A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm happy people have been looking forward to this!

Chapter Two - Old Faces

Everything happened a little in slow motion. She shoved him. He shoved back, only he shoved hard. Harder than he ever had before in their rare fights, hard enough to hurt her shoulders and move her backwards. Of course, on a perch this narrow, there wasn't really anywhere else to go. Backwards anyway.

There was plenty of room if she wanted to go downwards, though. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. She didn't want to go down, but Nicky's hands were really quite insistent.

So, Sarah fell. A shocked cry escaped her lips, and she saw the same expression crossed Nicky's face, but then he dove after her, into mid-air. Sarah screwed up her eyes and waited for –

The jolt when she stopped wasn't like what she expected. There wasn't a sharp pain, followed by darkness. There wasn't even the cracking sound of her bones breaking. In fact, there was very little pain at all. After about ten seconds of more not-falling, Sarah cracked open her eyes. She found herself looking into her brother's terrified face.

"N-Nicky?"

"Sarah, are you ok?" he asked anxiously.

She nodded numbly. "Y-you caught me," she said. "How did you –" She stopped, then, because she noticed she'd never actually fallen further than the fifth branch, and yet Nicky wasn't in the tree either. What...?

She looked down. Well, there was the ground, and Nicky's feet were a good fifteen feet above it. In thin air. "Nicky," she started, "how are you doing that?"

"I-I don't know," he answered nervously.

"Well... um... can you stop?"

"Um... not sure," he confessed.

"Try," she said, holding onto him a bit tighter.

Slowly, they drifted down until Nicky landed on the ground. Neither of them moved for several seconds, only stared at each other. "Um, put me down?"

He did, and she checked his feet. They were firmly on the ground. "Sarah, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to push you out of the tree, I don't even know how I –"

"I think I might," she whispered. "Nicky... you flew. A-and you pushed me way harder than you have before..."

"So... am I a... superhero?" he asked, unable to prevent his voice from peaking in excitement just a little bit.

Sarah rolled her eyes, but couldn't honestly say 'no'. "Well... maybe not yet," she said, "but where did it come from? I mean, meta powers don't just –"

"Meta?"

"Oh, it's the proper name for superpowers," she told him. She wasn't about to tell him that she'd found that information on Wikipedia. "But the point is they don't just... appear..."

Sarah may have been the genius, but Nicky was by no means stupid. "But, Sarah, if they don't just appear..." He trailed off with a nervous laugh, but she knew what he was thinking, and her eyes widened to the size of his.

"Then Mommy or Daddy... is a superhero. And if you can..." she swallowed, "fly and are super-strong..."

"Oh my God," Nicky whispered. "Daddy's Superman!"

"Don't be stupid, of course he's not," Sarah snapped, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Superman's in Metropolis."

"Oh."

Though that didn't really mean anything, she reflected – Superman could move at super-speed too, so who was to say he couldn't live in Gotham? No, it's ridiculous, she thought firmly. There was no way Daddy was Superman. It was just... wrong. "Besides, there are plenty of other heroes in the Justice League, who says they're not one of them?"

"Well who else is super-strong and can fly?"

"Um... Wonder Woman?" she supplied in a tiny voice.

Nicky's mouth dropped. There was absolutely no reason Mommy couldn't be Wonder Woman – and now that she thought about it... take away the glasses and... "Oh Hera."

Nicky looked more than a little freaked out. "That's… that's what Mom always says."

"Mommy's Wonder Woman," Sarah whispered through numb lips.

"D'you think Daddy knows?"

"Maybe..." Sarah said, no longer listening. Mommy was Wonder Woman? In that case how could Daddy not know? He wasn't stupid; in fact he was one of the smartest men Sarah knew of, so he must have known... but then Daddy was always pretending he didn't know things when he did... Could he be Superman? Maybe she was wrong – the gossip magazines always made it seem like Superman and Wonder Woman were… She shook her head viciously. No! There was no way Daddy was Superman. It was a horrible idea.

"No," she said firmly. "Daddy isn't Superman, but we're right, Nicky, I know we are. Mommy's..."

"Wonder Woman," he completed. "Should we tell her?"

"I don't know," Sarah said, biting her lip.

"I want to," he said, grin coming back. "Because this is so cool! I mean, my mom's Wonder Woman – and I can fly, Sarah, I wanna learn what else I can do to, and Mommy could teach me loads –"

"Yeah, but, Nicky, why hasn't she told us already? You know Mommy – she hates secrets. Why would she keep them from us?"

