Nude feet walked over the cold floor. Long fingers picked up a newspaper under her door.

"The economy in a critical moment." She read, "I don't know why the news, always is critical.

The red head dressed just with her bathrobe, took a warm cup of coffe and sat on the kitchen table opening it. Giving a sip to the warm liquid she felt her soul feeling relieved. Was incredible what the coffe could do to the body. Slowly she began to remove the "useful2" sections, the ones that she never read… sports, hobbies, announces classified, home, cars, entertainment, socials…

She froze.

A big picture of Selina Kyle was on the socials section. She read the small letter, it was the recent Van Gogh's exposition. She looked the date of the exposition. Tuesday, two days ago. Her eyes searched immediately for the note.

"…surprised us the return of Selina Kyle, who recently came back to New Gotham after years of live in Paris… she said she had comeback to settle again in our marvelous metropolis…"

"Dammit." The red head mumbled to her self lowering the paper, "What is she planning now?" The last Barbara had heard, Selina had gone off to Paris and had disappeared from the face of the earth soon after. Selina Kyle was well known for her astuteness, she surely had back thinking in a robbery. And must be a big one. She needed investigate her and immediately.

After a week with out sleep well because Helena kicked at nights. Selina thought the most healty was go to buy Helena her new bedroom. They walked for hours in the biggest commercial centers looking for a room that Helena liked. They walked by the street looking the stores and Helena ran from store window to store window; she liked the colors, toys and clothes. Selina walked slowly enjoying her happiness.

The place was full of people, Selina stopped to look a porcelain dolls while her little girl keep walking.

"Don't go so far." Selina said to her checking the incredible dolls. Her eyes fixed on a doll with a Swedish dress, it was really beauty. Suddenly she heard a hard sound, an explosion. The force of it pushed her against the ground. Broken glasses fell over her and she covered her self with her hands. The people began to run and scream and the street was a chaos.

She was stunned a few seconds, her girl's name was the first ting that came to her mind "Helena?... Helena, where are you?" She stood up hesitant; the place was fill of smoke, a man pushed her against the wall. She raised her head trying to find her girl, "Helena!" pushing people she began to walk toward the place she had saw her last time.

"A gas thank exploded in the restaurant of the corner." A man said.

Selina's heart began to beat faster, she couldn't find Helena. The people were hysterical and just running trying to exit the place. Feeling desperate, she jumped on a car parked at the street. She needed find her, the people would crush her easily. She shouted but it were silenced by the people screams.

Suddenly she found her; she was on a cornice of the building. It was a second floor. How the heck had she gone there? She jumped through the cars parked on the street until she was near her. Helena was visible scared crouched against the wall and trembling; her eyes feral looking the chaos below her, showed her panic.

"Helena!" she jumped below her.

The little brunette heard her name and looked her down. "Mom!"

"Don't worry honey, come here." Selina extended her arms toward her.

"C'est trop haut." Helena mumbled looking afraid down.

"Just jump down now."

"J'ai peur, maman" the girl moved her head pushing her self

against the wall with her feet. It was too high and she was afraid.

"I know you are scared dear, calm down. Come here…"

"J'ai peur maman"

Selina jumped easily to the cornice; Helena almost immediately jumped over her hugging her strongly; the blonde almost lost the equilibrium but managed to balance her self pretty well hugging her girl back. "It's okay, I'm here honey." She rocked her back and forth slowly trying to calm her.

"What happened mom?"

"Just an accident, but everything is okay." she moved her head back and looked for her eyes. Her little feral golden pupils had turned back to deep blue. "Are you fine?"

Helena nodded.

"How did you climbed here?"

"I jumped."

Selina raised her brown and looked down. It were more of 15 feet. "Do you jumped here?"

"Don't move madam!" a policeman shouted, "we will move you down in a few."

Selina nodded, she easily could move down, but, well, in that moment there were many people around and Helena was tightly wrapped on her. She kissed her head and rubbed her back. "It's okay honey."

The dark figure walked inside the room. She put her hand on her head and removed her cowl. She threw it to the floor and let her self fall on the coach of the living room. She raised her arm and turned on the night table light. Sighing, she rested her head on the back of it closing tired green eyes.

Had been a roughly night. Stop three robberies, fight against a gang of troublemakers and deal with two youth thieves that tried to show her they were stronger than her. That fights usually were a waste of time. She had trying to know what was planning Catwoman but no one in the underworld had heard about her. She wanted ask Bruce but he was out, in a trip in the mid east, and he would come back in two weeks according with Alfred.

But well, she could investigate her later. She wanted in that moment just take a warm bath and sleep. Sleep until late but it was impossible; she needed work early at the morning. She grumbled thinking on it. She turned her head and saw the flash of the record message shining. She pressed the button.

You have four messages. Monday, May 13, five PM… Babs, this is your dad, I wait for you tomorrow afternoon to go to eat, don't forget it.

"Damn, I had forget it…" the red head growled.

Monday, May 13, seven PM… Miss Gordon, this is James Laffert, Director of New Gotham Museum I want talk to you about your speech in the museum next week. Call me. You said we would check it tomorrow morning.

"Yea, I forgot it too…"

Monday, May 13, seven ten PM… Barbara, Dick here I wanted invite you to dinner but… well I'll try to call you later.

She raised her head curious.

Monday, May 14, eight thirty PM… Barbara, Dick again, well I hope you have time tomorrow and maybe we can go out to dinner. Call me.

"Wonder boy inviting me to dinner?" she rested her head again on the coach. After a few seconds she laughed and stood up to go to take a bath. "Great!"