Talk about a neglected story. My bad. I had other stories in mind, but I didn't forget this one.

Twirling the knife in her hand Selina eyed the dart board from across the room, aiming straight for its centre. Her mind clouded with focus as she positioned her arm back, narrowing her eyes, she swiftly threw her arm forward, flicking her wrist with such efficiency the blade flew into the air with great speed. Hitting the centre of the board. She smirked. Her training all but paid off, she did exactly what she told herself she would do, improve. No longer just surviving she was moving up, striking some caution in the hearts of the people. And all in a couple of months.

Tabitha trained her well. (Not that she would say it out loud.) New tricks, new skills, new motives. She felt good, felt strong. Picking up another knife she eyed the scarlet red apple on the counter, raising a steady hand she was ready to flick her wrist forward only to be halted by the sudden blare of the TV behind her. The instrumental of the news bounced around the bar and she rolled her eyes.

Couldn't Gotham have a day off from all the drama.

"In today's news, as the infestation of the virus continues to control the citizens of Gotham, it seems to be only taking a turn for the worse. This morning, five guys in red masks stormed into a bank with some sort of high tech weaponry. Witnesses quote they shot out a 'bright beam' into the ceiling going straight through the roof. Fortunately nobody was seriously injured but many traumatized by the experience. However, the darkness sheds some light as billionaire Bruce Wayne donates money to have the roof repaired." They put up a picture of the boy in a dark suit. Smiling charmingly at the camera seemingly at some party, Jim Gordan by his side. Selina sneered at the photo. Blue bloods, always gotta make a show of themselves. The news anchor continued. "This young good Samaritan is not hesitant to share his money with the people. Donating to charity and planning on funding Gotham orphanage, it seems Mr Wayne is Gothams little helper-" the screen switched to black, and Selina frowned at the abrupt interruption.

"Shouldn't you be training?" Snapping her head to the side she turned to the monotone voice of Tabitha. Standing in her usual all in black she threw a hard glance at the TV then back at her, remote firmly in her grasp.

"I am training. Just catching up on some news." Regaining her attention to the offending apple she swiftly flicked her wrist forward and the blade descended into the air, with such force it sunk into its core. She smirked. "See. Nothing to it."

"Don't get too cocky now. You got distracted."

Selina scoffed. "I told you, just catching up with the news. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Gothams mass destruction, the virus, freaks, blue bloods on the front page." She listed. "Today's special, Bruce Wayne, surprise, surprise." The boy grown some popularity recently, more than before anyway. His name was plastered almost everywhere and it irked her that people were referring him as 'the Prince of Gotham' since he probably rarely stepped foot into the crappy city. He had a nice cosy castle to hide in.

Tabitha showed mild interest on the boy. "Mmm, well we shouldn't dwell on him too much he's unimportant." To that Selina merely nodded. She changed the topic. "I got lunch."

"Lunchies?"

"Triple cheese burger with fries." She pulled out a brown paper bag. "Extra thick milkshake."

Selina grinned, plucking the bag out of her hand she gazed down at the continents. "Thank you." Rasing a fry to her mouth she relished in its crisp while Tabitha watched in disgust.

"I don't know how you can eat that crap."

"It's good."

"It's fattening." She argued. Passing through the bar her eyes scanned the bottles. "When you get a heart attack don't complain to-" cutting herself short she rounded the girl seated on the stool stuffing her face. Fixing her with a glare, Tabitha set down a glass bottle on the counter with a clunk. "You've had the whiskey again." With her arms crossed she watched the teens eyes trace around the bottle before glancing up at her.

"No." She lied.

"Selina we've discussed this, you're too young to drink."

"But i'm not too young to rob a bank." She raised a mocking brow but Tabitha was not impressed. "It was only a bit." That was another lie, it was not just a bit. Two glasses to be exact.

"I would start hiding the liquor but you'd probably end up finding them anyway." Yanking it by the neck Tabitha returned it under the counter. "What's your deal?" In truth, Selina had no idea what her issue was. There was no way of putting it into words without her sounding utterly insane. Something in the back of her mind was setting her off. Taking her silence as an answer Tabitha switched to something else. "Nevermind, I gotta talk to you about something." A small mischievous glint flashed in her eyes intriguing Selina further. Out of nowhere she pulled out a long rolled up blueprint and unravelled it across the counter in front of her.

"Now we're talking." White lines traced along the page providing an image of a building. The number of rooms, different platforms, entrances and exits. It looked exciting. "Where'd you get this?"

"Someone wants us to sneak into some mansion and steal some weird jewel from there. They said very little about it, just that it holds something important for them. If we give it too them they'll pay us good."

