Well, this is it. This is the very last chapter. For those of you who have been following the story and enjoy it, do not fear, I am currently working on a sequel that is more action packed, but still funny (I hope). Thanks to all reviewers and readers who are too shy to review but enjoyed this story enough to keep with it.

Robot521, ech, Riddler in leotard is the worst...I mean he's got a nice form and all, but give me a suit and a bowler or fedora any day. Still, could be worse...they could have made him goth...I'm looking at you The Batman! A pox on your house whoever thought that would be awesome! Many, many thanks for your faithful reviews. And keep checking for my sequel to this story...it'll be up once I deem it post worthy. Hopefully I may turn this into a series...but for now, just a sequel in the works (I ain't that ambitious).

Violeta27, all your support was much loved. I know you'll be around for the sequel. In the mean time...*waiting*...you know what for...

Also, as this is it for this story, I feel the need to implore other Riddler/Catwoman fans to write and if you're reading this you must be a fan...so come on...write a story...you know you wanna. This ship needs more support, more love and more stories. I would love to be a reader for once...I promise to read any Riddler/Catwoman that emerges.

~*Another Christmas*~

The snow was falling on Gotham.

People were worried it would turn into white out conditions on Christmas Eve, but Selina didn't mind, she knew the city like the dark freckles that peppered Eddie's pale skin.

She was studying a pathetic looking tree that some street side vendor was trying to pass off as fresh, a hand to her chin, at her feet was a canvas bag full of gifts (surprisingly they were gifts she actually bought and wrapped herself).

A form sidled up beside her, expensive cologne wafting through the crisp air, touching her with a velvet familiarity.

"Happy holidays, Selina." They greeted.

She glanced over. "Bruce, not working late tonight?" She asked, her meaning clear to his ear.

He smirked. "Trying hard to be domestic." Touching the half dead tree, he chuckled. "Kind of makes one sad."

"You going to buy it, Charlie Brown?" She teased.

He laughed. "Why not, Alfred would get a real kick out of the trail of pine needles I'll leave carting it inside."

"I'm sure he would."

The stillness of the night was broken by the wail of sirens as five GCPD cars sped around the corner, heading past them towards the bay.

Bruce watched them, his brow furrowed. He waited a painful minute, before touching a kind hand to her wrist. "Maybe I'd better head back to the office, paperwork doesn't exactly do itself."

Selina smiled. "Good luck with that, Bruce."

Watching him go, she sighed. Things were…good? Not like she and Bruce would have ever worked anyways, Selina still liked being an unpredictable shade of grey and Bruce, Bruce would always be the dark knight.

Giving the sad tree one last glance, she strode off as well, heading in the opposite direction the cop cars were heading, making for the high ground of Gotham, gripping the canvas bag she was toting.

Jonathan Crane's slender form was the one that greeted her at the back door to the Fifth Street Mortuary, his eyes narrowed.

"Merry Christmas, Jon." She greeted simply, one hand in the pockets of her black coat, the other holding up the bag of gifts, her eyes on the mistletoe strung merrily above their heads.

Crane growled agitatedly and ripped it down. "Christmas it may be, but you can't call it merry."

She laughed, half expecting a 'bah humbag' to follow.

"Someone got a lump of coal as a child," she replied dryly, eyeing the overload of Christmas cheer that decorated every nook and cranny of the place, definitely Harley's handiwork.

He moved across the loading bay, towards a long workbench in the middle of the garage loaded down with bubbling concoctions.

"Har around?"

Picking up a pair of safety goggles he pulled them on. "Probably out carolling or some such nonsense…" he griped.

"Oh, come on. Can't be that bad." She remarked. "You have mistletoe."

"Lina!" The blonde popped out from a doorway, antlers in her hair, a fake blinking red nose on her face.

"Oh…wow!" Selina returned, mildly horrified.

Throwing her arms around Selina, the blonde squeezed hard. "Merry Christmas!"

Making eye contact with Crane over Harley's head, Selina pushed both eyebrows up, silently communicating with him.

He smiled ever so, pale blue eyes twinkling in an 'I-told-you-so' manner.

"Merry Christmas, Harley." Selina said, putting up with the hug by counting the ceiling tiles, she counted them three times over, before the blonde released her. Setting the bag down, Selina went through it, pulling out a long red and black wrapped gift for Harley.

She squealed. "Gifts! I've been good all year!"

"Except when we blew up City Hall, my dear." Crane replied, peering over his glasses at her.

In his eyes Selina saw a strange mixture of love and annoyance, but then again Crane found most humans to be insects, so being merely annoyed with someone was a really big step towards something more for him.

"That was…bright." Harley shot back. "Santa appreciates a good light show."

Pulling out a pale blue and silver wrapped gift, Selina tossed it at Crane. "Head's up!"

Despite the fact he put his hands up, the gift sailed right between them and hit his face. It rebounded off his cheek and into an outstretched hand. "What's this for?" He demanded.

"Use it to stir your next batch of bastard gas for all I care," she shot back.

He scoffed. "You're not expecting something in return, I hope." Crane sneered.

