So Bruce Wayne is sitting in my living room. Fuck. I pulled on my pajamas, and brushed my hair back behind a head band. I went to see what the hell he wanted at three in the morning.

"So uh, what do you want, Mr Wayne?"

"Do you know where your sister is, Kristen?"

"Oh you didn't hear? She got in a pretty bad car accident by that explosion in the cat shelter on Kane Avenue." I grabbed my side slightly hugging myself, having him here without Selina made me nervous. "She is still in recovery."

"What hospital is she in? I'd like visit her." He sat there with his hands folded and a deep crease forming between his brows.

"It took her to one out of town, so while it's kind of you to think of her, I'm afraid visiting her would be impossible." My practiced response to this question came out of my mouth for the thousandth time.

"I would still like to visit her."

I narrowed my eyes. Something Selina taught me about lying, always stick as close as possibly to the truth only altering those details that must remain hidden. "I am sorry, but I can't tell you. You see the circumstances around her accident are in question, and the police think foul play maybe at work. So for her safety."

"Listen, Kristen, I know that you know that your sister and I were.. Are close, I am very worried." He did look genuinely concerned, but the last time I remember her talking to him she came back extremely upset. Isis came up to Bruce, pressing to his side and purring. Selina always said that cats are the best judges of character. I eyed him, Selina did also say that if anything were to happen to her that I should call Alfred, Bruce's friend.

"I am going to see her tomorrow, if you would like to come."

He glanced up at me, for just a moment I noticed a glare, until it softened. I bet he just wanted to know where she was so he could send some half hearted gesture, at least this way I can keep an eye on him.

*Tomorrow Selina's POV*

Oh my god. what the hell, was what I first thought. I winced internally, I could feel the stiffness in my body, while the beds breathing motions of the bed keeping my muscles from atrophying. I tried breathing deep just to regret it as my ribs screamed in protest.

My second thought was of Kristen, she had been pretty roughed up too if I remember right. I jerked up and immediately groaned, but struggled to get out of bed. The monitors started bleeping out alarms at my distress, a nurse rushing in trying to sooth me back into bed. She spoke soft words of comfort, but they fell on deaf ears. Where the fuck was my phone. I had to check on Kristen... The nurse must have sedated me because I blacked out.

"Hey Selina, we've got company." I opened my eyes to look into the warm brown eyes of my sister. Her short dark hair was tousled, but her expression was that of both concern and relief. I smiled weakly, I really hadn't paid attention to her words. She had gotten so big since the night I found her. She was my little stray, the one I tried to save, but ended up saving me instead. I understand now why Bruce needs Robin, there something so infinitely hopeful and resilient about kids, she made me believe that good really can come from the darkest places, Even Gotham can be good.

I took her hand that was on my cheek in my own, the on that restrained by a cast. She was getting so tall. "Hey there, little cat."

She smiled at that, her eyes getting shiny with unshed tears. "Hey there, kitty cat."

It was then that I noticed the man and boy at the foot of my bed. It took me a couple blinks to realize who they were. Bruce. Dick. Bruce gave me a smile, it was a bit forced, pulling at the corners of his mouth stiffly. I could tell by the way he disapproved, of what I don't give a damn. I look back at my stray. She must have been so scared.

"Hey, Kristen, let's give them a second." Dick came up and put his arm around her. Sweet kid.

He stood there at the end of the bed. Staring at me all analytical, and decisive. He was judge, jury, and consequence, I hated him for it, but it was also that determined clench of his jaw and the fierce turn of his shoulders that made me love him to begin with. As the kids got to the door, Kristen looked back for a moment glaring at Bruce. Once she was out of the door, Bruce darkened. Bye bye Bruce, hello Batman. I sighed, this was simpler, I knew who I was now. I was Catwoman, and this was the interrogation for some piece of information that he needed. He reached in his pocket for pulling out that little black device I know he used to prevent us from being overheard.

I used the bed remote in order to get me fully upright, I winced at the change, and just for a moment, I saw his face flicker with concern. It was as close as I would get to an 'I love you'. I didn't need him to say it.

"What do you have that Krane wants?"

"Oh no foreplay?" I purred, doing my best to sound smooth and sexy. Trying to be sexy in a hospital robe is definitely not my favorite.

"This is serious."

"Oh you're no fun. Plus Bats, it's not what I have that he wants."

"Then what is?"He growled as he walked over to my side of the bed, using his hulking mass to loom. That's cute that he thinks he can still intimidate me, he would never hurt me and we both knew it."Damn it, Selina, this isn't a game."

"Don't you think I know that." Now he's just pissing me off. I can't tell him about the underground, all of those people, some of them may be criminals, but most of them were victims. I would rather die."You should ask Scarecrow because you won't be getting anything from me."

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