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I am not a professional writer (as you can probably tell) and I don't own any of these characters - I'm just in love with their complexities! Enjoy the 6th chapter!

Chapter 6 - Reason

Selina was dazed to say the least. She awoke on a soft surface, probably a bed. Whose bed am I in? She wondered. Pushing herself up, she tried to make clear of the room. It was modern with dark colors and not a lot of extras. Probably a guest room in a house… Shit. I'm in the Wayne manor. One of her worst fears had come true. She put her legs out in front of her and they worked. Oh good I can still walk. What happened anyway? She really couldn't remember anything. But she did remember the show down at the party. Why do these people want me? What did I do? That was something she didn't even want to try to figure out right now. She needed to get out of Mr. Wayne's bachelor pad in the city. Feeling for her boots on the floor she put them on hastily. Then glided over to the door. No one is here… odd. That couldn't be the case. She opened the door regardless. No one was there. Fine. I'll play. She was convinced that this was a test for her so she took it. She worked her way down the staircase and turned to find Alfred – holding a cup of tea none-the-less.

"Good afternoon, Miss Kyle." He greeted her with a little smile. One that didn't break his face. "Tea?" he offered.

Wow. How can I even say no to this? Where did he find this guy? "I'll pass… thank you though. Hey. I don't suppose you would know where I could find my belongings?" She was in a large shirt and boots… not exactly the kind of get-up you would wear trying to escape.

"I believe Mr. Wayne put them in his office, of which you do not have permission to be in so why don't you sit down and wait?" Alfred was being stern now and it was apparent in his voice and stance. The tea tray was put down and Alfred motioned for the chair in the living room.

Ugh. This is ridiculous. I was too sloppy. Too careless. And too…. What? As Selina was about to go find her place on a chair she felt her side. It wasn't bleeding. In fact, it was bandaged and almost didn't ache entirely. What did he do to me? Might as well entertain the idea that Bruce Wayne isn't a complete asshole.

Sitting wasn't such a bad activity. It gave her time to think on what her next move was. But that didn't last long as Bruce came walking into the room.

"Ah. Miss Selina Kyle. Are you feeling better?" He offered a tray of food to her.

"Yes. I'm doing much better. Thank you." It was sincere. She could have died if it wasn't for him helping her. He could have done a lot of things… but letting her die wasn't one of them.

"Now, on to the bigger question… why was there a parade of gunmen and goons at my party?" He smiled a little because he knew why – but he wanted her to tell him.

"Honestly, Mr. Wayne, you have caught me with my hand in the cookie jar… I don't know why these men wanted me." I honestly have no idea why these fools are chasing me. For a moment she looked at him with her big brown eyes and long dark hair. It was enough for him to be caught off guard a little.

"Ms. Kyle, you have no idea what's going on then?" He asked her again.

"None." She said.

"Well then, let me show you something." He walked over to get a remote that was on a mantle. It turned on a T.V. that showed a video on pause. Bruce pressed play. The footage showed a woman breaking into an apartment and doing a number of different things, but one of those was breaking into a small safe and grabbing a little box before the alarms started sounding and then it showed the woman darting out the window. This was the night Selina had broken into the apartment – to wreck a little havoc on a guy who was bad news. "Does that help your memory at all?"

Selina stared at the video in disbelief - how did he get this footage? Does he have eyes everywhere? "Honest. I don't know what was in that little box, Mr. Wayne. Why is it any concern of yours?" she said directly.

He caught himself before saying something too pointed. He needed her to solve this puzzle. "I simply want to know why these men will stop at nothing to get rid of you. Perhaps it's because of what's in that box…" he then got up and put on his jacket. "I have meetings today so Alfred will be taking you home soon. Your things are in the other room, folded on the couch. Be safe, Ms. Kyle." With a half smile and maybe even a twitch in his eye nodded good-bye and walked out the door, down to the street where a driver in a suit drove him away.

Later that night...

"Selina? Is that you?" Holly heard the door open.

"Yeah, it's me. You alright?" Selina sounded concerned but it didn't show on her face.

"Yes! Mr. Wayne made sure I was alright and a couple men, body-guards I'm assuming, stayed here through the night to make sure nothing else happened.

"Oh how good of him. He interrogated me…" And also helped me recover faster. Damn wound.

"What did he ask you?" Holly was eagerly sitting straight up on the couch awaiting a response.

"He wanted to know what I took the night I broke into Highland's flat. But I'm not sure why because I didn't take anything of large value… unless…." She then ran into her room and grabbed a medium sized container from under her bed. From that she pulled out the little box that was in the video. Okay, okay, I remember taking this… but there was just a necklace in it. She examined the box and a silver necklace lay inside. She then saw the lip of the lid slide off a little. Inside was a compartment. Damn Selina. You're getting super sloppy. She opened it up and inside was a clear tube full of a liquid of some kind.

The next morning…

Selina got sleep – a good amount of it too. It was Sunday, and with no work she could sleep in a little. The night before last was too much. She recounted several times where she thought this city was crazy.

She reached over to get the clear tube from under her bed. Examining it, it looked like a muddy-white substance. Laying there, she went over the possible outcomes that came with what she was about to do. Can I trust him?

Two hours later, Selina found her way to the Wayne Manor. It helped that Bruce left clear but hidden instructions in her pants when he made sure they were clean after the fight.

Approaching the large front door, Selina felt like someone was watching her. Cameras. Alfred? Bruce? Before she could knock or push a button the door opened and Alfred was standing there with a small smile on his face.

"Miss Kyle, please, come in." He gestured her inside and she felt small again. The entry hall was large and tall. Was this marble she was walking on? Wood paneling covered the walls. Decorations, a few plants, and a very large chandelier were just a few things surrounding her. She inched closer and examined a picture on the wall of what looked like Bruce with his parents. The boy was young and innocent it seemed. His parents looked authoritative, but loving.

"Ah, Miss Selina Kyle. So nice of you to return." Bruce said as he walked down the stairs towards her. She was wearing a black dress with her hair down. The heels were also black. Black was a good color for her. Quickly fidgeting with her purse she pulled out the clear tube.

"I brought this. I don't have the means to tell you what it is, but I'm sure you do. Or someone who works for you can?" The last statement drew a small smile on her face. She knew types like him. He had everything. Handing over the tube, Bruce examined it.

"Well, Miss Kyle, you've done the right thing by handing this over. I'm sure what ever is inside isn't good and ultimately, I'm sure that the wrong people want to get their hands on it." He gave the tube to Alfred. "Alfred, make sure this gets to Fox? I would like a report by the end of today if at all possible."

"Right away, Master Wayne." He walked off into one of the sitting rooms and around the corner.

"So, Miss Kyle, can we maybe, discuss more about you over dinner?" he was being forward. This guy doesn't waste any time. Who does he think he is?

"I have a lot of things to do, Mr. Wayne and I honestly don't think I have the time in my busy schedule to guarantee a planned evening such as that." She inched forward towards him – her heels clicking on the marble below her – until she was maybe an inch away. He was a handsome man, and refined. "Perhaps, maybe if my schedule clears up?" She locked eyes with him and waited for a reply.

"Perhaps." He gave her a cornered smile then drew away quickly. Hurrying up the stairs he yelled down to her while still keeping a brisk pace, "Thank you again, Miss Kyle." The hall echoed and then he was gone.

*** ahhhhh! I can't help but tease these two a little more - like a good 80's hairstyle. No but really, they will be meeting more often and hopefully *fingers crossed* I can portray their relationship the way I see it in my head.***