A/N: Sorry I took so long, because this chapter is a long one, haha. It's over 5,000 words! I'd like to thank you all for your support. I'll keep up the good work as long as you guys do.
I'm also glad some people loved my one-shot The Cat and the Robin. One guy asked if I'll continue it, maybe bring in the rest of the Bat-Family… we'll see. I do have another BIG Bat/Cat fic idea. It's going to be a masterpiece. I will make it the greatest Gotham fanfiction that you will ever read, I swear on a stack of Bibles! Listen up, it's about…
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…something you'll have to find out on the final chapter now will ya, [insert Jerome laugh]! So stay tuned. I might actually have another idea after that one. We'll just have to see. As of right now, enjoy Chapter 5!
The Wayne Legacy
Metropolis, three months later
"Hmm… morning, babe," Selina muttered into Bruce's chest.
"Morning," he responded as he gathered her into a hug.
He loved starting mornings like this. He'd usually just lay on his back and Selina would wrap herself around him. Now that she's about four months, her baby bump was starting to show. It was only noticeable if you knew to look. Soon she won't be able to hold him as she usually does. But Bruce liked to spoon her too. She won't get too big for holding each other not for a while, but she will get big. But that was a good thing. A nine-month baby bump should be big. Not small.
The baby was now big enough to see if they were a boy or a girl. The doctor's appointment for the sonogram was scheduled at noon later. Bruce had to arrange his schedule at work for the appointment. Good thing it's winter break so Selina doesn't have to worry about school.
All of that will have to wait. All Bruce wanted to do was lay in bed with the woman he loved. They didn't even have to do anything. Only to hold each other. To cuddle and to kiss was plenty—
The damn alarm clock went off and so did Selina.
She grabbed the clock and chucked it across the room. Bruce didn't even flinch as it shattered to pieces.
"How many does that make now?" he casually asked after she snuggled back into him.
"Shut up," Selina demanded. Only caring about getting comfortable with him.
"Someone's feisty today," Bruce chuckled.
She gave him a dangerously sexy look. "Watch it," she ordered, "or you're next." She then got the hair on his chin between her teeth, letting out a low growl.
They just had to have a second and more irritating alarm in the form of an older English man. Thankfully he had the commonsense to knock.
Alfred said through the door, "Master Bruce, Mistress Selina."
"Ugh! I hate it when you call me that," Selina yelled.
Alfred continued despite her complaint. "It's time for you two to hop along for work. You have a meeting with the Board of Directors this morning, Master Bruce and you both have an appointment for the ultrasound. So get up if you want to see if your baby, I suggest you roll on out of bed."
"'Roll?'" Selina sat up. "Why does that word come to mind?" Her hushed voice laced with warning.
Alfred shifted nervously a little. "Err…. Don't try to twist my words, Ms. Kyle," he reprimanded. "Even if they were thoughtlessly chosen…. Please, get dressed you two." With that said, the butler took his leave.
Bruce climbed out of bed before Selina could collapse back onto him again.
"Ugh! Come on Bruce. Come back to bed."
"Sorry Cat," Bruce said as he slipped his robe on, "but Alfred's right. I've got a meeting at Wayne Enterprises in a couple of hours. Not to mention the doctor's appointment later. Don't you want to see the baby?"
Selina stood on her hands and knees. The skirt of her purple maternity nightie hanging dangerously off her waist. "A couple hours huh?" she said provocatively. "Hmm sounds like we have some time to…." her words drawled out and Bruce immediately understood her intentions.
The greatest intentions in existence.
She crawled to the edge of the bed. Her deepening cleavage and seductive eyes drew him closer to the siren. No wonder why the club she worked at with Barbara and Tabitha was called "Sirens." It's fitting. Bruce just hopes he won't crash on a rocky shore.
Bruce claimed her mouth. "I'd love to," he says between kisses. "Later. I really can't be late again. Some of the board members still think of me as the kid who merely inherited the position. I can't afford to be late all the time. That just might prove they're right."
Halfheartedly she agreed.
Bruce and Selina met Alfred in the kitchen after their morning ablutions. They sat at the kitchen island and Alfred placed plates of bacon, eggs, toast, and baked beans. Isis ate from her bowl on the floor.
"So what are you planning to do today, Selina?" Bruce asked while they ate.