He shrugged. "Because she had to."

"Exactly," she pointed out. "If she had to, then it's to protect us."

He laughed. "She's Wonder Woman, Sarah, I don't think she's going to have a hard job doing that."

"Nicky, don't you ever watch the news?"

Her twin's blank look was all the answer she needed.

She sighed. "Being a member of the Justice League is dangerous," she emphasised. "Remember how Mommy gets weird bruises sometimes?"

Nick frowned – now that he thought about it... Ever since he could remember, Mom had had odd injuries. Because they'd always been there, they'd basically stopped noticing them. Still, it was true – just last week Mommy had three deep scratches on her forearm. A little guilt welled up inside Nick; he hadn't even asked about them.

"So you think Mommy won't be happy I have her powers?"

"I don't think so," Sarah said sadly. "Until you know how to use them you're just going to worry her more."

Nicky's mouth twisted. "So what do we do?"

She smiled. It was still 'we'. Even though she didn't have those powers, they were still a 'we'. "We just have to practice," she encouraged. "In secret, though, because if we let anyone know then we could end up in trouble."

He nodded. "Okay." For a second, neither of them said anything. Then Nicky asked tentatively, "I don't have to jump out of more trees though do I?"

She giggled and took his hand. "Not today. Come on, let's go see if Mommy and Daddy have stopped fighting."

On the way there, he thought of something else. "Hey, Sarah? What do we do if they find out before we're ready?"

She sent him a look. "You mean what do we do when Alfred finds out?"

He laughed – it was true. Mommy and Daddy were smart, but Alfred was... supernatural. No question he was going to be the first person to find out. It was just a matter of when he did so. "So?"

She bit her lip. She couldn't imagine Alfred would be angry... as long as they didn't make a mess. "I don't think he'll tell Mommy or Daddy if we ask him not to. But for now that doesn't matter. What matters is seeing what else you can do. I'll research what other powers Wonder – Mommy," she corrected, eyes still wide at the thought, "has. I just can't believe that Mommy is an Amazon. It kinda makes sense – she's always really for equality and... stuff," she finished lamely.

"So... if Mom is an Amazon... What about Grandma?"

Sarah's eyes widened. Oh Hera – Mommy wasn't just an Amazon, she was a princess, so Grandma Hippolyta was... "She's the queen," she whispered. "We're… We're royalty."

At this, Nicky burst out laughing. "Yeah, okay, Sarah, whatever."

"No, she has to be! Think about it – Wonder Woman is the princess of the Amazons, and if Grandma Hippolyta is her mom, then –"

He rolled his eyes. "Still not buying it, Sarah."

"Fine, then I'll prove it to you!" She grabbed his hand and marched back to the house, intent on booting up her laptop and showing him the Wikipedia page that would prove her right. Nicky didn't have much choice about being dragged along behind her. He sighed. Maybe she was right – his sister certainly had the attitude of a princess.

Though, he thought, that could be just because Daddy treated her like one.

When they got home, though, Sarah's thoughts of her computer were forced out of her brain – they had visitors. She stopped in the doorway, a huge grin on her face. Nick, not expecting the sudden halt, crashed into her back. "Ow, Sarah –"

"Shut up, Nicky, look!"

Nick looked, and also grinned. "Auntie Shay!"

Their redheaded godmother opened her arms. "C'mere, kiddos!"

They both rushed to embrace her, Sarah giggling as feathers tickled her cheek. "Are Rex and Kyra here?"

"Yup," she said. "In the kitchen with their auntie."

Sarah let out a soft cheer. Kyra had been her best friend since she could remember, and the two girls had known one another since birth as their mothers were so close. The Stewart twins had been born a little over a year after her and Nicky, and Mommy was Rex's godmother just as Auntie Shay was Nicky's.

"How come you're here, Auntie Shay?" Nicky asked.

"Well it's Mothers Day, so I did what I wanted to do – stop my kids moaning that they wanted to see you two."

After another minute of hugging her brother's godmother, Sarah pulled away and moved into the kitchen – and then was promptly jumped on by her best friend. She hugged back, then let go, hugging Rex too. He almost hugged back, but then Nicky came in yelling the word, "Cooties!" at the top of his voice.

