Hey guys! Christmas break is over. Sad. :( But new episodes! Happy :)

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Robin awoke with a start. The room he was in was dingy, grey streaks of late evening light leaking in through the crack in the dark curtains. Other than the grim lighting, it was a lovely place; well furnished, with black, leather furniture, the carpet was a pure color of white. The walls were painted a grey-ish hue, and modern-looking, exquisite paintings hung from them in areas that made the walls look less than bare, yet not over crowded.

The young acrobat found himself curled up on the black loveseat, peering into the kitchen through a long whole cut into the wall that divided the two rooms. On the inside, he saw the back of a woman.

The woman, though petite looking, was visibly strong. She wore a white tee shirt, and her short black hair was cropped just to the tip of the collar, faintly falling over it. The woman was dancing to something, although Robin couldn't hear anything. Her small body moved back and forth, obviously to the rhythm of some unknown song. She was cooking something, too. Robin could tell from the sounds of sizzling drifting through the kitchen and the lovely scents of fried foods reached his drowsy nostrils.

He didn't make his presence known yet, instead shifting his position so as to hide himself. Only now did he notice the large quilt that covered his body, shielding him from the cold atmosphere of the woman's apartment. He curled his body inwards, closing his eyes and burying his face in the warmth of the quilt.

The smell of sweat and blood instantly came to his nose, but underneath his own scents came one of cinnamons and apples. It reminded him of Christmas in the manner, when Alfred would buy those Febreeze plug ins that smelt like spices and wood. The smell reminded him of a particular Christmas memory when Bruce had thoroughly convinced him he'd received nothing for Christmas, only to reveal after the Wayne Christmas Party that he had in fact bought Dick a motorcycle that could transform into the R-Cycle in a few minutes. The thought brought a smile to his face, if only for a moment.

"I know you're awake, Dick." The woman called, interrupting Robin's nostalgia. He looked up, squinting his eyes once more against the dingy light in the room. He should've known.

Selina Kyle stood there, wearing a white tee shirt from some band of the eighties Dick had never heard of, and nothing else. She held a plate with some sort of sandwich on it in one hand, a glass of orange juice in the other, and had a single head phone hanging from her ear. She placed the plate on the glass coffee table and handed him the orange juice.

He thirstily slurped down the beverage, and then looked hungrily at the sandwich. It was a golden brown color, with ham and other lunch meats in between the slabs of French toast. On top it had blue berry jelly and powdered sugar sprinkled across in creative patterns. For a cat burglar, Selina looked like a pretty decent cook.

"It's a Monte Cristo." She said, taking a seat on the couch beside him, watching him nod his thanks and devour the sandwich. Her amused smirk grew as he made no attempt to hide his serious hunger or start a conversation, merely eat the sandwich. Despite its grotesque description, the sandwich was delightful.

"Jeez, Dick," She remarked as Dick placed the clean plate – literally clean, no crumbs left or anything – back next to the empty glass. "Did they feed you at all since they got you?"

Dick laughed, feeling his face momentarily. He realized she was right, and his domino mask was no longer on shielding his eyes. He didn't panic, however. Selina was someone Batman trusted with their secret identities, and she had rescued him. She was much alike Robin's surrogate mother, except so not motherly at all. It was complicated, and he didn't feel like thinking about it right now.

"Not really," he laughed wryly. He looked down, to see what other clothing he was missing. He was still in his black boxer shorts, and only his black boxer shorts. He was, however, cleaner than he had been when he had started his bath. "And I don't suppose you'll let me go home." He said.

Selina's smirk grew, mischief sparkling in her emerald eyes. She pulled her legs up, the long tee shirt falling dangerously low on her hips. "Don't bet on it, Richie." She bit her lower lip playfully, curling into herself, her tee shirt falling higher on her thigh still. "Don't worry though. This isn't a prison."

Dick laughed a little bit, rubbing the weariness from his azure eyes. "Then what is it, Selina?" he asked, looking towards the kitchen in hopes of getting more food. Looking back at her, she nodded her approval, allowing him to go to her kitchen and help himself. The kid was probably starving anyways.

"Consider it a boarding house." She called from the living room. "You can stay here until you're good enough to go back out there. Good enough to be Robin again." She stood, walking towards the back of the apartment, towards the bathroom, he assumed. "Come on! I'll show you around."

Reluctantly leaving the kitchen with nothing but a Rice Krispy Treat, he followed, munching loudly on his snack. He looked around the small hallway the apartment had, curiously eyeing the immense amounts of cat-themed art. Abstract paintings of cats, photographs, even a statuette at the end of the hall. He was truly amazed at what obsession could do to you.

The hallway moved into three doors at the back of the hall. One on each side and one in the middle. As they moved back, Selina began talking, listing rules of the house.

"Rule number one: no waking up Selina." She said, moving casually through the hallway. "If I'm going to be up all night providing for this family I'm going to need sleep during the day."

Dick scoffed at her. "Providing? Yeah right, Selina." A boyish smirk laid itself heavily on his lips, despite the remains of his treat laying on them.

She rolled her eyes casually at him, before continuing on with their tour. "Rule number two: stay out of Selina's room." She said, turning at him with her own sly smirk in place. "You don't want to know what I do in there."