Selina didn't wait to swallow her bacon before answering, "Lois and I were planning to meet at a coffee shop she likes later. We're just gonna hang out and stuff. Nothing else planned after the doctors."
"Alright."
Finishing up their breakfast, Bruce and Alfred went down to the garage to get in the car.
The scenery zoomed through his window. The people marching by looked peaceful. A lot of them held their heads high. When he drove down Gotham's roads, everyone always kept their heads down. Because if you look at someone the wrong way, you might get beaten or shot. Traditionally the latter. Not in Metropolis. Bruce found by-passing couples holding hands significantly noticeable. He noticed baby carriages being pushed. But then he saw one little kid holding her parents' hands and he couldn't stop his curling lips.
He didn't notice he was smiling until Alfred said, "Penny for your thoughts, Master Bruce?"
Bruce straightened his face and cleared his throat. "I was just, uh," he stammered, "I was just thinking about… the future."
"I see," Alfred remarked, still driving nonchalantly. "I'm sure fatherhood can do that to you." The slightest smirk was visible from where his young master was sitting. "When your parents were expecting you," he continued, "your dad had the same look you have right now. He glowed as much as your mother did. What I'm saying is, becoming a parent is…."
"Life-changing," Bruce finished for him.
"Yes, especially ones that were not planned. And most particularly out of wedlock."
Bruce's eyes snapped back to his butler. He knew it was only a matter of time until Alfred expressed his true thoughts about him and Selina.
"Alfred," he spoke with as much authority as he could muster, "if you are implying what I think you are, I don't think it's something to be pushed. I don't want her to think she should commit to something just because we're having a baby."
"Yes, that's very admirable—"
"And I'm surprised you're encouraging marriage," Bruce admitted. "I specifically remember you once hating Selina."
"I have never hated her, sir," Alfred defended. "I was just looking after my young and somewhat naïve charge from getting entangled with a sticky-fingered femme fatale with a smooth tongue. That was until I noticed some loyalty and sacrifice within that girl. Not to mention the genuine love that sprouted between the two. Some opinions toward a person can change, you know."
That was a decent answer.
They soon arrived at the new Wayne Enterprise headquarters. Alfred dropped him off and drove away to handle his other daily errands. Bruce sauntered through and up the building to the conference room with the Board of Directors gathering for the early meeting.
"Good morning, everyone," Bruce said sitting at the head of the table.
The board room wasn't much different than the one at Wayne Tower in Gotham. Glass walls separating them from the hallway and the big long table fitting about twenty members.
"Morning, Mr. Wayne. How's Selina?" responded Jayna. She was perhaps the friendliest member of the board. Bruce sure liked her.
"She's fine, thank you," he answered her. "Today we're going to get an ultrasound of the baby."
"That's great. I'd love to see it. Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?"
"No. All I care if it's healthy and safe."
The board—at least a few—knew of his relationship with Selina, but Jayna was the only one who really knew of her. She knew about them having a baby and she was very supportive. The others claimed they were supportive, but Bruce could sense that they don't like that Selina wasn't from their world. As in; rich, spoiled, and shallow as were most of the girls he hung out with during his brat phase. They did try to support the fact that he, an eighteen-year-old, was going to be a father.
Bruce looked down from the head of the table. It was odd that he was the youngest one and the only man with a beard. The other men were clean-shaven.
"Okay, to start today's meeting," the executive Beaumont, announced, "I'd like to remind everyone about the annual Wayne Foundation Gala is on the twenty-first of next month, Saturday night."
Oh right. Bruce forgot about that. As the living heir, he had to go and make a speech. He wondered if Selina would go. Though, she hated those types of crowds. She also hated to wear dresses, despite always looking amazing in them. Nonetheless, probably should tell her about it and she might agree to go. It would be perfect to show the media that the Wayne Legacy will not end with him.
Selina strolled down the sidewalk, the wintry breeze forcing her to tightened her parka around her. It was odd not wearing her leather jacket, but she wouldn't be able to wear it for a few more months.
"Cat!" her friend Lois called from the entrance of the coffee shop with her cocky smile and dark hair.
Lois Lane was in Selina's math class last semester. They both shared a passionate revulsion for the subject. Uncharacteristic for Selina, they became fast friends. She'd never had many friends except for Ivy or Bridgit. Or Barbara and Tabitha. It's hard to make friends when there's not a lot of trustworthy people on the streets. Lois wasn't like that. Her dad was in the military, so she grew up with a happy family, Selina thought. Though, Lane had a badass attitude big enough to earn her respect. She claimed that she wanted to be a reporter at the local newspaper. Why would anyone want that kind of job? When she asked that, Lois got very fervent and defensive. After that, Selina thought it was best not to question her motives again.