"That's it? Easy."

"Maybe, but they didn't tell me much about the place."

Selina shrugged, clearly not feeling the same caution as Tabitha. "Who cares who lives there. Probably some blue blood. We go in, grab the item, get paid and live happily ever after."

"It's not that simple Selina we need to be smart."

"You need to be more bold." Swiping the sheet out of her fingertips she angled it better for her vision. "I can spot two entrances. Roof and window. The window most likely has an alarm so I pick the roof."

"Selina we don't even know who lives there."

"I don't care."

"We don't even know what the jewel does."

"I. Don't. Care." Giving up on trying to knock sense into her Tabitha sighed. Selina's eyes narrowed down at the big circle on the blueprint where the mysterious item was most likely located, on the upper west wing of the mansion. "We'll sneak in through the roof, go to the west wing, if this item is so special the door would be locked, easy pick. What does this thing look like?"

"They said it was round, red diamond, with greek engraved around the sides. I'm supposed to meet the buyer near the docks."

"Sounds like a plan." Satisfied, she munched on another fry. "I guess we're having a girls night out tonight."

"Yeah I guess we are." Her eyes roamed the sheet one last time before Tabitha rolled up the blueprint. Tucking it safely under the counter, she brought out a large wine bottle. Selina watched in amusement as she unscrewed the cap. "What's the occasion?"

Tabitha raised a brow. "There needs to be one?" Selina hardened her stare. Something was bothering her, she started knowing when she was upset. Noticing her stare Tabitha narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"Nothing, just if something's bothering you..."

"Nothing's bothering me." She didn't believe her.

"Is it... Barbra?" Her question made her falter. She got little details about what happened to her, Tabitha didn't share much. Not that she blamed her it was a sore subject. She just wished she knew what went down.

Clearing her throat, she bit her lip. "No it's not Barbra."

"Butch?"

Her eyes snapped up to meet her own and she knew then that she pushed too much and twisted the knife too deep. "Don't you have a cat to chase down and feed." She snapped.

Muttering an apology she slowly slipped off the stool. That was her que to leave. "Meet ya here at midnight?" She nodded mutely, pouring herself a glass. Deciding not to push her any further Selina turned on her heel and left.

She still stayed low in the narrows. (At least tries to.) It's hard to stay low when many thugs think you're an easy target and nothing more than a weak damsel. She can never resist putting them in there place. A few people know her, a few don't care, but nowadays a few are a bit too interested in her now that she's older. And it's irritating as hell. The wolf whistling is annoying and sleazy guys think it's appropriate to put their hands on her. Which isn't much of an issue, she can take care of herself just fine. Tabitha warned her about this and says to ignore it, but having people aware of you in such a manner makes her skin crawl. When you're a street kid nobody will give a shit and pretend you don't exist. But when you're a woman of the streets it's a whole different story.

Opening the door to her apartment she was immediately greeted by Otto, rubbing his furry frame against her leg a low purr hummed through the air. "Hey buddy, decided to visit today." Crouching down to his level she ran her fingers through his fur and down his tail. Clearly bored of the exchange he moved away from her to the couch, lazily boring his gaze out the window. "You hungry?"

"Already fed him." An obnoxious flush sounded out the apartment, heels clicked against the wood before Ivy emerged from the bathroom. "Though he wasn't very pleased to see me."

"Of course he wouldn't be since you don't live here. I'm starting to regret giving you the spare key."

"You said I could come over if I needed something."

"And what do you need?" Selina folded her arms.

"Oswald's busy and I got lonely." She shrugged and Selina couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I wouldn't have to come over if you would just work for Oswald."

"We've talked about this Ivy. Tabitha won't work for him so neither will I."

Crossing her arms she narrowed her eyes at the broken wall ahead. "Forget Tabitha I need my friend."

"You're only saying that cause Tabitha doesn't like you."

"She hates me!" Ivy exclaimed. And it was true. Tabitha hated the bubbly redhead with a burning passion. Anytime Ivy would try to visit the bar she was instantly kicked out. She tried to ask why she hates her so much but she waved it off as her being irritating, but she could sense it was more than that.

"I don't need Oswald's money. In fact, I have a heist with Tabitha later."

"How fun." Ivy drawled. Plopping herself onto the couch Otto glared at her through the slits of his yellow eyes. She shuffled away from him. "Next time I won't feed you." As she shuffled further down the chair Ivy sat on the remote, switching on the cheap tv Bruce Wayne's face popped onto the screen. Her body tensed as she hastily tried to change the channel.

