggled with me, gave me some cookies, and thought it was all better.
It never could be.
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"Ring! Ring! Ring!" went the phone at Wayne Manor, after Selina had left.
"Hello?" Emily answered.
"What did you do with her!" yelled Kat hysterically on the other end.
"What are you talking about?"
"My grandmother! Where did you take her?"
"I don't know where she is! She left an hour ago!"
"No she didn't! If she had she'd be here by now!"
"I swear to God Kat! Why would I abduct your grandmother?"
"Like you need a reason."
"Just like you don't need a reason to steal art?"
"I have a reason! I swear if you hurt one hair-"
"How's it feel to be on the receiving side?!" Emily yelled, still extremely hurt by Terry's abduction. Emily began to laugh.
"What are you laughing about?!"
"You're not calling because you think she's here."
Kat was silent, except for her heavy breathing.
"You're calling because you have no one else to call!"
"Stop chasing me!"
"I can't stop. Did you think you could just get away with it? That because you're cause was good everyone would just stand up and cheer? Wake up call Kat! The world doesn't work like that! Turn yourself over, this has got to end!"
"You'll have to cath me first!"
There was a dial tone, then silence.
"Kat? Kat!" Emily shouted. She turned around to find Bruce who had been listening the whole time. He had a hand under his chin thoughtfully. Emily looked slightly hurt from the call.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
Bruce was silent, then said:
"Bring Kat to her senses. Either by yourself, with Terry, or with Selina."
...
Kat stood beside the phone shaking with fear, shaking with anger. She breathed heavily. No! Emily was wrong! She was wrong about everything.
The door opened. "Kat?"
"Grandma!" Kat cried as she flung her arms around her. "I was so worried about you!" she sobbed.
"Kat, this has got to end."
To Be Continued.....