"S'up Lane," Selina called back.
They walked into the shop. Lois ordered a latte while Selina ordered a hot chocolate since she can't have caffeine. They threw their coats and scarves over the chairs of a corner table.
"So," Lois initiated the conversation as they took their seats, "how's that rich baby daddy of yours doing?"
"Fine," Selina said. "We're finally going to find out the sex today."
"Awesome! I remember you telling me about that. Which are you hoping for? Boy or girl?"
Selina pondered for a hot second. Boy or girl? She took a sip of her drink. "I'm not really sure," she answered truthfully. "Though I kinda have a feeling it's going to be a girl."
"That must be maternal instinct talking."
Selina snorted. "Yeah, sure." She took another long sip. The delicious chocolatey liquid warming her up. Weirdly filling her with nostalgia. "But, I'm kinda more worry about if they'll act more like me or Bruce."
Lois studied her from over her coffee. "What d'you mean?" the brunette asked. Her tone changing to something curious yet concerning. Something like a real friend. Which was odd because she didn't know everything about Selina. She knew she grew up on Gotham's streets and had to steal, do what it took to survive. Even mentioned juvie. Though there were somethings Selina left out. Some things that you don't casually throw out in an everyday conversation.
"Well," Selina tried to put her indistinct thoughts into words. "Bruce is a great guy, but he could be kinda brooding and stubborn. And sometimes a little boring. But then, I'm no saint."
Her friend's face softened to a wondering, calculating look. Her eyes darted all over the tabletop. Her lips did the tango. Selina knew she was trying to think of something that might be helpful, but she was eighteen. She had little to no experience with raising babies.
"One step at a time," Lois blurted out. "First, get through the pregnancy, then giving birth, and then… worry about the rest later."
Selina agreed with a clink of their drinks.
"I just can't believe how lucky you are," Lois said.
"What? Being pregnant before I'm even twenty?" Selina retort.
"I mean having a boyfriend who's as caring as he is rich. And hot. I wish I was in your position."
"Yeah, 'cause there's nothing better than swollen feet, sore boobs, puking all the time, and wanting to kill your baby daddy. Well, that last part isn't new."
They both burst out laughing.
"Still," Lois said through gasps of breath, "I wish I have a guy like yours. Someone big, strong, but I don't mind if he's a little clumsy. But as of now, I'm more focused on my career. I swear, I will be the best reporter this city will ever see."
Selina almost wanted to scoff at her credulous optimism. Seriously, why would anyone care about boring stories in the papers? Though she knew better than to say her thoughts to her. After all, Selina respected Lois's strong will.
The rest of their conversation carried on and progressed. Just about when Selina finished her hot cocoa, she received a text from Bruce saying he was waiting outside for her. She said goodbye to Lois and left the café.
St. Ignatius Hospital
Bruce stood by Selina's bedside. He held her hand and stroke her hair. The luscious locks were getting so long. He took one ringlet and stretched the end out just past her collarbone and it bounced back to its natural curl.
The doctor squeezed the cold gel onto Selina's bulging belly and used a wand to spread it out evenly.
"Alright honeys just give me a second," the doctor said working on the monitor while still holding the wand.
Their grip on each other's hand subconsciously tightened. They looked at each other.
"Are you ready," Bruce asked without controlling the smile on his face.
Selina took a deep breath. Even after four months and the previous appointments, she still couldn't believe she was knocked up. She would be a lot more scared a year or two ago. Now she's going to see her baby as not a mere fetus. The first scan of her uterus was just showing a peanut-shaped speck. The last one, she heard the little one's heartbeat for the first time and made her see it as a living thing. This time, it's going to be a person. Big step.
After one more deep breath, she was ready.
A loud whooshing sound filled the room and the image appeared on the screen and so did the baby. Selina gasped. For something the size of a mouse at the moment, it looked so human. Through her peripheral vision, she guessed Bruce was studying her profile to see if it resembled her.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
"That's our baby, Cat," Bruce said. He always says that as they look at the ultrasound before he kisses her temple.
"The baby looks healthy," the doctor said happily. "Development looks good."
