1Leslie Thompkins, friend to Bruce since childhood, was asleep in her bed when she suddenly felt a deep chill from her window. She opened her eyes to see two dark figures standing before her in the shadows.

"Leslie, I need your help."

She quickly switched on a light and gazed up at the badly bruised and unmasked Catwoman leaning against Batman's shoulder. Accustomed to tending to late night injuries, Leslie grabbed her glasses from her night stand and pushed her grey hair back into a bun.

"How did this happen?"

Catwoman clutched her side and looked away from Leslie as Batman tried to keep her balanced.

"There's someone new out there. Someone after Selina. I don't like leaving her here, but she refuses to go back to the manor, and-"

"I can speak for myself." Catwoman aggressively pushed Batman away from her side.

"I just broke a few stitches, Leslie."

Leslie tied her robe around her waist and examined Catwoman's blood soaked abdomen.

"Leave her with me, Bruce. I can take care of this." She opened the door to a storage closet where various medical supplies were kept.

"I can't do that. I won't leave with her here, it's putting both of you in danger. He's after Selina."

Catwoman was growing intolerant of what she saw as Batman's constant hovering over her.

"You're wasting time. You said you had a tracker on the guy, right? Use it. Talk to Oracle. Find him."

Batman gazed fiercely at Catwoman, and with that, quickly disappeared out the window and into the night.

The cold wind sent a chill down Catwoman's spine as Leslie applied a gauze to the injury.

"I think you hurt his feelings, dear." Leslie said quietly as she pressed gently on the wound. Catwoman laughed softly as she continued to stare outside the window into Gotham's skyline.

"There's no hurting that man. I think he decided that a long time ago."

Leslie looked up at Catwoman with concerning eyes.

"You have no idea, Selina." Catwoman pondered those words as she inhaled deeply.

"He just wants you safe."

Selina closed her eyes as the cold air hit her face.

"There's a lot we both want, Leslie."

Leslie paused as the blood stained gauze began dripping on the floor.

"But it's never enough."

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Gazing down on the city from a rooftop, Batman was closing in on the location Oracle had tracked the imposter to. It was a fairly typical apartment building, but Batman noticed that the room where the imposter had been tracked too had a broken window.

He crept in quietly past the broken glass as he deeply inhaled the fowl smelling air, ready for anything. Batman remained silent and still as he listened for a human presence. He took one step forward, and heard a loud crack beneath his boot. He looked down and found the shattered pieces of a syringe. He knew now that if the enemy had drugs in his system, there was truly no telling what his next move would be. He hid the broken shards in a compartment in his belt for future testing.

He moved forward slowly until he came to a dark room, where the light switch beside him could barely be seen. Keeping alert, Batman turned on the light and glared around the room in horror.

The light's above had a deep red glow, the only sound to be heard was their soft and constant buzzing. Batman knew immediately that this was the imposter's true sanctuary. The room was small and the air was stale. The aged wooden floorboards creaked as Batman took each step closer to what seemed to be a shrine.

His eyes widened as he gazed at the dozens of rough sketches spread across a cloaked table, each of a woman with tears in her eyes. The woman was portrayed as bound and seemingly in pain. He knew instantly it was Selina in every picture. Above the drawings was a vial hanging from a chain, filled with blood, and just beneath that was a lock of hair. Everything was her's.

Above everything else, with two red candles on each side, was Selina's mask that she had just lost in the previous fight. Batman's heart raced with hatred as the red lights that surrounded him penetrated his thoughts.

Every newspaper article on Catwoman and been pasted on the walls surrounding him. There was a small, worn bed in the corner of the room that had been stained with blood. On the ceiling directly above the bed was a large beautiful photograph of Selina Kyle herself. How he managed to acquire these things was the furthest thing from Batman's mind. All that mattered was how to make him pay.

Blind with rage, Batman tore everything down, piece by piece. He ripped apart every picture and viciously smashed the blood red lights above.

Catwoman had always been the one person he felt could remain above the criminals, never letting herself fall victim to anyone, like himself. The thought of this imposter perverting everything she had struggled for as if it were a toy only fueled his hatred more.

Batman caught his breath has he noticed beneath the now destroyed shrine was a large stack of papers. He slowly picked up the top sheet and read the typed words that stretched across the page. Reading in horror, Batman instantly saw what was a story that the imposter had created and brought to life. Every word had been taken straight from the page and into reality. Batman quickly read through each page in shock. Everything was there, even Selina's stay at Wayne Manor. Word for word.

It was this moment that Batman had reached a particularly disturbing section.

"After destroying the man's art, The so called "Dark Knight" read through the writing, now aware at this very moment, he was not alone."