Sorry I've been missing for so long?

Selina's POV:

6 months after she left:

Okay, I said I wasn't going to be long and it's been six months- so obviously there's going to be angry faces. Dick will definitely be angry because I just know. However Alfred won't be... Right?

At Wayne manor:

Alfred's just let me in. As soon as I step on the hard, cold marble floor a shiver runs up my spine;

Something wasn't right.

I walk into the living room and I see Dick.

"Hey! Sorry for leaving like that, you know why though. I can tell by the eye bags under your eyes you understand. Right?"

I didn't receive a reply. I had just gotten a dirty look so I was confused. My thoughts were interrupted by Alfred walking in,

"Master Dick, there's some more flowers where would you like me to," Alfred looked in my direction," oh."

Okay that wasn't like Alfred at all. I had one question on my mind that was eating at me so I had to ask,

"Where's Bruce?"

After a long silence, Dick finally spoke,

"Underground."

"Oh so he's in the bat cave then?"

"No he's... Not with us anymore" Alfred sighed.

"Did the joker finally catch up to him... The riddler?"

"No."

...

Since I was getting NOWHERE with Alfred and Dick I had just decided to go home. I did my usual routine:

Take off my shoes,

Watch some TV,

Have a long bath,

Put on pajamas.

Before, my routine would have 'become cat-woman, at the end but I've ended that now so it's pretty much a normal life for me now. Well, as normal as I could get it to be. I laid in bed with many thoughts regarding Bruce's death in my head. How DID he die? Head trauma; internal bleeding; knife wound, gun wound? I was laying out every single thing it could've been. Including the cut she had seen on his side before she left, had that gotten infected?

Eventually, I gave up and tried to sleep. I gasped as I realised,

"No it can't be!"

I jumped out of bed and headed to my computer to read the Gotham gazette,

"Bruce Wayne's found in the river."

I screamed in agony," NO! IT CANT BE"

I cried. I hadn't cried like that in maybe 15 years; maybe I was crying because of the shock. Or maybe even the heartbreak. I couldn't get the word to leave my lips because I was hoping it wasn't true. Deep down I knew it was so finally I let the word leave my lips,

"Suicide."