"And there's nothing wrong?" Bruce asked. "No potential birth defects or something?"
"Nope. Nothing seems to be wrong. Do you want to know if it's a boy or a girl?"
Bruce turned to Selina. "Yeah," she said through a small lump in her throat. "Gotta see how we should decorate the nursery."
The OB-GYN chuckled. She studied the screen for a few seconds. "The little one doesn't seem to be very cooperative today. I'm not positive about this, but if I had to guess, you're going to have a, uh… little boy."
A boy!
Both Bruce and Selina's breaths caught in their throats.
"A boy," Bruce breathed. "We're having a son." He wanted to think it will be, but the doctor said she wasn't positive. She said she was getting a hard read from the image. So there might be a possibility it could be a girl. And he'd be okay with that. The thought of having a daughter was kind of pleasant.
He looked back at his baby mama and she had tears in her eyes. He couldn't help but kiss her head again.
Bruce helped her get dressed as soon as they finished and got copies of the scan. Alfred was waiting for them and he was excited to see the little one's image. Soon they drove away from the hospital.
The drive was quiet. Almost on the verge of awkwardness, Bruce broke the silence. "Hey, Selina. This morning at my meeting, they mentioned that the annual Wayne Foundation Gala is next month. I was wondering if you would like to go."
She looked at him for a second before answering. "Sure. You said next month right? I guess I have a month to find a dress that fits."
One month later
"Look! It's Bruce Wayne."
"Who is that mysterious girl with him?"
"Ooh, She's pretty."
"What family is she from?"
"Wait! Is she pregnant? If she is then are they getting married? I don't see a ring."
Selina adored overhearing what the stuck-up people were muttering behind her back. Them, with their old fashion and high-class thinking, really made them look like fools. Some women were beaming like how some did at that one dance she and Bruce went to on a mission when they were thirteen. Maybe they were gushing over that little Bruce got a girlfriend. Their reaction to her pregnancy would be more priceless than all of their fortunes combined. How would they react if they found out her true background?
Her ears picked up on a faint whisper of an insult that meant for a girl. Looking around she spotted a group of girls, about their age, staring daggers at her. Selina almost had to snicker to herself.
"What?" Bruce asked.
"See those girls over there?" she nodded toward the group giving her the stink eye. Bruce asked what about them. "Look at their dresses. The looks on their dolled-up faces. They're jealous."
"Jealous because neither of them is the prettiest person in the room?" he asked. She wasn't sure if he was joking or not. "Because she came in at the same time as me and took first as the most beautiful."
She had to scoff, but with a pink face. He didn't have to make those types of compliments anymore, he'd already gotten her in his bed. Yet she couldn't stop her face from blushing. He was probably saying that because of her dress.
Her charcoal and shimmering gold cocktail dress with an open back complimented her baby-bumped figure well. It was lowcut and the skirt fell just above her knees. The gold inlays glimmered like water and clashed with the black fabric. It did not hide her belly. It was good maternity wear.
With the dress, she did part of her hair up while the rest was down, shielding her neck. She kept her makeup simple. Mainly some eyeshadow to give her a dark, feline appearance.
She hated wearing dresses. They were uncomfortable and impractical. Her style was comfortable, mobile, and tough as nails. The only times she had to look "nice" were for snatching wallets or Sirens' work. But those times were over. She no longer had to only survive, or commit a crime to live it up. She was thriving and could wear whatever the hell she wanted. But she knew this event was important for Bruce, so this kind of occasion was okay to not wear pants.
Bruce sure liked her fashion choices by the gawking eyes he gave her as she walked down the stairs. Bruce himself didn't look bad too with his black tuxedo. Wasn't the first time seeing him in one, but never stopped making him look dashing.
"Flirt," she called him from his comment. "No, I think they're jealous because they were planning to get you."
Bruce being a guy was slightly shock and plenty confused. Selina then explained that the scolding girls got all gussied up because they thought one of them could try to seduce him. Not for a real relationship like theirs, just to get in his pants and wallet.
He surprisingly didn't seem surprised. That's right! Because it already happened during his stupid party spiral. Luckily Bruce claimed he didn't get any farther than a kiss with those floosies.
Selina then left to use the restroom while Bruce waited where he was. Bruce stood still waiting patiently. Though the quiet was interrupted.
