A/N: I promised you a sequel, and here it is! Literally on the deadline day! Because I am terrible with deadlines! The story is still unfinished, and I'll TRY to post a chapter every week, but I wouldn't hold your breath. I've never been good with this sort of thing. But I had it written up, and my conscience told me to post it, so I did! Lemme know what you think with a review!

"Everything is in place."

"And you're sure he won't find out?"

"I have been around him for his entire life. He won't suspect a thing."

"You're the best. See you on Monday."

"Broken?" Bruce asked incredulously. Alfred nodded gravely.

"I am afraid so, Sir. I've already put in a call, but they don't believe they'll be out here and have it fixed before Sunday afternoon. The house should be back to its normal, heated state by Sunday evening."

Bruce sighed, then ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, tousling it in such a way that the girls that fawned over him at all the charity galas would've swooned on the spot. Selina, watching in the doorway, only smirked. "Alright. I'll see if we can find somewhere to stay."

Alfred nodded, then left the room. The look that passed between him and Selina on his way out was one that only they would know the meaning of. She strolled in, around to the back of the desk, and sat almost in front of Bruce. He tried very hard not to smirk or let her presence distract him.

"I was starting to wonder why it's so cold in here," she remarked casually. All she got in reply was a 'Hn.' She smiled and leaned closer. "You're ignoring me, Bat."

"I'm working, Cat," he replied without missing a beat. It was their game, their little dance that they did on such a regular basis that it was as natural as breathing. The Bat and the Cat, never sure who was whose prey, and more than content to play the other's game regardless. "And you're sitting on my contracts."

"Not as comfy as the duvet, but they'll do." He shook his head. "C'mon, Bruce, you're such a workaholic. Besides, aren't you supposed to be finding a place for us to stay?"

"After I finish this contract." He looked up and met her gaze. "Promise." It was enough for her to move off the important documents. He took them from where she was sitting and looked them over, comparing them with the other pieces of paper he had scattered across the desk. Selina strode out, but called as she left.

"Y'know, the kids still haven't seen your super secret base." He froze a moment, and Selina relished the pause, the break in the 'stern, under control, unfazed' mask that he seemed to enjoy so much.

"I'd rather shack up with The Sirens," he replied, giving the door a dubious glance. She poked her head back in, still wearing her feline smile. She gave nothing away, and he leaned back, crossing his arms. "I'd hate to think you had anything to do with the heater breaking."

"Darling," she started, "do you really think that I can do anything to a heater other than irreparably damage it?"

"No, but you know people," he shot back, not missing a beat. She laughed as she left Bruce alone in his study.

It was a viable option, if only as a last resort. He had a few places to call and a couple people who owed him favors, but he had a stinking feeling that Selina had effectively slammed and locked every other door.

He looked at the pen, twirling it in his fingers, with a small, wry smile. "Oh, Selina, what am I going to do with you…?"