Harley leapt in happily. "I bought the gifts this year, Jonny! Dontcha worry!"

Crane merely turned his eyes back to his work, flapping a hand at them to move it along.

The two women moved into the next room, it was an office area of sorts, decorated just as freely and crazily as the garage. Harley dragged Selina through the mortuary until they reached the chapel where a huge tree blinked down at them, it was over dressed for the occasion and that said a lot since the occasion was Christmas and over dressed was it's specialty.

Rummaging under the tree, Harley pulled out two gifts. "Here you go, for you." She handed over a smallish box and then a larger one. "And for Eddie," she added with a wink.

Selina pursed her lips. "Har…"

"Don't worry, no one knows but me…and Jonny…and Ivy cause she told me…and Dr. Fries for some reason…and I think Harvey Dent…maybe Commissioner Gordon then because they work together…which means Batman and Robin might know…and Nightwing…maybe Oracle…Huntress…Superman by proxy…oh, and Ozzie, cuz he's the Granddaddy of Gotham and knows everything!"

"Okay, Harley, thank you. But…Eddie and I aren't together." To drive the point home, she added. "At all."

Big blue eyes studied her. "Why not?"

"He's not really my type."

"That's the worst thing I've ever heard. And at Christmas too!" The blonde tsked and bit her bottom.

Leaning over, Selina gave the sweet clown a kiss on the forehead. "Merry Christmas, Harley. I'll see you around."

"Yeppers." She said sombrely.

"Passing through, ignore the man behind the curtain." Crane broke in, moving into the room on his long legs.

Instead of ignoring him, Harley launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mistletoe attack!"

He caught her, but just barely, practically doubling over from the overly joyful greeting.

Despite being the Master of Fear, Jonathan Crane smirked at Harley's enthusiasm, it was boyish, startling coming from the Scarecrow.

"Harleen, we spoke about doing that…I was three rooms down, okay? Not in another country."

The blonde ignored him, pressing quick kisses to his cheeks and mouth.

Selina crossed her arms and eyed the mistletoe above them. After seeing Crane's reaction to the kiss, she wondered just who was hanging the mistletoe, because really, what was across the room that the Scarecrow needed so badly?

Ozzie was in the middle of a boisterous speech to his waitresses at the Iceberg that night, puffing away at his cigarette and smiling slickly.

"Whatever that man says, do the opposite." She barked out, stepping into the midst of the gathered crowd.

The Penguin laughed. "She's probably right, get out of here all of you or no bonuses!"

As the waitresses scattered, Selina slunk over to the crime lord. "Working at Christmas, Ebenezer?"

"Believe me, they're getting paid well. Besides, someplace has to be open for the losers with no one." He turned to her, blue eye sparkling through his monocle. "You know the type…"

She quirked a brow at him. "For that you don't get your present."

"Unless you have a bow wrapped around your waist, I probably wouldn't want it."

"Not even if it was socks?" She teased.

The Penguin paused, puffing away like a train. "Socks? Now socks…socks are different."

Handing him a purple gift, she beamed at his hesitation and leaned in to kiss him. "Merry Christmas, Ozzie."

"And a festering New Year, kit…er, pussycat."

She carefully picked her way across the lawns, heading for a cheerfully lit greenhouse at the back of an old, abandoned Victorian home.

Knowing Ivy's guard vines, Selina chose not to get all caught up, opting to use her cat-like sense of stealth to get the drop on the red head in her home.

Very, very carefully she pushed open the door and stepped into the greenhouse, the warmth and humidity immediately enveloping her.

Wandering down aisle after aisle of plants, she turned a corner and found that she wasn't alone.

Halfway down, a bulky form stood tall, studying a valise sized pod with a tilt of his bald head.

"Doctor Fries?" She asked softly, afraid of startling the man.

He gave her a casual glance. "Selina, dear." His accented tone was watered after years of being in Gotham, but still held a kick that tickled Selina.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, padding towards him cautiously, whenever another villain stood in the place where someone else should, it meant only one thing, they were feuding.

He smiled sadly. "Ivy asked me to watch her pride and joy," he replied simply, motioning with a nod at the pod.

Selina sidled up beside him, she hadn't been to Ivy's since the red head moved in last spring. "So, this is why she's been so annoyingly chipper lately, huh?"

"Hn, she says you can feel it kicking if you touch it." He replied, turning to face her, peering out through the glass of his helmet. "I wouldn't know."

Reaching out, Selina tentatively touched the green pod, it was slightly fuzzy and tinged a bright red towards the tapered tip. Sure enough, under her hand she felt little muted bumps.

"Where is Ivy?"

"She went out to save some poinsettia's." He replied. "I don't blame her, most people don't know the proper care for euphorbia pulcherrima. They are quite delicate, you see."

Removing her hand from the pod, Selina eyed him. Why Fries? As far as she knew he wasn't close with Ivy, so why was he here watching over her replacement womb.

"Where's Nora?" She asked, hoping to get an answer in a roundabout way.