"Hi Bruce," said a coquettish female voice. A voice too familiar to ever want to hear again. Bruce turned around and he came face to face with Grace.
She looked awesome, unfortunately. She wore a tight red slinky dress and obnoxiously high heels. Bruce hadn't seen her since… a time he wished to forget.
"Uh, nice beard," the brunette said. Her tone sounded fake.
"Hello Grace," Bruce responded with a neutral tone. He wasn't disappointed to see her. He had fun with her, and she was a good kisser. Not important. "How have you been?" he asked.
"Fine," she answered. She deliberately bit her lip a little. "After leaving Gotham, things got a little boring." She batted her eyelashes.
Bruce instantly knew what she was doing. "Sorry to hear that," he replied. "But you seem to be thriving though."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't mind living a bit more." Her tone was becoming more subjective. "Hey, remember the time you bought that club? You know, the one Brent tried to get us in—"
"Hey B!" Selina announced as she linked her arm with Bruce's. "Who's this?" she asked while giving Grace a look that could kill anyone.
The jealousy venting from her was toxic. "Selina this is Grace Blomdhal, an old classmate. Grace, this is my girlfriend, Selina Kyle, and this," he rubbed Selina's belly, "is our son."
Grace's eyes were wide with shock and perhaps disappointment. Bruce then said it was nice to see her again and he and Selina went to mingle with the rest of the crowd.
Throughout the rest of the gala, they spoke with some beneficiaries for Wayne Enterprises and some people who didn't quite irritate Selina to the core. Eventually, Bruce gave his speech for the night. He spoke about how times have gotten rough that made things changed and how they were overcoming those changes. At the climax of the speech, he hinted that the Wayne Legacy will not end with him. Leaving off on that, he marched up to Selina and kissed her for enough people to see.
A little flustered but pleasantly surprised. And happy he did not put her on the spot like bringing her onstage.
Someone from the crowd approached them. "Fine speech Mr. Wayne." This guy was their age, maybe a year or two older, with red hair and an air of arrogance. Not the usual moronic, carefree arrogance for the typical aristocratic brats, but something dark and knowing. Something that drove Selina's instincts into overdrive. The stranger introduced himself, "Lex Luthor. It's a pleasure to meet you at last."
Bruce was reluctant to shake hands with someone so full of himself, especially of someone with his family's background. "Feelings mutual," he feigned pleasantries.
Luthor's eyes moved to Selina and she did not like the creepy smirk he was giving her. "Nice to meet you Ms.…"
"Kyle. Selina Kyle," she answered as she shook his hand. Just touching him made her want to rob him blind and break his nose.
"Selina…" he spoke her name unnervingly. Drawled out every letter as if it had some hidden clue. Irritably reminded her of the time she saved Bruce from Jerome. "Lovely name," Lex continued. "Did you know in Greek mythology the name 'Selina' came from Selene, the goddess of the moon?"
Where the hell was this guy going? "Fascinating," Selina humored.
Lex laughed. "Sorry. I have a small obsession with those old stories. I especially enjoy the story of Prometheus. Are you familiar with it?"
Bruce was somewhat familiar but Lex didn't give him a chance to reply.
"He was a god who stole the power of fire from the Olympians and gave it to the mortals so they could have warmth, light, and cook their food. I've always loved that story. It symbolizes technology and how it helps all and gives glory to those who gave it. The Roman Empire built roads for people to travel safely. The British Empire built ships for its vast fleets. And America, well, need I say more? They ruled in their time. I just hope that someday, I might give fire to the people, and I'd expect to be recognized for it."
Bruce sensed something off about the person before him. It was almost as if Jeremiah was back. His fist clench at the unholy thought. He had to put Luthor in his place. "I'm no expert in Greek mythology, but wasn't Prometheus punished for stealing the fire?"
Lex's smirk dropped. One point to Wayne. "True," he grudgingly admitted, "he was imprisoned for it… but it was a price to pay for taking something very useful from supposedly all-powerful beings for not sharing that gift with others." His tone became darker even as he tried to keep his calm demeanor.
"Maybe," Bruce continued the debate, "but fire can cause more harm than good. The Roman and British empires were powerful in their times and they eventually collapsed. Back in Gotham, I knew someone who tried to design generators that derives energy from the air around them. He ended up turning those generators into bombs. And now the city is separated from the mainland." His chest tightened. "Sometimes, fire can cause a lot more destruction than keeping us warm."
