And I'm back, with the sequel to Catgirl! Must have read that for this to make sense, and this is set just after season 2. I'm sorry about the POV change, but I need it for the plot. I only own the plot and Anwen :) enjoy.

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that."

~ William Shakespeare

I suppose I've always had a predisposition for running. I ran from my problems, and now, it seems, I am running from myself. But running is a race I'll never win. I'm going to disappear, much like I always used to do to prank you, except in a much darker light. If I could, I would stay, but I can't. But I do promise to come back, just not now. Just not yet. There is something I still need to do.
Good bye seems too final, too much like I will never see you again. I will see you again, someday. So, see you around then. I was never great at leaving, was I?

Meow.

The letter was signed with a flourish. When Catgirl had joined the team, she had changed her name to Bast, like the Ancient Egyptian goddess, but often left the room with a smirk, and a meow.

But this letter, was something no one in the team had ever hoped to see. A leaving letter. From the original Catgirl, from Bast, from the team's friend and family member. From Anwen.

From Nightwings ex girlfriend.

Maybe, she thought, she shouldn't have left like that. But the recently turned 19 year old didn't look back. She didn't even falter in her sure step through Gothams Crime Alley.

"Do you have it?" She quietly asked a man standing on the corner, voice too low a pitch to be natural. She wore a black cape with hood, hiding her face, black combat boots, Kevlar top and leggings.

"Are, are you Sphinx?" He stuttered. She rolled her eyes.

"Yes you imbecile, now give me the stuff!" She demanded.

"Security question," he pointed out, but when she growled, he threw a paper bag at her.

"Here!" He swirled, running off in the opposite direction.

She couldn't stay here. Either Catwoman or Batman would find her soon, or both. And that would put her plan out of action for another couple of years.

"Where to?" She wondered to herself, opening the bag and bringing out a driver's license, passport, birth certificate and everything else she would need to cross the border. It was all under the name May Caroline Alden. She smiled. It was all here.

She silently made her way to a run down, abandoned adjustment in Gotham, sliding in brown contacts. She had died her hair dirty blond before she left the mountain, careful to leave no trace. She also scrambled the zeta beams recognition of her, apparently sending her somewhere into the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

She smiled at her new reflection.

In the last 5 years or so, she had lost the remaining baby fat around her cheeks, and her hair had curled in a little. She now kept it so it just brushed her shoulders, but before she had left the mountain, she had cut it to her jaw line.

She smiled, remembering days at the mountain. Hanging out with Zee when they became close friends, burning cookies with Megan, chatting with Raquel throwing knives while Artemis shot her arrows, swimming with Kaldur, watching static with Conner, tripping Wally, meeting Roy. And Robin, now Nightwing. Her ex boyfriend. Since Wally and Artemis retired, Raquel and Zee joined the League, Kaldur went mad from Tulas death, and and Conner and Megan split, nothing was the same in that mountain anymore. And then, Artemis' death, Kaldur going rogue, it was all Nightwings plan.

And it hurt. It hurt to know he hadn't trusted her with this information.

His girlfriend.

The person he should trust more than anything. But, with Basts trust issues, this broke her. She snapped, just like a twig, and called it quits.

And it was over, just like that. Wally was 'ceased', Artemis was grieving, Robin and Cassie got together, and she and Nightwing split.

It was strained already. Since he took command of the team, he was a lot more serious, a lot more distrustful, a lot more like the mentor he had never wanted to be like. No one smiled any more, not with everything going wrong.

It was too real, the danger everyone was in.

This caused Bast to put her plan on hold. But here she was, starting stage one of her plan.

It was about time she got revenge.

She smiled at herself in the mirror.

"Goodbye Anwen Smith-Kyle," she breathed, "hello May Alden."