EEE HEE! new chapter! Two in one night! I am on a roll! Greenfeathers88, ask and you shall receive!

Big thanks to Yuu101cutie who has been leaving FANTASTIC reviews! thank you oh so very much and don't worry. Everything will be fine... kind of...maybe... ish... anyways this is a special chapter! New character intro and finally some answered questions! You have all been waiting patiently and I have decided that this was a good time to bring this guy in! ENJOY!

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After Bruce had argued with her for ten minutes about how important finding the Leaguers was, she had watch as the Batman, disguised as Bruce Wayne, practically dragged Dick away from her. She had dented the wall in a burst of anger, then had settled with packing a bag of fresh clothes and even Dick's favorite/ugly jacket, had messed with a Batman suit by drawing a moustache on it, then picked up some groceries. Her and Dick had set up a decent kitchen on the second floor at the old apartment and luckily the stove and sink still worked. Hopefully Dick would be back from wherever by midnight or Selina would have to kick two bat's asses.

It was almost eleven when she got the pot boiling. She threw some vegetables, spices and noodles into the pot then cut up some beef. Hoped Dick liked-

THUMP!

That came from upstairs. It wasn't mice, too loud. Human, but nobody but her and Dick knew that this place was secretly inhabited...well until today when almost everyone found out. She knew it wasn't the martian or Kent; they would have just flown in. Barry would be louder than a truck. It wasn't Dick, he would use the door. It could be Bruce...

She turned the stove down and went to check it out. There was some more thumping coming from the stairwell down the hall from the kitchen. She peered around the corner and cautiously opened the door. Nobody was there. She looked around; the ceiling, to the sides, even behind the stair case.

"Maybe I'm getting paranoid." She mumbled to herself. "Been hanging around Bats too much."

She walked back to the kitchen, but stopped. Something was wrong. She could smell the stew from here, but she had left the lid on and turned the stove down. She ran back to the kitchen and froze in the doorway.

"Hello Miss. Kyle." There was a man in her kitchen. Big, tall, muscular guy with black and orange armour and mask like he was dressed up for Halloween. He was stirring the stew casually, like he didn't have a care in the world that she was there. Selina took a step back when she felt something strike her neck. Her limbs went numb and she fell to the floor, catching the sight of a gun before she blacked out.

WatchTower: 1:34am

They stood outside of the operating room. Barry and J'onn were working behind a curtain, trying to save Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman's, life. Bruce had found her in the apartment, on the ground tied to a chair with bullet wounds bleeding out. Clark and J'onn had been there in an instant, Superman carefully carrying the injured woman in his arms while looking at her wounds with his x-ray vision. J'onn calling in Barry for medical assistance while Bruce stayed silent and followed them until both he and Clark were kicked out of the operating room.

Now they both waited until one of their honorary doctors came and told then she would be okay. And once Selina woke up, Bruce would have only one question:

What happened?

She remembered now. She had woken up tied to a chair. Not a very comfortable one either.

The man in front of her had his mask on; one side completely black, the other orange with a lens. The long sword and utility belt catching her eye. She had heard of this man, but she didn't think he was real.

"Have a nice dream?"

"What do you want?" She hissed.

The man sighed, "Straight to the point, huh? Fair enough. How's your neck by the way? It was a simple knock out dart. You reacted fast so it might have nicked your neck in a bad way."

"Thanks for the concern."

And then the gun was at her head. Great.

She stared at him, "So can I ask why the world famous Deathstroke the Terminator, master assassin and mercenary, is holding me at gun point in an old apartment? Are you being paid to kill me or is this just your way of asking me out?"

"Neither actually. I'm here on...personal business."

"You'll have to buy me dinner first. I'm a classy woman so it won't be cheap."

She could see him smirk under the mask, "Tell me Miss. Kyle. You have any kids?"

She wasn't expecting that. Why ask that? Why bring up the subject of kids? Deathstroke didn't know about Dick, did he? The whole world thought Robin and Dick Grayson were long dead so why would the villains think any different? But then again she had thought the same thing until two months ago. She had no idea what Dick had done in the past two years.

"Do I look like the mother cat type to you?" She covered up. "Why? Getting lonely? Thinking of starting a family maybe?"

"Not at all. But I am looking for an employee of mine. Hear he was somewhere in the neighbourhood. You wouldn't have happened to have seen him would you? Black hair, blue eye, always wears a stupid pair of sunglasses and an old jacket?"

He took the gun away from her head and stood straight, holding his free hand up to his shoulder. "About this tall, sixteen?" His voice screamed danger. "Used to be called Robin?"

She could speak. Her mouth wouldn't work. Deathstroke had just given a perfect description of Dick. Did this mean that before two months ago-

The sound of a door closing stopped her thought. It came from the first floor. The only one who would ever be that familiar would be-

Please be Bruce, please be Bruce, please, please let it be Bruce or Kent or anyone else, please, please, please-

"Hey Selina! I'm back! Hey, you here?" Dick Grayson called from below.

She desperately wanted to scream, to yell at the kid before anything could happen, but he gun was at her head and she knew the mercenary before her would shoot her and still get the result he wanted.

He whispered into her ear, "See? That wasn't so hard. All we need now is the distraction."

She heard the gunshots before she felt the bullets. It ripped threw her skin and muscle, lodging into her lower torso and shoulder. Not fatal but she still screamed. Her world went white and she didn't even feel herself hit the floor, her body too busy screaming in pain as her mind numbed and her vision got darker. She saw blotches of reality, Dick by her side saying things she could not hear, probably yelling at her to hold on. His face kept focusing in and out like a camera, she noticed a tear falling down his cheek.

She might have been hallucinating, but Deathstroke was there the whole time. He just stood there watching. Dick didn't notice him until the boy was knocked unconscious and taken away. Selina did not feel the tear run down her face as the world turned upside down and everything went black.

Only one thing was on her mind the whole time; Catwoman was going to make Deathstroke pay for hearting her and her kitten.

Nobody messes with MommaCat and gets away with it.

Oh god I almost made myself cry. jesus I am so evil. But my words are true. don't mess with Selina's kittens unless you have a death wish. also someone commented about Diana helping with Dick and his issues along with Selina. Personally I see Diana as more of an aunt then mom to Dick but both woman are still crazy protective of their babybird and will destroy anyone who gets in their way. MommaCat and MotherAmazon don't take kindly to child abuse.

So I hope you enjoyed. Yes its shorter than some of my others but this was mainly filler. I wanted to bring DS in SO BADLY I WAS WAITING EVER SO PATIANTLY FOR THIS TO COME OUT! and for all of you who think that I'm going to have Slade as a big time ass, GUESS AGAIN! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM IN SOME OF HE NIGHTWING COMICS! GOD SLADE YOU ARE ALMOST AS BAD AS DICK! seriously, the guy can pick Dick up by the shoulders and calls him kid all the time! I'm making this Deathstroke a better character than he is in most shows. like in TT, where he was just creepy and pure evil and gave me nightmares. Comic verse Slade is funny. if you don't believe me read nightwing #80. the older ones. not 52 cuz that shit sucks.

and now its bedtime cuz im going to Canada's wonderland tomorrow! technically today since its past 12.

GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!

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