Chapter 5 (Hospital theft)

The Batmobile pulled up in front of a hospital. "Now who would rob a hospital?" Bruce wondered. "Catwoman, obviously." He finally located her in one of the back rooms, medicines were knocked over, pilled bottles scattered everywhere, Catwoman herself didn't seem to notice him. She clutched a bottled tightly in her claws. Then she looked up.

"Not now… Go away, Superman, I really don't have time-"

"Batman."

"What?"

"You called me Superman, I'm Batman."

She leaned toward him, "Oh."

"Catwoman If you'd just set the bottle down and-"

"No! You don't understand. I've- I've got …to…" Her words slowed down, the world around her spun through her eyes, she blacked out. But before falling to the floor she hit her head on the counter.

Batman didn't believe his eyes, "Catwoman?" Probably just a trick. But she didn't move… "Catwoman, this isn't funny. Catwoman? Catwoman?" No reply, no movement… He took a cautious step forward. Her delicate eyes were closed. He carefully removed the bottle, full of herbs, from her grasp, and set them on the counter. He heard the police pull up outside. If he didn't move they'd both be arrested. He didn't know what made him do it, but he picked up Catwoman (who was way too light for her own good), and carried her to the roof.

Something about her was strangely familiar. Her size? Her feel… She was just like… "Selina!" Now on the roof Bruce dropped the girl, accidentally, his shock, overwhelming him. He took several steps back.

Catwoman (Selina?) moved very, very slowly, "What happened?" That voice, was undeniably Selina's.

"No", mumbled Batman, still shocked.

"Batman, what- what are you doing in my apartment?"

"Uh…" Batman was at a loss for words.

"I don't have time", Catwoman weakly rose, keeping her front to Batman; she began walking backwards, her hands feeling behind her for a doorknob. Apparently, she couldn't see that she was on a roof.

That's when Batman saw where she was headed, "Sel-"

"AHHHHH!" Selina had taken a step off the roof.

Without even thinking Bruce knew what he had to do. His hand fumbled around his tool belt, he leapt off the roof, somehow managing to catch up with Selina, he was heavier. He shot a bat tool at the roof, it luckily caught onto something, the connecting rope stopped them both from certain death. Selina, Catwoman, had passed out again. He pressed a button and the rope pulled them up back to the roof. He gently pushed her over the side, he then pulled himself up. He laid down to rest for a second, listening to Catwoman mumbling beside him, "My ribs…." She gasped, clinging tightly to her own waist.

"Sel-Catwoman. Catwoman?" Bruce hissed.

Without opening her eyes, she swatted a hand at him, "Go away."

He longed to remove her mask to know for absolute certain that Catwoman was Selina, but the thought that he wouldn't want his mask removed stopped him, "Catwoman, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong."

Suddenly her eyes opened, she looked him straight in the eyes, yet he had the impression that she was seeing straight through him. She staggered to her feet, Bruce quietly rose beside her. She bumped into him, "AHHHHH!"

He grabbed her, "Shh, Catwoman it's going to be…."

"Dang I'm out of smoke bombs!" Cried Catwoman.

"Shh, shh, don't cry", Bruce tried to be comforting.

"Aren't you going to turn me into the police?" Catwoman asked hand on hip.

"I'm going to need two hands to look for my hand cuffs…" He gave her a look, he let go of her and seconds later declared, "Nope, no handcuffs", and just as he had expected. She was gone.

Finally Bruce dragged himself home, "Tough day sir?"

"Alfred how can I put this… Catwoman is Selina."

"Oh dear, I was afraid she was too much like you… Well never mind. If she calls, act normal, otherwise she might be suspicious…"

"But Alfred I can't date a criminal."

"Ah, ah, ah. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer…"

"Well, at least I know what to get her for our anniversary…"