He tilted his head towards the far corner of the greenhouse. "She likes the flowers, Ivy likes the company. Besides, the greenhouse is backed by a generator, she's safest here."

"You live here?"

Tucking his hands behind his back, the power suit that kept him a comfortable sub-zero whirring, Fries smirked. "No, I rent the house from Ivy. She had no real use for it and I needed privacy."

"Works for everyone, huh?" She asked.

There was a pause, Selina unsure what to say, she never spent all that much time with Fries, though since his stay at Arkham had mellowed his desire to see the world freeze, he had become quiet, thoughtful, sad even.

"Strange," she finally said. "That she picked you to watch over something this precious."

Fries chuckled. "You don't have to insinuate," he said, "I would have just answered whatever questions you had."

"Are you the donor for this baby?"

"I am. It was hard to get my seed the right temperature, but Pamela and I are brilliant minds and we worked something out."

"But Nora…"

"Pamela so desperately wanted a child, but her womb, as you must know, is barren. She's been very good to let my wife inhabit her space, I'm sure Nora would be pleased that a lonely woman could have one good thing in her life."

"Your wife must have been a remarkable woman." Selina said.

"She is."

Behind them they heard Ivy return, cooing out a greeting to her babies as she passed them.

Selina turned just as Ivy cornered down their aisle, her arms full of poinsettias. She didn't see either of them.

Fries and Selina both hurried to free her of her burdens.

Ivy gave her old friend a quirk of a brow in greeting, leading them towards her workbench.

When she set her load down, she arched her back and rest a hand to the small of it. "Good to know chivalry isn't dead."

"Merry Christmas, Ivy." Selina said.

"What's merry about it? Mistletoe murdered in doorways, improper care of poinsettias and don't get me started on the trees." She quipped.

Fries chuckled. "Goodnight, ladies." He said, before retiring to the house for the night.

Helping Ivy arrange her newest babies, Selina sighed. "So, how's junior?"

"Healthy, but you must know that, you were lingering near her when I came in."

"Her?"

"One can only hope," Ivy returned.

Touching a hand to her chin, she wondered if she should even broach the subject or just leave it. Perhaps Christmas wasn't the time.

"Here," she said handing Ivy her gift. "For you."

"From you and Eddie? Or does he still care for no one but himself?"

Selina smirked. "From me, Eddie be damned."

A perfectly trimmed eyebrow rose. "Are you and Eddie on the outs?"

"No, actually. But we have called off this insane game of ours."

"I see. Some things never change."

"I'm still my own woman, Pam."

"Just the way you like it, huh?"

"Of course."

The two women leaned against the workbench.

"So, Harley thinks I should name her 'Harlina'." Ivy said.

Selina laughed, angling her face away from her friend. "Sounds like the kind of name she'd like." Biting her bottom lip, Selina couldn't resist. "What name does Fries like?"

If the words bit, Ivy didn't reveal a thing, she just crossed her arms loosely. "He likes Belladonna."

"Do you like Belladonna?"

"It's growing on me."

"Feliz Navidad, kitten."

She had barely stepped into her apartment, when Eddie pulled himself out of the shadows of her hall.

"What are you going to call me when I'm old, Eddie? Grimalkin?" She demanded.

"Sounds about right." He replied, touching a gloved finger to his chin ponderously. "Taking into account the fact that we'll be around each other when we're old, I might just call you something with more spice…I always liked baby doll…"

"You start calling me 'baby doll' and I'll drop kick you out the window." She replied, moving into her kitchen. "What are you doing here?"

"Skulking, a little. If you must know. Testing your new locks...going through your underwear drawer..."

"Find anything interesting?" She asked.

Reaching into his pocket with a roguish twinkle in his eye, he pulled out a pair of lacy red panties. "Well, I found these." He said, holding them up.

Snatching them away, Selina scowled. "Please tell me you didn't actually go through my underwear drawer." She snarled, tucking her undies away.

He chuckled. "No. Those were sitting on your armchair...the living room isn't really the proper place to change, you know."

"I wasn't expecting company." She turned and bowed her head to put the electric kettle on. By the time she turned back around to offer him tea, she found Eddie right behind her, eyes electric. He set a hand on either side of her waist, trapping her between him and the counter.

"What's this I hear? That you're telling everyone we're not involved?"

"When did we get involved?" She asked, feigning shock.

"So that's how it's going to be, hn?"

Looking to the side to avoid his eyes, she sighed. "It's no one's business but ours."

After a moment, he said, "I agree."

Placing her hand to his chest, she pushed gently. "Good, now let me out."

He remained still, locking her in a cage formed of his body and the counter.

She pushed harder against his chest. "You're not playing by the rules, Eddie."

"I don't recall ever agreeing to your rules of engagement, my dear." He said.

"So the game's afoot, huh, Sherlock?" She inquired, pulling on his wrist in the hopes of gaining her freedom.

His stance was unrelenting as he shuffled in closer to her, his hips bumping hers. "There was never any game, kitten." He growled against her throat. "A game would imply I took this lightly."

"Don't get sentimental on me, Ed. I might think you actually care." She purred.

The End