"Ugh he is everywhere." Selina growled from the kitchen. Swinging open the fridge she scanned the continents inside. "Do they need to plaster his annoying smug face all over the city. We get it he's rich!" Her fingers gripped the neck of a milk bottle. Kicking the fridge door shut she uncapped the lid, taking tender sips before plopping herself beside Otto.

"I mean what he's doing is for a good cause."

Selina waved her off. "All for publicity. I know how blue bloods work. Selfish, ignorant snobs, and that includes him." Taking a harsher chug of milk she sent an icy glare back to the boy on the screen.

Bruce Wayne could rot in hell for all she cared. She knew how blue bloods were like, they were all the same. No care for others zero consideration. Looking down on people like her from their high pedestals with their noses in the air and a stick up their arse. In Gotham when people get to taste the tiniest bit of power they become addicted, deluded. Like Oswald Copplepot. He started of as Fish's umbrella man. Taking the hits, licking the blood from the floors clean and being a mere joke. But now he had opportunities. He takes to orders and gives the commands, the king of Gotham as he would plaster around. Not that she was praising him, oh no. He was way too temperamental for her liking, too careless and too insane. He froze his best friend on ice for Christ sake. He killed for pleasure like it was a fun sport. In fact she can recall the amount of times she'd been in the same room as him someone was always dead. She hoped Ivy wouldn't turn out like that. She may have grown but she was still a vulnerable soul. Granted, she was crazy but not in a 'I want to kill everyone in my path' crazy. More like plant crazy.

Either way Penguin gained his power, crawled his way to the top. But people like Bruce Wayne, they were born with such power. Which was more dangerous in her opinion. They sat in their golden crested thrones while she scaveged for food and shelter. She wasn't jealous she was mad. Pissed off beyond belief. The amount of blood she'd seen, spilling around the city like a river. Red gushes pouring into the drains. Not a speck of blue. A blue blood wouldn't dare make such sacrifices.

But then again she wasn't as innocent. She hurt and took. That same redness around the city tainted her own hands. She could see it, smell it, it was so real. She couldn't stop. Not even the pain filled cries made her stop, the blank look in the eyes of those lives she took, snatched away. She could hear it. Was she panicking? No she was just empty. She couldn't feel anything. Wait, what was happening?

She jumped up, eyes blinking open. Darkness flooded her sight and she felt colder, much colder than before. Sniffling a yawn she glanced beside her. Ivy wasn't there anymore. The view from her window was dark, the night sky taking over.

Did she fall asleep?

She couldn't recall. But the note stuck to the empty milk bottle still loosely grasped in her hand with Ivy's neat writing told her otherwise.

You fell asleep so I let myself out. Sorry for eating all your pop tarts by the way. You can punish me for it tomorrow when you tell me how your heist went. xxx

Selina rolled her eyes at the note.

How long was she out for. Darting her gaze at the clock it was almost midnight and she cursed. She was going to be late. She wasted no more time. Shaking off the sleepiness she made haste to her room. Chucking open the cheap wardrobe she grabbed her outfit for the heist. All in black, she blended in well with the dark with her black hoodie, thick mask and tight leather outfit.

Sliding open the window she stepped out onto the rickety fire escape. The bitter wind blew into her making her cheeks instantly flush pink. From below loud obnoxious comments barked around the street. Some hard to understand most she wished she could unhear. With her hair flailing around her face she pulled her hood keeping the wild curls under control, climbing up the stiff ladder she made a running start on the roof.

Leaping from rooftop to another Selina could feel the adrenaline kick-start in her veins. Moments like these were her happiest. Wind blowing, blood pumping, she was above everything and everyone. It was a high. Dashing off the ledge she glided through the air. To others it looked like a huge gap, an impossible jump. But when her feet reached the other side pride flooded within her. It was almost as good as having a drink. Almost as good as beating up a worthless thug or completing a heist.

The club came into view and she slowed her rapid pace. She could see Tabitha's dark frame waltz around the bar through the window, with her back too her Selina silently slid open the window. The mischievous grin stretched across her face once she stepped inside seemingly undetected. Tabitha leaned lazily against the bar, her nails tapped against the counter in an impatient rhythm. Raising her hands she closed in on her, ready to pounce. Just when she was inches away from startling her mentor her ponytail swished to the side, eyes daring as her attention switched to her. She wasn't surprised in the slightest, in fact she was very aware of her presence. Gripping her arm Selina cursed once her front slammed into the counter, one arm pinned against her back.

"Felt the breeze when you came through the window." Tabitha declared smugly releasing her arm. Selina frowned at her words. That phrase, had she heard it before? The back of her mind scavenged for the memory coming up blank. Even if she did it shouldn't feel so important, so urgent. Noticing her expression concern slipped past her controlled expression. "You alright?"

"Oh yeah, of course." Shoving that displeasing feeling away she stretched out her limbs. "Sorry i'm late fell asleep. Didn't take me long though."

"You're twenty minutes late, Selina."

"Ivy came round."

Rolling her eyes, Tabitha's face went back to blank. A sneer threatening to expose itself. "You're still hanging with her."

"It's not a big deal. Why do you hate her so much? The most harm she can do is mix leaves."

Shaking her head Tabitha roughly tugged her gloves. "I just do."

The location of the mansion they were supposed to heist was not to far from the city, along the outskirts, not linked with the other mansions further on with the richest blue bloods imaginable.

Tabitha strongly insisted on driving. She didn't exactly appreciate the fine arts of roof jumping, unfortunately. It wasn't like she couldn't do it she just wasn't as carefree as Selina.

To her the drive was agonizingly long, and she wasn't keen on starting a conversation in case Tabitha was still in a sour mood. So they sat in silence. Random blaring cars and slurred shouts their only source of sound. Unlike on the roofs she can see everything more closely through the window. The market, the park's and people, how they interacted. It was always similar, they were angry and when they were angry it escalated to violence. For as long as she could remember she has always tried to distance herself from the rest of Gotham but sometimes it baffles her how alike she is with everyone else.

"There it is." Tabitha broke through her thoughts. Driving up a long hill a huge build began to emerge. Lights shone brightly through the window making her curse under her breath. "I didn't think they would still be up."

"Yeah well, the rich can afford to party all night." Selina huffed. Sinking lower in her seat she knew what was coming next.

"We'll have to wait for the 'party' to end then" Selina withheld a groan. A stake out. She hated waiting. Knowing full well what she was thinking Tabitha cut her off. "No, we aren't sneaking in while everyone's awake. It's too risky."

At times she thought Tabitha knew her too well.

Rolling past the mansion, Tabitha parked between the trees and bushes opposite the house. Turning the key the lights flicked off making them invisible for those inside to see. Minutes felt like hours to Selina. The stupid lights still burned as bright as ever, nobody having any plans to turn them off and call it a night. Being patient will give you a less chance of getting caught. It was one of the first thing Tabitha taught her at the start of her mentorship. Back then it wasn't a big deal but in this moment it was killing her. Her nails scratched against her leather suit and she released another sigh of aggravation. "Your patience is slipping." Her partner commented, gaze still fixed onto the house, she hadn't seen her blink once.

"It slipped once we got here, i'm aging five years just sitting here." Lazily Tabitha spared her a glance and scoffed.

"Look the same to me."

"You know what I mean." She muttered. With a frown she sunk deeper in her seat with her arms crossed, sulking like a child that doesn't get their way. "Since we're just sitting here watching lights burn... if you feel the urge to share what was wrong earlier-" Tabitha fixed her with a dark look, effectively shutting down the rest of her sentence. "Or ya'know not that's fine too." Whatever relationship this was she wanted to believe they were close enough to share their deepest troubles to each other. Wasn't that what partners did?

"Look it's just..." She started but paused. Giving the young girl a calculating look, she tried putting it to better words. "Losing the people you love can get to you at times, comes and goes like waves. I loved them... both. And I lost them both." The young thief nodded along to what she was saying but she wouldn't get it. Not anymore at least, her memory of a certain rich boy was gone. She stripped that hollow feeling away. "Selina, I'm going to give you the best advice I can." The young thief's ears perked up at this. Leaning more upright in her seat her gaze bore back at her mentor. "Don't ever fall in love."

Selina scoffed. "You don't need to worry about that. I would never allow a guy to have that type of power over me." There were moments like these that Tabitha got tempted, to tell her everything. While they practiced fighting. When they crashed at the nearest diner or pizza place after casing joints. Sometimes the words were right on the tip of her tongue, because when she looked deep enough into Selina's eyes she could see that lost emptiness reflect in back at her. And the guilt always managed to trip her. She couldn't believe it at first she was a Galavan after all, she shouldn't be feeling guilty over some stupid young puppy love that most likely wouldn't have worked out in the first place. But her conscience wouldn't allow her to shove the guilt down.

Just as she was about to open her mouth all the lights in the grand house flicked off. Selina's attention instantly switched to the building and her adrenaline kicked in. "Finally." She praised. Whipping out the small black mask she gave her to cover her identity she Turner back to her mentor with a smirk. "Ready to get rich?"

Part 3? I should hope so.