After a half-hearted lecture about not calling and staying safe, Flash and Kid changed into civilian wear and headed to a nearby hotel.

"Are there any other heroes in Gotham, other than Batman?" Wally asked his uncle while they were unpacking – at normal speed. Barry was always lecturing him about not rushing things and taking advantage of his powers. The hotel was surprisingly clean compared to the rest of Gotham, and Wally was overjoyed not to have seen a single bug. He knew his uncle wouldn't book them somewhere gross, but it was easy to be discouraged in Gotham.

"Of course!" Barry replied with a grin. "Two, actually. You and me."

Wally chuckled a bit and threw a soft punch at his uncle's shoulder. "You know what I mean".

Wally flopped down on one of the two small beds, lying over the comforter and deciding to finish unpacking tomorrow. He turned his head to face his uncle, but was more distracted by memories of earlier that day.

Don't you trust me?

"…do you ask?" Wally just managed to catch the last bit of Barry's words.

"hmm? Sorry, say that again?" Wally asked, shaking the memories away. Barry smiled resignedly, far too used to Kid's racing mind. Kid usually chalked it up to his powers, Barry was more convinced it was a side effect of the teenage years.

"There aren't any other heroes that I know of. Why do you ask?" Barry repeated, stressing the words a little more than strictly necessary.

Kid's brow crinkled in confusion. "No reason," he replied half-heartedly, retreating into his own thoughts.

Maybe he's a small time hero? It wasn't unheard of that heroes stayed in the darkness. From what he's heard, Flash wasn't formally recognized for a few months after he started the hero gig. Maybe Tomcat's new. Maybe staying in the darkness is a Gotham thing.

He fingered the slip of paper that fell out of his glove, now sitting in his pocket. "I'll see you later," was Kid Flash supposed to look for him? Did Tomcat know where to find him, why he was in Gotham? Probably not, unless he buddied up with Batman.

Wally couldn't imagine Batman buddying up with anyone, let alone a kid. Of course, Tomcat had that same "I know things you don't" aura as the Bats, so it's possible.

"Batman doesn't have a sidekick, right? An occasional costumed helper?"

Barry threw Wally an amused look. "Batman? Taking on a kid? I would pay to see that. Where's all this coming from, kiddo? Looking into moving to Gotham?"

"No, no, I just…" Wally paused, wondering how far he could push this. Barry usually respected his privacy, but Tomcat had specifically told Wally not to mention him "No one… cat-like?"

Barry burst out laughing, falling back onto the bed a little overdramatically. Apparently he was going to put off unpacking too.

Wally waited impatiently as Barry wiped a fake tear from his eye and finally stopped laughing long enough to answer.

"Catwoman?! Did you meet Catwoman? I can assure you she is no sidekick, and no hero. Though I can see why you'd think so, she is a bit… close with our Batty friend." Barry spoke the last sentence with a lascivious wink that Wally absolutely did not need to see. "Don't tell anyone I told you that."

"I really would like to forget it myself" Wally deadpanned. "And no. I did not meet a 'Catwoman'".

It was hard to imagine Batman ever being seduced – mostly because Kid Flash really did not want to imagine that. He fiddled with the idea of Tomcat being Catwoman's son, but then that led to the possibility of Tomcat being Batman's son and absolutely not. Not only would he never be able to truly accept the idea of Batman being a father to anyone that… not broody, but the mere possibility of receiving a shovel talk from Batman would frighten him into never seeing Tomcat again. Maybe. Well, he would see him again, but he would be scared shitless the next time he saw Batman.

Wally managed to steer the conversation away from his unusual line of questions, something Barry let happen with only a minor amount of struggling. He thought about how long was an acceptable amount of time to wait before calling Tomcat and eventually decided on texting him the next day while Uncle Barry was off with Batman again. He wasn't confident enough in his speaking ability yet to start with calling. He wondered if Tomcat would take him on an actual tour and vowed to find out exactly when Barry would be out with Batman the next day – and more importantly, when he'd be back.

Tomcat climbed in through the window from the fire escape, bypassing the familiar security system and slipping into his living room. He knew most kids would be trying to hide from their parents, lying about encounters like his. Of course, his mother (adopted mother, but it really didn't matter anymore) was Catwoman. His mother taught him how to seduce, and he could not wait to tell her about his night.

She was lounging on the couch with a slim tabby (Lenny) on her lap. She set down the diamond bracelet she was admiring and looked up at him, spoils of a recent heist that he wasn't allowed in on. She was keeping him in the shadows for now, and he wasn't going to fight her on it. If he was a known criminal, Kid Flash would've never talked to him.

And speaking of…

"You look particularly happy today, kitten."

He scooped Lenny off of her lap and sat down sideways in his armchair. It took some persuading to keep him from running off which killed the image he was going for, but his mood wouldn't falter.

"I met a boy" he smiled at her proudly, "Flash's boy, vacationing on the dark side"

He slipped his mask off of his face and toed his boots off on to the floor. His legs curled over the armrest and he hugged the cat close to him as his mom looked at him interestedly.

"Hmmm. Be careful with heroes, don't you go getting me in trouble," She chastised "And remember, you're flying under the radar. A boy's not worth giving up your game"

Dick rolled his eyes and nodded, making all the appropriate "Yes mother, I'll be careful" noises and reassurances. He knew what she would do in his situation, and it wouldn't have anything to do with being "careful". Lenny purred on his lap as he scratched behind his ears.

"Don't worry, mom. I'm definitely in control of the situation"

Selina raised a questioning eyebrow, encouraging him to go on.

"He took off his mask, ma. We were together for half an hour and I got him to take off his mask for me. He's got these red freckles all over his face. He's adorable." Dick smiled.

"Are you sure you're in control, kitten? Seems to me that you're falling a bit too." She winked at him, slightly concerned but unwilling to show it.

Dick gave her a "look" in lieu of responding. He wasn't quite sure what the look was supposed to convey, but it was better than answering her either way. She knew when he was lying, even if he wasn't quite sure himself. She always had, ever since the day she scooped him off the streets.

"Just, keep me informed. And I may look into him a bit too, don't try and stop me."

Dick chuckled, imagining that conversation with Batman. 'My kitten is interested in the son of one of your colleagues. I would like a full background check with references by tomorrow, noon.'

"Go ahead. Just don't embarrass me, I've got a reputation."

Selina looked at him with a smile, eyes twinkling. "I would never."

A chime came from Dick's phone. He let Lenny run off and then slid off the chair himself and retreated to his room. He could feel Selina's eyes on his back and was fairly sure she would be reading his texts later. He'd delete anything too embarrassing, but he did promise (by lack of protest) to keep her in the loop, and they had very little in the ways of personal boundaries.

Once he shut the door behind him, he flopped on the bed and pulled out his phone.

Hey, It's Kid. You up still?

A/N: I hope I portrayed Dick's relationship with Selina right - they're extremely close to the point of low personal boundaries. They're like friends, though Dick still defers to her like one would to a parent. Any other comments? Things you like and things you don't