"Hmm," Lex's face showed he was growing a distaste for Bruce's opinion, "you make a compelling case, but I will not make that mistake. Mark my words, I will save this world."
"That's quite bold to say," Selina commented. She was really, really starting to hate this guy.
He eyed her again with his smirk that was hiding something. "Audentes fortuna iuvat. That's Latin for 'fortune favors the bold.'" He said as if it was the most obvious thing to know but was explaining it as if she was a child. He turned back to Bruce. "I look forward to our next encounter Mr. Wayne. Congratulations on the baby." With that, Lex Luthor vanished into the crowd.
Bruce and Selina both let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. That man was like a mixture of Cobblepot, Nygma, and Jeremiah. A nightmare with a plan.
"That guy is such a—"
"Yes," Bruce exasperated.
"I hope we never see him again," Selina declared.
Bruce wished she was right. He looked back at her, drinking her in. Every curve and beauty mark. Memorizing every new detail as if she was a long-lost historical treasure that needs to be documented before something happens to it.
She noticed this. "What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said. "You want to get out of here? It's getting kind of boring."
Selina gave her trademark smirk. "Hmm, oh what the hell?" she shrugged. "My feet are hurting and half the food here is making me sick."
Walking hand in hand, Bruce and Selina left the ballroom.
The next morning
Bruce and Selina sat on the couch in their apartment. It was a pleasant morning after the gala and a long night of passion in bed. Another perk about the second trimester of pregnancy, one that should be taken to full advantage. Selina had her feet on Bruce's lap while his skillful hands rubbed the tension out of them. Since it was Sunday, they just snacked and watched some tv. No worries. They were at peace.
The peace was disturbed when a breaking news report appeared on the screen.
"We've interrupt this program with disturbing news," the newscaster announced.
Bruce and Selina sat forward as they saw Gotham's image in the report.
"For the last eight months, Gotham City was closed off from the rest of the world after a terrorist attack, and civilians and criminals alike have been scrounging for territory and resources. The Gotham Police Department has been struggling to save refugees from violent gangs until help from the government comes. Unfortunately, the situation in Gotham has only gotten worse and we are now receiving information that a new threat is terrorizing the hostage city. Who or what responsible for this heinous crime remains unknown at the moment. We have received footage from an anonymous source of a massacre of one member from each zone of the city. One from the GCPD's Green Zone, the Penguin's territory, Sirens', and others were found hanging from Wayne Tower crucified with multiple lacerations."
The couple on the couch gaped from the information.
"We would like to inform everyone at home that these images are extremely graphic."
The anchor did not lie or exaggerate. There were ten or eleven individuals hanging upside-down on crosses from the ledge of the tower with severe cuts on their faces. The way they were dressed, according to Bruce's knowledge from keeping up with the events, represented their own zones of Gotham. There was a cop from the Green Zone, a woman in dark attire similar to the League of Shadows', a bunch of gangs like Scarecrow's or Victor Fries', and a bunch of others with different masks and such.
As they looked closely, they saw the biggest cuts from the edges of their lips up along their cheeks. Even upside-down, it almost looks like the victims' smiles were broadened with knives.
Selina looked at Bruce who couldn't take his eyes off the scene. "Bruce," she asked timidly with her hand on his back, "are you okay?" She understood his desire to protect the city and its people. She'd never had that same passion, but she saw how important it was to him and he didn't want anyone to suffer the way they did. Seeing that horrific event must've opened some wounds, especially if it was on his family's building.
How could he possibly be okay?
A/N: Phew! That was a mile-long chapter. I hope it was worth it.
Yes. I added Lois Lane and Lex Luthor to this. I know at least one of you wanted Clark Kent to be in it because they're in Metropolis. But if he's the same age as Bruce, Clark would still be in Smallville at the time. I added Lois because I wanted Selina to have a lady friend. I tried to think of who. Tried to think of an OC, but then Lois's sneaky little reporter nose snuck in like how she does. And I thought she and Selina could be friends. They're both in love—or will be—with living gods.
As for Luthor, he could be a good competitor for Bruce in the billionaire game. Maybe at this stage, Lex wouldn't be a billionaire until he took the helm of his business and make more money. Two young magnates with vastly different morals. Should be interesting, but it's not the main focus here.
If anyone has a good Bat X Cat idea, send me a PM.
Catch ya later!
