Rating: T+

Pairing: Bruce/Selina

Genre: Romance, Suspense

Notes:

As of this writing, Gotham is on break. So while we wait for Season One to hurry up and finish (and hopefully deliver on the hype, since Oswald did mention a war and rivers of blood) I for one hope to fill the Gotham-shaped hole in your soul at the moment with an update to this little story of mine. This chapter is the first in three that sets the other plot I mentioned in last chapter's notes into motion. It will also move Bruce and Selina's relationship forwards, so that's something to look forwards to. Anyways, thank you all for the support and please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Gotham.

5:42

As Bruce glanced down on his watch, he saw that it had been over two hours since both he and Cat had left the library to go wherever it was Cat had in mind going to. Glancing down at his watch, his brand new watch, also reminded him that he had never managed to get his other one from Cat back. And he probably wasn't going to even if he tried.

"Robin!"

He heard her whisper a shout, somehow, as he turned his eyes to meet her cat-like ones. More and more, he understood why she was given that nickname. "What?"

"You space out a lot, stop that," she told him, as she continued watching from the alley they were currently at. It hadn't occurred to him before to ask why they were there, since he just assumed they were going to steal something Cat wanted. But looking at the place, it didn't seem likely. They were looking, like a hungry vulture in Cat's case, at an apartment complex in downtown Gotham, about forty-five minutes from the library Alfred had left him in. It took them more or less that time to get here, but Cat had insisted on just staring at the building for over an hour without telling him why.

He wanted to accompany her, half because it was thrilling and half to hopefully lower the collateral damage this girl would do if left to her own devices. So far so good in that respect at least, since with both of them staring at a wall left them little room for actual mischief.

"Look alive, it's our turn," Cat's voice was sharp, her gaze not even bothering to turn to him as she spoke. Bruce turned as he saw a sharply dressed man exit the apartment building, closing the gate which led to the main stairway which Bruce presumed led to the hallway were the apartments could be entered from.

Cat began to move quickly, sprinting towards the building as the man walked towards the nearby parking lot; with Bruce noticing she was actively avoiding being seen by him or making any noise whatsoever. Realizing he was going to be left behind if he didn't follow, he sprinted after her. Admittedly, he moved less graceful or secretively than her, since he knew even if the guy did spot him he wouldn't know who he was. Or at least he hoped he wouldn't.

Also, Cat didn't move as he expected, not that she ever did. Instead of going towards the gate with something to crack open the lock, she moved towards the fire escape and began climbing. It was here Bruce realized that if he was planning on chasing her everywhere she went, he would need something to reach rooftops easier.

But for now, he had to make due with jumping, grabbing and pulling himself up.

And he made another mental note: 'Do not focus so much on training to fight, exercise more first. I can barely lift myself…'

When he looked up to see where she was, all he caught glimpse of was her silhouette entering the furthest window on the building.

As she stepped down from the window, the leather clad girl looked around. The place was a mess. She entered through the bathroom window and it looked like if she had reached an abandoned basement by mistake… one with a working (she hoped) toilet. She moved around, avoiding moving anything too much, which was hard giving how everything was on the floor instead of on the shelves. She exited the bathroom and looked around, tiptoeing towards the bedroom and peeking her head inside.

"Selina, is that you?" an older woman spoke up, lying in bed with a blanket across her body. Selina, or what could be visible of her, smiled. She then entered the room and took a seat on the bed besides the elder woman. "Sweetie, how have you been?" the same woman asked her, her voice soft as if tired.

"Fine, a little hungry thou," Selina mentioned, cocking her head to the side. "Got anything to eat?"

"…Sometimes I feel you see this place as another playground to master your craft as a thief," she spoke with a laugh, as Selina just stared and frowned.

"Nonsense, I like to visit. By the way," Selina turned, facing the door. "What did Stan want now? I saw his car and I waited nearly two hours before I saw him leave. Is he-?"

"Just wanted to discuss a few things about the money, don't worry, I took care of it."

"…Ew."

"Don't knock it until you-did you hear that?" the woman asked as she heard a tumbling noise coming from the bathroom. As she looked in that direction, Selina stood up.

"Let me show you someone I brought over," as Selina walked towards the bathroom, out of the other woman's line of sight, she opened the bathroom's door. "If I was a guard, you'd be screwed."

"If you were a guard, you'd be severely underpaid to be guarding this place."

She laughed. "Come on, let me introduce you," as Selina spoke she grabbed Bruce's hand and pulled him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, with him trying to ask what was going on and just who was he going to meet. "Mrs. Robinson, this is multi-millionaire, or billionaire, not sure, Bruce Wayne. But call him Robin."

Bruce, still stunned by not being in a robbery and being introduced to a woman who apparently lives in these conditions, just gave a short bow and spoke a soft "a pleasure" at her. Robinson stared, before letting out a soft laugh. "Wayne, is he for real?"

"Yep, he's under my wing as I teach him about the streets, he wants to be a bad boy gangster," Selina patted him hard on the back, to which he winced but said nothing. He turned to look at the lady, Mrs. Robinson as Cat had introduced, and wondered if his nickname was in anyway because of her. He also noticed how relax Cat got when they got here, coming to the conclusion that she was very close to this lady. His thoughts, however, were stopped when he heard someone crying.

A baby from the sound of it.

"Like clockwork, let me tend to that," Robinson stood up from bed, allowing the sheets to fall to the floor. Without said sheets, Robinson was left without a stitch of clothing on, not that it seemed to bother her in the slightest; even in the presence of a young male. Said young male's eyes widened, as his face turned different shades while desperately trying to force himself not to look. He had never seen a nude woman in person before who wasn't family, and therefore, wasn't sexual in nature.

"Ah, hey, gross! Cover yourself. We have a virgin boy here! And me!" Cat's screamed as she pulled her hands over her eyes. Robinson just laughed as she walked in between the two kids and towards the living room; where the baby's cries were coming from. "Ah, I did not need to see that," Cat rubbed her eyes as she spoke, before turning to Bruce. "You on the other hand probably did."

"Is she a…"

"…Hm?" Cat stared, and Bruce noticed how her smile faded. His own breathing got heavier.

"I don't mean any disrespect. But the apartment, the guy who walked out, her state of… undress. That awful smell. