GOOD NEWS! The reviews finally showed up, at least for me, hope they did the same for you! (X Anyway, I hope Selina's not too OOC but this is kind of how I imagine her, like she's actually a good person... who just enjoys doing bad things! XD Anyway, here you go and PLEASE review, I LOVE them!

DISCLAIMER: Me: Hey, Selina, do I own you?

Selina: What are you talking about?

Me: Do I or DC own you?

Selina: I am a free woman. You CAN'T own me. It's illegal.

Me: What about DC?

Selina: I am not going to answer that.

DC owns Characters... even if they don't like it.

I looked down at the little blue-eyed boy.

There was simply only one way to describe his overall appearance: outrageously and incredibly adorable.

Especially as he sat at the table gnawing on a cookie while holding a purring white kitten with bright blue eyes.

"Kitten," I smiled, brushing some cookie crumbs off his chin. He looked up at me and squinted impossibly blue eyes.

"When can I call Tati?" He asked.

Psh. Tati. What did Tati even mean? And why was I so… fine I admit! I feel… jealous. But why is the question?

Why am I jealous of Bruce Wayne? Why? I sat down and tried to put on a sad face. "Little kit," I murmured. "He just called."

"Really?" The kitten's face lit up. "Is he coming to get me?"

Shut up, jealousy. Oh, you too, guilt.

"No. He- he told me he doesn't want a little boy anymore." In all honesty, I'd kidnapped the little guy in ransom. BUT… if things didn't turn out…

Well, never mind that.

Meanwhile, Dick's face fell and tears shimmered. "Tati…" he whispered. Then he looked up at me, holding the kitten close. "Tati… doesn't want me?"

My heart fell like a rock… I wanted someone to feel that heartbroken over me! The look in his eyes… oh gosh, those huge blue-blue eyes…

"Sorry, Kitten. But I'll take care of you."

"Tati." He murmured. Then he buried his head against me sobbing.

I smiled and, I'll admit, I was thinking "In your face, Bruce Wayne! Ha!"

I never wanted to be a mother. It was just too… cliché. Or get married. I was not going to be some pretty little housewife who goes to Yoga every Monday. Or a mom making PB&J's every day for little brats that defy me and are gone at school all day anyway. Then the teenage years… ih. Don't want to think about it.

But now… feeling the tears soaking my shirt and the obvious and complete faith the little kitten had had in this millionaire playboy… I can't help but think, would it be so bad?

And maybe… maybe a Catboy wouldn't be so bad. Okay, maybe not Catboy, that stunk. Uh… Kitten? No. I'll ask him, sometime.

In the meantime, I slid downstairs and into my car, I slipped him in the back, poor little guy, he'd cried himself to sleep!

Then I gathered my cats and sped off. I was going to Metropolis- and to 999 Littleston Way where the top penthouse belonged to a sweet, timid lady with a passion for gardening named Jamie Nials. And soon… Jonny Nials.

*****SSTAAARRSSS!*******YAAAYYY!******************

"Yep. Catwoman alright." Jason spun around, examining the penthouse with numerous images of cats and even a kitty bedspread. Also, there was about fourteen food and water bowls in the kitchen, with neatly printed names on it.

He choked when he saw a Batman themed one as he read the yellow vinyl lettering. "Bats! She has a-a BATCAT!" He fell on the floor, howling with laughter as Bruce frowned at him.

"Batcat! Catmobile, I bet she's working on it! Hahaha!" He started tearing up. He rolled to one side and immediately stopped crying. "Batman, it's his shoes."

Jason stared at the little brown sandals with missing flowers. He pulled himself up, forgetting Batcat for the time being and picked them up to hand to Bruce.

Bruce stare at them for a minute then stuffed them into his utility belt. "Let's go." he murmured, and swept out.

"Hey!" Jason complained but followed Batman and jumped into the Batmobile, but not before snapping a picture of the cat bowl. They sped off.

"Where'd she take him?" Jason stared at Bruce.

"I don't know. But I know how to find out."

"How?" Asked Jason, dreadfully curious.

"Well, next Wednesday is the anniversary of WONDERS Children Hospital, five years, and I declined from throwing it but maybe…"

"No. No, no, no, no. Not gonnna' happen do NOT throw a party. Pleeeassseee! I hate the boring old people parties!"

"We're not that old, well, most of them, anyway. Time to get started. Hey, Alfred?" Bruce pressed the Batmobile's com as Jason groaned and began slowly going through ideas to get out of it.

"Yes, Master Bruce?"

"We have a party to plan."

I know. Points in this story are faulty- like the fact Selina gave Dick her real name and the fact that Bruce thought throwing a party would call the Cat... well, never mind about the last part, Selina ALWAYS has to crash Bruce Wayne's parties. Anyway, tell me what you think and thank you so much! Smiles! (:

~Universe

p.s.: Can anyone guess what my future hint from last chapter might mean? Imaginary mint-brownies to first who guesses right!