Before you being, I have a quick note:

The second I started watching Young Justice I got inspired to write this story. However, I waited to watch a few more episodes because I didn't feel comfortable enough with the characters. Let me re-phrase that; I don't really understand them. They're so deep, so complicated, and so layered that not even the show has been able to barely scrap the surface of their personas. Plus their backstories are still unclear, and being only a few episodes in, we haven't really learnt much about them. Since I haven't read the comic books, I'm really going at this with little knowledge already. But, I still want to write this story. So, here it is. I hope you like it.

Batman remained perfectly still. Completely motionless as he perched himself on the roof of Wayne Enterprise. Through the thin slits of his mask, he inspected the city with watchful eyes.

Gotham City as quite. To quiet. But in a way, this didn't surprise him. Crime rates had been at a minimal lately. Arkham Asylum was full to the rim with the most dangerous villains, and as for the lower scale criminals, Batman couldn't say. To both him and the Justice League's surprise, mafia leaders, crime dealers, predators, you name it, had started going missing for a few months now, leaving little to do for the real superheroes. Even the police force couldn't explain the sudden disappearance of the biggest crime leaders in the city. Only that they would turn up dead a few days later. All from 'seemingly' natural and untraceable causes.

It was puzzle even Batman couldn't solve. But tonight, his mind was somewhere else. It was on the small piece of paper he had clutched in the palm of his hand. It was a note from her.

Carefully opening the letter, Batman re-read the note that he had received earlier that day.

Bruce. Long time no see. Meet me at the top Wayne Enterprise tonight at midnight.

- Selina

Batman re-crumpled the letter, and tossed it over the edge of the building. Watching the ball of paper fall to the ground, he couldn't help but feel stupid. She was two hours late. At this rate, she wasn't going to show at all.

She had been sending him notes like this once every two months for the past year. And every time, she left him standing there till the early hours of the morning. But every single time, he came back. It had been years since he'd seen her, and somewhere deep down, he felt like he needed to.

"Bruce, is that you?" asked a low, seductive voice.

Batman turned quickly. Leaning against an oversized satellite dish was her. The woman who had him wrapped around her claws. The woman that stood for everything he was against, but couldn't control himself around. Catwoman.

They took a few moment to study the other. "You look… stronger Bruce," she complemented. Batman could say the same for her, but at the same time, she looked rather tired, worried even, like she was loosing sleep over something. "Have you missed me?" she asked was a grin. Batman growled. He decided earlier that he wasn't going to speak until she explained herself. "Not talking to me, are you?" she pouted. "I guess I can understand,"

"Where have you been?" he demanded, caving into his own promise.

She smiled at him. She then began to strut herself over in his direction. When there faces were only a few inches apart, she halted her self. "I missed you too, Bruce," and with that, she kissed him. Light, yet suggestive. Although he wouldn't kiss her back, he had to admit, he missed the feeling of her lips against his. When they broke, she smiled. "Didn't bring your friends?" she asked. Batman frowned at her. She was talking about the Justice League. The only thing Batman reframed from telling his team was his personal affairs. Obviously, Catwoman could sense his harsh frown and took a step back. "I know you're angry. But I had to see if you were going to bring you little team," she sneered. "And we couldn't have them knowing about me, could we?" she smirked.

"They know all about you,"

"But do they know about us?" she corrected.

Batman looked away. "You haven't answered my question," He looked back to her. "Where have you been?"

"Oh, around town. Here and there. Running a few errands. The usual," she smirked.

Batman gapped. "Did you commit those murders?" he asked harshly.

Catwoman forced a smile on her face. "We'll get to that the later,"

Suddenly, Batman became furious. This wasn't a good time for her to be cryptic. In one swift movement, he pounced on her with full force, sending her body crashing into another smaller satellite dish. He brought her wrists up behind her back and leaned in close. "We'll get to that now," he growled into her ear. "Did you kill them?"

Catwoman responded by swinging her legs out, causing both of them to loose footing, and sent them both down to the ground. She quickly gained the upper hand, however, when she pinned his chest down with her hands, and positioned both her knees on either side of his hips, leaving her straddling on his waist. "Hasty, hasty," she hissed. Batman struggled a bit, but not at all to his capacity. In a sudden change of tone, Catwoman's face relaxed as she let her fingers run down the sides of his annoyed face. "Remember when we used to do this, Bruce? I was the evil mastermind and you were the hero who always brought me to justice?" she asked, breathing every word gently into his ear.

"You were never the evil master mind," he grunted.

"I resent that," she chuckled. "I certainly trapped you a couple of times. Heck, the Joker asked for my help on certain occasions," she winked.

Batman rolled his eyes. "And now your resorting to killing others?" he growled.

Catwoman squinted her eyes angrily at him. "Life isn't always easy, Bruce. You have to make certain choices when necessary," she snapped.

"You were never a killer,"

"How did you know what I was?"

Batman frowned again. This wasn't the woman he once knew. Catwoman was a simple thief. A bugler. She usually reframed from killing anyone. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that fact that you're a murderer. It's never necessary to-"

"How about when you have an extra mouth to feed?"

Batman stared at her with shock. "What do you mean?"

"Never mind. Those people had it coming anyway," she scoffed.

"There're other ways,"

"Oh yeah. Bring them to justice? How's that working for you? Every time you put someone in jail, they just break back out again, don't they?"

"It's better than taking their lives!"

