So, this story is sort of part of my Swearing Jar series. I guess I'll call it a vignette. I've edited this chapter and written a second. Enjoy!

Mrs. Wayne?

"Here are your bags, Mrs. Wayne. Have a nice day!" The cashier at the trendy little boutique in midtown Gotham gave Selina a friendly smile as the cat-burglar and occasional vigilante accepted the two bags with clothing and accessories before leaving the shop.

Mrs. Wayne? Since when was Selina Kyle, Gotham socialite and one of the city's foremost experts in art, Mrs. Wayne? Yes, she was in a committed partnership with Bruce Wayne, Gotham's favorite son. Yes, she had moved in with him and his brood of children/crime fighting partners after regaining custody of the daughter she had given up for adoption. Yes, she was now (technically) a mother of 7 and had just purchased a few things for the teenage Cassie who had no real interest in fashion but had been in need of a few girly things that she wasn't aware she was in need of.

But she still wore all of the rings that she had bought for herself. There was no diamond engagement ring with platinum band around the third finger of her left hand, nor a gold wedding ring. In fact, the only jewelry she wore that had been a gift from Bruce, aka Batman, was a silver cat brooch with black crystal fur and green emeralds for eyes.

So how was she now Mrs. Wayne?

Selina considered the entire encounter now in her mind's eye. When the clerk has asked her if she was looking for anything specific, Selina had asked about some of the teen clothes. But she'd said she was buying a gift for a friend's daughter! How could that have been construed as "I'm looking for something for my teenage daughter"? She didn't even look like she was old enough to be the mother of a teenager! Right?

And then there was the payment at the end. Selina pressed the trunk button on her key fob and placed the bags with her purchases inside. She looked over the other three bags that contained her other purchases of the day. None of them screamed "Look at me! I'm a mom!" Shaking her head, she closed the trunk, unlocked her door, and got in her car. Pushing the lock into position, Selina got her wallet out once more, taking out her three credit cards. She ran her finger over the raised letters that spelled out her name: Selina Kyle. None of them said Selina Wayne, so she asked herself again: How did it happen that the clerk called her Mrs. Wayne?

It was puzzling. Reaching down to start her car, she pulled out of the parking space and proceeded to the bridge that would take her back to Wayne Manor. She decided to put the thought out of her mind, at least for now. For now, all she needed to worry about was the usual bridge traffic to get out of Gotham proper. She'd wonder some more about the clerk's assumption after she got home and showed Cassie the new sweater and tights that she'd bought her. Until then, the traffic report.