Rex let go of her like she'd burned him. She and Kyra rolled their eyes at each other. "Boys are so stupid," Kyra complained.

Sarah nodded, but her agreement was cut short by her mother. "And just where did you two get to?" she asked sternly.

Sarah refused to feel repentant. If Mommy and Daddy hadn't been fighting then there would have been no reason for her to run off. "Climbing trees," she said.

Diana looked at her suspiciously, but nodded anyway, passing her daughter the baseball and mitt. "I think you dropped this earlier."

She took it. "Thanks, Mommy." She didn't ask where Daddy was – it was obvious he was gone, and judging by the argument they'd had, he probably wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. At least she'd see him later. She turned to Kyra. "Wanna play baseball?"

The green-eyed girl's eyes lit up. "Sure! Rex, c'mon!"

Without waiting for his reply, Kyra had Rex by one arm and Nicky by the other, and was dragging them both outside. Sarah giggled and turned to Auntie Shay. "You're playing too, right?"

"Actually, sweetie, I think your mom and I are just going to have some coffee and catch up for a bit," she said.

Sarah pouted a little, but unfortunately the puppy dog eyes rarely worked on anyone except Daddy, Dick, Tim, Uncle Clark and… Well, most of the men she knew actually. Except Alfred, of course. Likewise Nicky's puppy dog eyes only worked on Mommy, and Auntie Audrey, and Auntie Shayera... maybe she should get him to try this. Still, she decided to give it one last try. If they were playing baseball too, and now that there was Nicky's power in the mix, they'd probably send the ball into orbit within five minutes.

"Please, Auntie Shay? We'll probably need you to fly after the ball if N..." Crap! Hastily, she tried to correct herself, "...yone hits the ball too hard." Yeah, because that sounded convincing... She cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips. "I've been working on my swing, y'know!"

Both Mommy and Auntie Shay chuckled gently, and Sarah breathed an inward sigh of relief. Keeping this a secret was going to be harder than she thought. "I'm sure you have, kiddo, but you're just going to have to risk it," Auntie Shay smirked.

"Okay..." An idea struck, and she looked up again brightly. "Hey, is Uncle John around?"

"No, little star, he's not," Mommy replied. She and Auntie Shayera exchanged a look before she elaborated. "He's on business."

"Oh. Bummer."

The backdoor was pushed open again, and Rex stood there, already looking out of breath. "C'mon, Sarah!" He grimaced. "Nick's already kicking our ass –"

"Watch your mouth, young man!"

"Sorry, Mom." He looked back at Sarah with a barely-concealed roll of his eyes. "Nick's kicking our butts, and we need help!"

Alfred knocked on the door of the games room, where Sarah and Nick were sat in front of the giant-screen TV, playing some kind of racing game. He frowned slightly. He was certain that a moment ago there had been almost no sound coming from this room, and now the noise from the game was almost deafening. He shouted slightly to be heard above it. "Children, what would you like for supper?"

Sarah answered quickly without hitting pause. "Meatballs!"

Nick did pause the game. "You always want meatballs," he complained.

"That's because they're yummy," she said firmly. "Can we have them please, Alfred?"

Their grandfather figure looked at Nick. "Is that what you would like, Master Nick?"

He twisted his mouth. Truthfully he wanted pizza, but knowing Alfred he'd simply offer to make both, and he didn't want to put him to too much effort. But they had meatballs all the time when Sarah chose dinner. "Well... I'm sorry, Alfred, but I kinda want pizza."

Sarah, thankfully, changed her mind. "Oh, actually that sounds good," she said, sounding a little surprised. "Pepperoni?"

He grinned. "Sure."

Alfred smiled. Though the twins could bicker like no one else, far more often than not they agreed with each other. Certainly any arguments they had never lasted long; they were far too close for that. He only hoped that they would stay that way, especially when Sarah began showing signs of her latent abilities, as he was sure she would, quite possibly soon. It could all-too-easily drive a wedge between them, but equally he couldn't see Master Nick being anything but supportive toward his sister.

"Pepperoni pizza it is then. Continue with your game, my dears."

They both grinned, and then resumed the game. By the time Alfred reached the top of the staircase, however, the sounds of the game had stopped again. He raised an eyebrow. What were those two up to?

Deciding that it was best to pay it no heed, he descended into the kitchen and began preparing dinner. Master Bruce was no great fan of pepperoni, but that was too bad – he wasn't here to register his objections.