Dick made a small gagging noise and pretended to vomit as Selina laughed and continued down the hall. She stopped in front of the door on the left, pulling the cracked door closed. "This is Selina's room. Only come in if it's an absolute emergency." She opened the door behind her, turning on the light to expose a white bathroom with tan tiled floors and grey fuzzy floor mats. It had a shower, not bath tub, which would be a relief to the young boy. "Bathroom, obviously. And that can be your room, unless you like sleeping on my couch."

Dick laughed, looking around the spare bedroom. It was roomy, with a twin sized bed in it. The sheets were, ironically, Batman themed. The Comforter was black minus a seemingly-glowing yellow bat symbol in the middle, whereas the pillows were merely black. He smirked, eyeing Selina, and continued examining the room. The closet was empty, as was the dark-wood dresser.

"What about clothes?" he said. "And a laundry room? Do you have one of those?"

She laughed. "Yes, I have a laundry room. It's in the kitchen." She lazily pointed towards the other end of the hallway, as though she didn't want to make the excruciatingly long walk back to the living room. "As for clothes, what kind of clothes do you wear? I'll get you some tonight."

Dick scoffed. "Skinny jeans and hoodies, mostly." He began making his way back towards the kitchen, determined to find food and a laundry room. "Anyway, we were on rule number three, right?"

"Yeah," Selina said half-heartedly as she followed him and collapsed exhaustedly on the couch and cuddled up to the quilt. She almost sounded as though she was purring as she did so, and that thought brought a smile to Dick's face. "Rule number three: if you leave the house, make sure you leave a window open. I'm not going to be woken up in the middle of the day to let your ass in."

Dick nodded. That one, unlike the others, was reasonable. "Alright, understood."

"Rule number four: always come back if you leave." She said. "I honestly don't care if you leave, or where you go. But if you don't come back by five in the morning, I'm going to think I need to be looking for a body. And that's really gross."

"Really?" Dick asked, a toasted-to-perfection waffle hanging out of his mouth as he searched her cabinets for syrup and silver ware. "That's the thing you think is gross? You've made out with Batman and killed people, you rescued me straight from a filthy bath, and you think dead people are gross?"

Selina nodded, a look of faux anger plastered on her face like the Catwoman suit. However, the mischievous glint in her eyes defeated her true emotions. "Sorry, Boy Blunder. Something about rotting flesh and decomposing people gets my stomach churning."

Dick laughed, finally finding the items he required and properly preparing his waffles. "Okay, true. Whatever. Rule number five?"

"Rule number five:," Selina announced. In certain ways, she reminded him of an older version of Babs. Although, that thought scared him a bit, and he quickly shoved it away. Barbara Gordon would never be like Selina Kyle. "Don't be out causing too much trouble. I'm trying to lay low, and the last thing I need is my new roommate drawing Batman's attention to me."

"So," Robin clarified, bringing his feast of kings out to the living room and plopping down next to Selina. She had her head near his lap and looked up at him, the quilt wrapping around her head and shoulders and then spiraling down her curvaceous body and twining around her legs. "Basically, I'm not allowed to talk to Batman?"

"Or that archer girl he's been with lately." Selina said. She laughed quietly when Robin almost choked on his waffle.

"Artemis? Why is he with Artemis?" he asked. He doubted Selina would know, but the cat did have a special place in Batman's heart that Dick could never understand. Because a part of him hoped it was love – Dick really liked Selina. She was probably the only villain he was okay with being kidnapped by – between the vigilante and the villainess, but part of him knew it wasn't.

"I don't know, but the two of them got Ivy and Venus the other day, just after we left." She said. "She was probably helping him find you. Ivy won't talk though, and Venus doesn't know it was me. So you're safe here for a while."

The feline curled up into a ball, stretching her legs above her in a vertical line before thrusting her pelvis downward, using the momentum to fling her body upwards into the air, where she performed a flip and landed silently on the pads of her feet.

"And rule number five:," she stated, calmly walking towards the back of the apartment. It was a good few minutes before she returned, dressed in her Catwoman garb. She was coiling the whip up, before placing it at her hip and moving to the window. "If you're going to go out at night, bring something back."

She adjusted her goggles before leaping out the window. Dick smirked to himself, thinking of how he could just write her a note and go home. Although, he wouldn't mind a few days off. A few weeks to recuperate and regain that muscle that he'd lost would do him some good. Upon going home, he'd end up victimized to Bruce's interrogations and blood tests to make sure all Ivy's toxins were gone, and all sorts of other unpleasant things. Right now, he could just hang with Selina. But he felt guilty not telling his mentor where he was.

"Oh, Bird Boy?" he jerked his head towards the window where the cat burglar had just disappeared, seeing her head hanging upside down, the fabric on the cat ears hanging loopily to the left of her head. "I'll be back in a few hours with some clothes for you. Then you can leave. Until then, there's some milk in the fridge and a cat coming in two hours. Feed her."

Then she was gone, leaving nothing but instructions and a knowing smile on Dick's face.

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Soooo, short chapter. I'm aware, and I'm sorry. I literally wrote this in a few hours though, because I've been grounded all weekend. I haven't even seen the new episode yet. So sue me, but yeah. Whatever.

Anyways, I wanted to get this out there before the weekend OFFICIALLY ended. Well, I'm going to go watch the new episode now, so I'll get your thoughts in the reviews. (Which is code for 'leave a review with your thoughts on the new episode)

I heard Tim and Dick were supposed to get some serious character development this episode. Did that happen?

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~Charlie~