Snow slowly fell outside the window. The sun glistened off of the snow that fell last night causing you to have to shade your eyes. The doorbell rang as the mail was delivered. The door was opened as the butler received the mail and placed it on the silver platter. His shoe steps echoed down the hall as he headed towards the study. Knocking softly on the door, he was invited in.

"Mail is here, Sir."

"Leave it on the desk." Said the man from the window. The door shut as he left and the man sighed. He will never be as good as Alfred, even though they are related. He sat in his chair and began looking through the mail. He stopped at the letter from Alfred. He opened the envelope to reveal another one from Selina. With shaky hands, he opened it and began to read.

My Dearest Bruce,
I don't know how my death has come about, but now that I am gone, there is so much you need to know. Bruce, you have meant so much to me. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I have never loved anyone like I have loved you. Bruce, many years ago I tried to tell you something very important, but you didn't want to know. Now, I have to tell you. Bruce, I was Catwoman. I was the Queen of the Underworld. I was the one who you used to chase and I was the one who you loved. You knew Batman and Catwoman should never have a life together, but you still loved me. The reason I left was because I was pregnant. Bruce, you have a daughter. Her name is Helena. I went to Europe to have her and then came back to the States. I gave up my life as Catwoman the minute I found out I was pregnant. I knew I couldn't be Catwoman with a daughter. I didn't want her to grow up in that life. When I came back into town, I never told you about her because I didn't want your charity. She and I have lived a wonderful life and she is a joy. I have never told her about my life or who her father is. I have sent her a letter telling her everything. Bruce, now that I am gone I don't expect you to take care of her. You still have your parental rights, but in my will I am asking that Barbara take care of her. Helena will need a lot of mentoring and someone who can deal with her needs. She has spent time with Barbara and has never seen you. I wanted you to know everything and if you have questions, Barbara knows everything. Please, don't be mad at her for not telling you about me. I asked her not too. Take care of yourself, my love.
Yours forever,
Selina aka Catwoman

I have a daughter! You should have told me. But I am not in the state of mind to take care of a teenager. And I have never even met the girl. I can't take care of a child! Bruce picked up the phone and dialed Laura's cell phone number.

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Laura had just returned from one of Barbara's therapy sessions. She was doing much better. She couldn't lift herself up on the rings yet, but she could do chin ups on the bar. Laura sat down and propped her legs up on the couch as her phone started to ring. You have got to be kidding me. Laura rolled her eyes and got of the couch.

"Hello, Laura here."

"Hi Laura, how are things going?" Bruce tried to act casual.

"Bruce, what do you want?" Laura wasn't fooled by his act. He hasn't even called to get updates on Barbara's condition.

"I was wondering how Barbara was, and Helena," He said after a pause.

Laura gasped, "How do you know about Helena?"

"Alfred, sent me a letter from Selina. She told me everything. Umm. So, how is Barbara?"

"Well, she is doing better. She is taking therapy right now and is making great progress. I am looking right now for some place where the two can live. Helena won't want to go back to her place. Actually, I have already cleaned it out and put it on the market. And Barbara's apartment doesn't have wheelchair access or room for Helena." I don't know why I said that.

"I see. How long before she can leave the hospital?"

"Another month or two. She still has another surgery on her back in a few weeks to make sure nothing has gotten worse. They are also going to try, if there is any chance, to possibly returning part of her feeling."

"I understand. Well, I just wanted to know how things were. Would you please tell Barbara I won't try and take Helena from her. In fact I am planning on giving up my rights as soon as the paper work is put together."

"Oh. I am sure Barbara will be happy to here that. She hasn't mentioned anything, but I know she was a little worried. I will let her know. Is their anything else, Bruce?"

"Oh, no. I just wanted to know how things were. Nice talking to you Laura," Bruce hung up, thinking about what Laura said.

A place to live, hmmm. Perhaps I should do something for them. After all, I don't want her raising my daughter in some rundown apartment. Maybe I have some building or something that can be changed to live in.

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Alfred walked down the hall and picked up the ringing phone, "Wayne Manor, how may I help you?"

"Hi, Alfred"

"Ahh, Master Bruce, it is good to hear from you. What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Alfred, I hear you and Laura are looking for a new place for Barbara and Helena to live. I wondered if I had any property that could be turned into a place for them. Can you look through some of my property and let me know what you come up with?"

"Of course, Master Wayne. I will look and get back to you. Good day, Sir."

Alfred smiled and walked to the office. He started Bruce's computer and pulled up property files. He quickly scanned all the properties and sent the ones that didn't have a factory or a building already in use on it, in an email to Bruce.

Bruce scanned the email and immediately ruled out most of the properties. Three of them were pending projects. Five he was selling, two were too small for a building, one was a park and two were to wet too build on. When he had three prospects, he called Alfred.

"Alfred, I have three possibilities. One is that old warehouse in Old Gotham, the next is that old house on ninth and Mark Street, and the last possibility is the upper levels in the Clocktower. Go and look at the properties and the buildings. Let me know which one you think will work the best."

"Yes, Sir. I will take Miss Laura to go look at them tomorrow."

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Alfred picked up Laura after she dropped Helena off at the hospital. He looked at the address and headed for Old Gotham.

"I can't believe Bruce is going to do this. I mean, it is very not like him."

Alfred smiled as he turned down the street, "Maybe, he felt it was the only way he could help them."

Alfred pulled up in front of a dilapidated building that had been vandalized. Some of it was old, but a lot of it looked new.

Laura didn't even have to get out of the car to tell this wasn't the place for them. "This is defiantly not a good place for them. Even if we re-did things, it would probably just be vandalized again."

"And I don't think this would be a good place for Miss Helena to grow up in. Not with her mother's past, anyway."

Alfred turned the car around and headed towards ninth and mark. This place was better, but way too small for the two. Plus it was next to a factory and if the wind changed they would get smoked out. Alfred sighed and they headed towards the Clocktower.

Alfred pulled in the ally behind the Clocktower. They stepped out and walked to a back door. They walked in to find flights of stairs going all the way to the top.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Laura looked up and realized what a climb she was in for.

"Well, this could be replaced by an elevator." Alfred tried to point out a positive side, as they started to climb the stairs.

It took them twenty minutes to make the climb. When they reached the top Alfred was rather winded, and Laura's legs killed from not using her muscles for so long. Man I need to go for a good run. Laura pushed open the door while Alfred leaned against the railing to rest.

"Oh my god, Alfred. Look at this place."

Alfred walked in and couldn't believe what he saw. The place was a mess, but it was huge. It was two stories tall with the clock face making one wall. Under the face there was a balcony that looked out to New Gotham. Debris and rubble covered the floor, and from the amount of water on the floor the roof leaked. But it was the best they had looked at in a while.

"It needs a lot of work, Alfred, but I think it would work. If we put in another floor to make it into a second level, there is a lot of potential. What do you think?" Laura turned around and smiled at Alfred.

"Lots of work is an understatement, Miss. But it does have potential. So, is this the place then?"

"Yes. Definitely, yes."

"Very well then, I will talk to Master Bruce when I get back."

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"Master Bruce, we made a decision. We think the Clocktower would work the best. But it is in very poor condition and will need lots of work."

"I am glad you found something that would work. Take the money from the foundation and use it to fix the place however you and Laura want it. Use my regular construction guys. They do good work."

"I understand, Sir. Do you wish to tell Miss Barbara yourself?"

"No, you may tell her when you wish."

"Yes, Sir. Good night, Sir."