After chopping the tomatoes, peppers, and grating the cheese, Alfred began making the pizza dough. It wasn't a difficult process, though it could be quite labourious. Quite predictably, it was as he was elbow-deep in flour that he was interrupted.

Sarah came into the kitchen, looking around. "Where's Daddy?" she asked. "I thought he'd be back by now."

Alfred shook his head. "He is still out, Miss Sarah."

She frowned. "Out where? He said he'd be here tonight – I need help with my chemistry homework."

Alfred smiled. "I'm sure he'll be back later, miss. In the meantime why don't you see how much of it you can do on your own. If you do it in here I may be able to help you too."

"Oh. Okay." She still wasn't happy, but left the kitchen to collect her books.

Alfred smiled at her disgruntled expression. He enjoyed being able to help the children like this, especially Sarah. She was only another five years or so from attending high school, and after that Alfred was under no illusions she'd be far from college. Her intellect was nothing short of amazing to anyone who knew her. Her tutors and teachers were certainly over the moon about it. Then there was Master Nick, who, while not quite as academically brilliant as his sister, was still highly intelligent and not far behind his sister in his schooling.

His smile faded, however, as he thought about where his employer was. It wasn't like Master Bruce to forget a promise made to one of his children – especially Sarah – but then with the altercation with Miss Diana this morning, Bruce had gotten into one of his many very expensive cars and driven off down the driveway. The children had spent the rest of the afternoon with their mother and Miss Shayera and her children, if he wasn't much mistaken, but once up here they had been quiet and somewhat secretive. All in all, a very odd day – and not an overly good one.

It was good to be back in Gotham.

Selina had spent the last five or six years traveling; the last two in Paris. The City of Light still remained her favourite place in the world, of course, but still... Gotham was where it had all started. Besides, as much fun as cheating the security system of the Louvre was, the challenges in Gotham were more complex. Not to mention bat-shaped. She was looking forward to seeing him again.

For the moment, though, she was thirsty, and while the best champagne in the world was served in Paris, her favourite martini came from Finnigan's, an Irish bar in downtown Gotham. She was expecting to have two or three, then go back home. She wasn't planning on stealing anything tonight, not when she'd not had a chance to research what there was in the city worth stealing.

What she wasn't planning or expecting, was to walk into the bar and find it already occupied by a familiar face. Though exactly what Bruce was doing in a bar...

She made her way over, hand on her hip. "Never thought I'd see you drinking alone."

He looked up, took a bleary second to recognise her. "Selina. What are you going here?"

"Having a drink, oddly enough," she smirked. "Move over, honey."

He shifted slightly, and she scooted into the booth next to him. He was still looking at her with an odd mix of tenderness, surprise and the relaxation of drunkenness in his expression. "You've changed your hair," he said after a moment.

She nodded, pushing a dark strand behind her ear. He reached over and touched her face. "I like it."

Man, he really was drunk. He'd never talked to her like this before.

She smiled at the compliment anyway, and ordered a martini from the bartender. "So how was Paris?"

"Oh, fabulous as usual."

"Find a good buyer for the Monet?"

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I'm flattered you've kept such a close eye on me, Bruce." She sipped her drink. "And yes, I did."

"Good." He paused. "Not good. Give it back."

She laughed. "God, Bruce, how long have you been in here?"

"What time is it?"

She checked. "Ten to midnight. Shouldn't you be out already?"

"Yeah." He made no move to leave.

She raised a finely plucked eyebrow. "Okay..." She took the olive from her glass, sliding it off the cocktail stick into her mouth as seductively as possible. No harm in teasing him a little - and sure enough, his gaze flicked to her lips. "So why are you in here? I thought you'd have a wife to go with those two kids of yours by now," she remarked off-handedly.

He chuckled. It was surprisingly and horribly bitter, even to Selina. She thought she'd heard him at his most cynical. "Oh no wife, trust me." He threw the rest of his whiskey back, gesturing for another one immediately. "No, no fucking wife..." he muttered.

So... there was a woman. She wondered who it was. Whoever she was, though, Selina knew full-well she was better. She drained her glass. "And how are the little darlings?" she smirked, running a hand through her shoulder-length dark hair.

