A gentle breeze swept Batman's cape up and down behind him. Its movement provided a comforting noise to accompany the stillness of midnight Gotham. It was another quiet night. For now. A pitter patter of light footsteps caught his attention, but he didn't bother to turn his head away from the mist infested streets he was so invested in. He had a feeling he knew who it was. And when Catwoman's hands snaked around his waist, he sighed with contempt.

"Company?" She asked.

Batman nodded forward once, and immediately spoke what was on his mind. "I made contact with him."

Leaning her elbow against the railing of the rooftop they were on, she tilted her head into Batman's peripheral. "Who's 'hi-? Oh. Ohh . Of course. You mean the crybaby."

"Spider-Man." Corrected Batman.

"Spider-Boy."

"I need you to take what I'm telling you seriously," he said, finally turning to look her in the eyes.

Selina returned the serious look, gauging the severity of his glare, before disregarding it with a hand wave. "Why are you so stiff? C'mooon, loosen up. Don't let one bad night knock you outta your groove." Batman didn't need her to clarify to know she was talking about the video of him and Peter tussling in the streets. "Crap happens. We get our asses handed to us on occasion. I'm sorry, you get your ass handed to you on occasion. Not me."

Once again, Batman kept his words curt, and looked back out into the distance as he continued, "The criminal I fought in that video was Spider-Man. It was him. Posing as a thug."

This made Selina pause, arching a single eyebrow in thought as she pulled out a fuzzy memory of the fight. When she thought about it some more, of course it seemed a little obvious that the thug wasn't your average one. "Wait. What?!"

"Did you actually look at the footage? It had Spider-Man written all over yet. His movement. His techniques. The boy was sloppy, Selina." Batman paused to look her in the eye again and repeat himself. "He was sloppy. One look at him told me he was too exhausted to afford to hold back. I pushed him to his limit, and got what I wanted. Confirmation." He repeated himself with a regretful breath, "It was Spider-Man. If he was that bad at putting on a facade then, it isn't hard to imagine what he'll do to himself in the future. The Joker and Quinn aren't as clueless as the public gives them credit for. You and I know that too well already."

Catwoman merely glazed over that video before, thinking it was nothing. But when she fetched the memory of the video from the corners of her mind, in one small frame, she could vaguely make out the details of Peter's face once his giraffe mask had been knocked off. Blink and you would have missed it.

"Goddammit…" She scrunched her eyes, thinking harder to herself as it finally set in. She repeated her curse and put her palm to her forehead. "Goddammit! Kid's gonna get himself tossed into a river!"

"I should've been more diligent. I should've made a point to track him down after our skirmish. Selina…-"

"W-Wait, wait, wait. None of this makes any sense! Working for the Joker? Why would he… oh."

"Harley," the both finished the thought out loud in unison.

"For her? Why? What's this kid's deal?" Catwoman thought about how she tried getting that very answer from Spiderman the last time she saw him in person. And how guarded he was against revealing his motivation for helping Harley. Like it was somehow more than just personal to him. It was everything to him. It was him. "Do you have any idea why this kid became so obsessed with her in the first place?"

Retreating from the ledge for a bit, Batman began pacing in a straight line toward the other end of the roof. Selina followed him closely as she listened.

"Spiderman came to me one night looking for clues to Quinn's whereabouts. It's not like I have her on speed dial, but I could've pulled some strings and given him an estimate of where she might be. I chose not to. I didn't trust what he'd do with the intel for this very reason."

That last part stung Catwoman And what she was about to confide, made it even worse. "I… have a confession, m'kay?"

A stoic look remained on Batman's face as he let out an audible breath. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. I may have given the kid a pointer or two. I just… I didn't think he would get so desperate. Amazing what a teenage boy will do for puppy love."

"Teenage? I don't think he's that young."

"He sure acts like it."

"Granted. But, I think we're asking the wrong questions here." Perching his boot up on the ledge of the roof, Batman elaborated. "I don't think it's Harley Quinn per se. I think she is just a tool."

Selina couldn't help but nod in a sarcastic way, wanting to make a joke, but keeping herself flat for Vengeance's sake. "I mean, sure. But define 'tool,' for me, babe."

"I mean, he's using her… Let me put it to you like this. When I looked into that boy's eyes, I saw nothing. And I've seen that look before… on people that had nothing left to live for. Not even themselves. More often than not, people like that are hanging by a rope soon after." Batman paused his monologue, his voice growing disturbingly melancholic, almost sorrowful as he finished, "That kid… he's a dead man walking, in too many ways than just one."

Gloved fingers found themselves around Batman's waist for the second time that night. "He's not our responsibility. But…-"

"-I know," Finished Batman. "It doesn't feel right to watch him throw his life away."

"Should we step in?"

"We may not have a choice. Quinn has been M.I.A. for a while now. And Spiderman most certainly has something to do with it. There's a chill in the air, and not the usual one." This time, Batman took his own arm and encompassed his lover into his side.

"Selina… I have a hunch that something terrible is about to happen."