"They took other peoples-"

"Who are you working for, Selina?"

"Relax! Okay? It isn't me," she said, letting him up from underneath him.

"Are you serious?" he asked, quickly standing up.

"Cross my heart and hoped to die," she snickered, drawing and 'x' shape on her heart with her right pointer finger. "And don't bothering asking me who it is. I have no idea,"

Batman sighed. Turns out he was wrong. This is exactly how Catwoman acts. "Well then. Why did you bring me up here?"

She placed her hands on her hips. "It can't be that I just wanted to see you?" she questioned. Batman raised a judging eyebrow at her. "Alright. You got me. I need your help," she confessed. Batman smiled at her, knowing that it probably pained her to ask for assistance in anything. "I need for you to … find someone," said Catwoman hesitantly.

"And?" asked Batman, knowing there was always something more with this woman.

"And … I want for you to keep an eye on her," muttered Catwoman. "Just for a few days," she added quickly.

"Why?"

"Well – you know that if a cop finds a kid on the street, they send them to the orphanage. I want for her to be okay. Besides, I heard you've been doing a little babysitting nowadays," she taunted, making reference to the Young Justice team.

"Wait. This is a child we're talking about here?" confirmed Batman with confusion.

"It's a little more complicated than that," chuckled Catwoman. "She's – she's my daughter,"

Batman was stunned into silence. He was so stunned that the first question he asked was "How old is she?"

Catwoman licked her lips mockingly. "Fourteen," Fourteen years old. Batman stumbled back a bit. Thinking to the night that he and Catwoman spent together – fourteen years ago. Catwoman flung her head back in laughter. "Relax Bruce. She's not yours," she clarified.

Batman nodded and let out a light sigh. If she was his daughter, he would have killed himself then and there for not helping Catwoman out when she was pregnant. While indeed Batman had seen Catwoman occasionally over the past fourteen years, he almost never saw during the year that this child was bearded and born. "Where is she now?" he asked, referring to when Catwoman asked him to find her.

Catwoman looked away. "The thing is – is that I don't know. She ran away a few months ago and never came back. I've tried looking for her. But she has her mother's stealth," she chuckled, trying to lighten the situation.

"What? Why did she run away?"

"If I knew, I would tell you,"

"You know that's a lie," he frowned.

Catwoman giggled at him.

"Okay. I'll find her. And I'll bring her back to you-"

"No. She needs to stay with you," said Catwoman abruptly.

Batman gave her a puzzled look. "You're going to have to clarify," he said, crossing his arms.

Catwoman released a long sigh. "I've – got myself into a little bit of trouble – and I need to disappear for a few days," admitted Catwoman. "I know you'll keep her safe,"

"Who's after you?" questioned Batman. Catwoman looked away. "Selina, who ever it is, I can help you,"

"Trust me, Bruce. This is something you can't handle. I just need for you to find my daughter, and take care of her. Can you promise me that?" she pleaded. Batman looked deep into her eyes. Whatever he could see through her mask seemed to be tearing up. Evidently, this meant a lot to her, and Batman's heart told him to oblige to her every command.

"I'll find her, and watch over her," he promised.

Catwoman smiled her strongest possible smile (which itself was pretty weak). "Thanks Bruce," Batman embraced her in a long, warm hug. His protruding muscles protecting her from the cold winds that whipped around them. "Oh. And can you do this solo? She might get frightened – y'know - being ambushed by the Justice League and all,"

Batman nodded and released Catwoman from his grasp. Before she disappeared into the night, he called "What's her name?"

Catwoman turned back and called "Helena-" Catwoman paused for a moment to examine her claws. "But I hear that she's been going by the name Huntress lately," And with that, Catwoman scurried off into the night. Batman took a minute to watch her disappearing figure. "What a woman," he thought to himself.

When Catwoman was out of sight, he shook his head violently. He had come across Huntress before and knew where to find her. He took a moment to feel guilty about not telling Catwoman right away where she was, but felt that some things are better left unsaid. Batman had always assumed some relationship between Catwoman and Huntress (by the way they acted and how they dressed), but never really took the time to put two and two together. He didn't know too much about what Huntress did, other then continuously harass his sidekick. Come to think of it, Batman had never encounter Huntress. Robin always had…

I'm not sure if Catwoman will appear in the Young Justice series, and I'm a little shaky on the Batman/Catwoman relationship at this point. But I love there relationship. So ... yeah.

For those who don't know, I should probably explain 'Huntress'. According to Wikipedia, the DC website, and a few of my comic book reading friends, Selina and Bruce did have a daughter named Helena. However, Selina raised her on her own after retiring from being a superhero/villain. However, when Helena was older, Selina was blackmailed into becoming a villain again (which eventually lead to her death). Helena then made a costume to resemble both her parent's costumes and became a superhero/villain just like her mother, adapting the name 'Huntress'. Bruce was fully aware of her existence, and acted as a mentor when she started to fight crime.

I changed her backstory a little in this fanfic because... well... I wanted to. Plus it works better for the story I have in mind. And besides; movie producers, other comic book writers, and other fanfics change backstories all the time. For example, according to the comic books, Zatanna was actually a childhood friend of Bruce and her father was never in the Justice League. In fact, he was dead (or died) when Zatanna was first introduced. There are so many other examples, but I won't go into them now.

Anyway, I hope it does end up working and that you all like it. Other than that, please review and tell me what you honestly think of it so far.