To her surprise and not a little disdain, rather than glare, Burce fished inside his jacket for his wallet. He pulled it out and opened it. The beaming faces of the twins looked back at her. Selina looked over them with a cursory glance. She wasn't really a child-friendly woman. Kids were okay as soon as they turned eighteen. Until then... eh, they could be someone else's problem.

She had to admit, they'd probably both be stunners once they were grown. They made quite a contrast too – the girl – Sarah? – with her almost white-blonde hair, whilst the boy's – Nicholas – was jet-black. Both of them had the same bright, deep blue eyes. "Well aren't they... angelic," she said dryly.

Bruce snorted. "They're little hellraisers, don't let the smiles fool you."

"With you as a father?" she asked, leaning toward him. "How could they not be?"

He didn't smile. Instead he sighed. "I worry about them. Sometimes I think..."

She put a hand on the back on his neck, stroking his hair in a gesture that had been automatic when they were together. "Bruce... a lot may have changed, but I know you're an excellent father."

"How? You don't know –"

"I know you," she said soothingly. "I know your capacity for affection – when you choose to offer it," she added, semi-sarcastically, "but I can't imagine your kids are fools." She let a little softness creep into her tone. They'd parted because, in the end, the life she led couldn't be reconciled with his. There had never been a problem anywhere else. Especially in the passion department. Really, a part of her... part of her missed him. "And anyone who turns down your affection... they're a fool," she finished firmly.

When he kissed her, she tasted alcohol in his mouth. Didn't care, and kissed back.

Diana sighed as she turned the shower off. Despite the best efforts of her children, she hadn't had the best of Mother's Days. That had been ruined since this morning, with her argument with Bruce. Hera, it was all so... screwed up. When they weren't in the same room, it was easy to pretend that he was simply a friend – albeit a friend with whom she had children. The routine was just that by now, and they had kept to it for years.

Things changed, though, when they were alone together. Without the barrier of the children there, that spark that had always been between them flared into a full-blown fire. Today had been one such example. After the twins had gone upstairs, Alfred had finished the dishes and set them on the drying rack. The two of them had decided to put the dishes away. It had been so stupid, so silly. One little touch.

They both reached for the same glass. Their fingers met. So did their eyes. All it took was for him to say her name, and then she was in his arms, his hands reaching around her to rest on her back. And she felt... fear. Excitement. Like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, and he was asking her to leap off – all the while assuring her that she would learn how to fly on the way down. There were times in the past when Diana would have jumped, no questions asked, her faith in him was so strong. It wasn't anymore.

Nonetheless, he was going to kiss her. Part of her – most of her – wanted him to. The glass they were holding between them slipped. Fell to the floor and smashed the tension between them. Diana pulled out of his arms. Then the argument had started.

It hadn't been until this evening that Diana realised the reason. She was scared. She was scared, no, terrified, of change. Things might not be good, but they weren't bad. They were comfortable. If she and Bruce did give their relationship another go, and it went wrong again, how could she recover? How could she look at her children and tell them that Mommy and Daddy never would? That hope, she knew, was keeping them innocent. But how long could it go on before hope turned to disillusionment?

When had everything changed? In the beginning, she had been the hopeful one. She had been the one trying to convince Bruce that what rewards would be worth the risk. The current irony of the situation was not lost on her.

She wrapped a long robe around herself and left her bedroom. The trash needed taking out. She frowned as she passed the children's bedroom. It seemed awfully small without them in it. The house was too quiet too. It would be another week before it became noisy again.

She went to the kitchen and picked up the trash, then made her way outside. A little way away, she saw the tail-lights of a cab driving away. There weren't any other houses around here, so she assumed Bruce was back from wherever he'd been. A bar, she assumed, since he'd driven this morning. She sighed, put the trash in the garbage can and then turned around to see two silhouettes almost at the manor doors. One was clearly a woman. The other was Bruce. As she watched, they leaned toward each other and kissed.

Hard, hot jealousy stabbed at her; a dagger right into her heart. That bastard. That son of a –

She realised that the lid of the garbage can had crumpled like tinfoil in her hand. She threw it away in disgust. How could he? How could he simply go out, get pissed, pick up a girl for sex, take her back to the house where her children were sleeping peacefully under the very same roof? How could he pretend that he hadn't looked at her that morning as though she were the only woman in the world? Now... she wasn't. Oh Hera. Why did that make her feel so completely guilty? She could be that woman up there, right now. They could all be one family.

But she wasn't. She wanted to be. She wanted... Aphrodite give me strength. I want him.

Sarah was up earlier than Nicky the following day, and knowing that Alfred would be out in the garden by now – he'd mentioned something about weeding the fountain on the east lawn - she went down to the kitchen. She smiled as she pushed open the doors. Alfred's telepathy had once again served him well; he'd take the box of cereal down from the top cupboard and put it on the counter so that she could reach it. Sarah took out a bowl and spoon, pouring out the Lucky Charms and then getting the milk out of the fridge.

That done, she pulled herself up onto a stool and began eating. She glanced at the clock; Nicky's alarm would be going off soon so they could get ready for school, but like her mother, she found that she ended up rising early naturally. While she ate, she thought about yesterday. She'd done some research, and her conclusions had backed up her suspicion yesterday. Mommy was definitely Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira, Champion of the Amazons. Grandma Hippolyta was the queen of the Amazons. I guess I should start calling her 'Yaya'.

Among Mommy's powers was not only flight and super-strength, but apparently she could talk to animals too. Sarah had let out a soft 'oh'of comprehension with that one. No wonder Mommy had been so insistent they couldn't get a dog. If she or Nicky had walked in while they were having a conversation... She giggled at the image.

The smile was quickly wiped off her face when the kitchen doors opened, and a completely strange woman walked through. She was pretty, certainly, but nowhere near as pretty as Mommy. Sarah narrowed her eyes. If there was a strange woman in the house, then she was something to do with Daddy. He tried his best to keep his string of airheaded girlfriends away from the twins, but this one, apparently, had managed to trick Daddy into letting her inside the manor.

Sarah narrowed her eyes momentarily. Time for Deterrent Tactics 101. Too bad Nicky wasn't here to help. Him helping made it so much more fun. Still, she could handle it herself.

Crap. After last night, seeing Bruce's daughter was the last thing Selina wanted. Sure, the sex had been good – if a little rushed – but during she'd been able to forget he was a father. She'd been able to pretend that she was sleeping with the old Bruce. Confronted with one of his children, however, she was back to knowing that he was just that little bit less dangerous, and that was disappointing.

This little blonde girl in front of her, however, seemed to be actively pleased to see her. "And you would be who?" she asked with an overly sweet smile. "Danni?"

"No," she replied.

"Oooooh," Sarah said in mock-comprehension. "Then you must be Amber."

Selina's mouth tightened a little bit. "No."

"Hmm." Sarah, throughly enjoying herself, tapped her chin thoughtfully with a finger. "Stacy."

"Not quite."

"Let me think... Alexis."

"Not even close," the woman replied, all pretense of civility abandoned.

Sarah shrugged. "Funny, because that's all this week's bimbos... Or are you an advance on next week?"

The sound of footsteps came down the stairs. Turning her back on Selina, Sarah grinned and ran from the room. "Daddy!" Curious, Selina followed the child silently.

When Selina caught up, she watched as Bruce caught the girl in midair when she threw herself into his arms. She kissed his cheek and then hugged him tightly. "I missed you."

Selina watched Bruce's face melt into an expression she had never seen before. She had seen him content a few times over the years, seen him almost at peace, but never had she see him happy before. His eyes were brighter than she'd ever seen, nor had she ever seen that little grin before.

It was like she was watching a perfect stranger, and all because a pint-sized, smart-mouthed child lit up at the sight of him and launched herself into his embrace.

Selina also caught the message that the brat was sending. You may have had him for a night, but he's mine for life.

Suddenly, Selina felt her throat tighten up a little bit. What am I doing? she wondered. Her employer wanted DNA samples from the girl and her brother – whom she hadn't even met as of yet, but Selina was no fool. She didn't doubt that doing this would come back to bite everyone in the ass, most especially Bruce and his children.

Selina had done a lot of bad things in her life; she was no saint. Hell, Bruce could probably list just about every immoral thing she had ever done... right down to seducing him the previous night. Even with all of that, though, she had never done anything to actively harm children.

For several more moments, she watched Bruce hold a muted conversation with the little girl in his arms, and then she quietly stepped backward toward the back door of the manor. She'd go around the side of the house and down the drive way. Her taxi would be here soon anyway, and she could get out without being seen.

It was time to get out of here, out of Gotham. There was no longer any reason to stay. No matter how much she had missed bat-shaped alarm systems. The time for that had long passed Selina by.

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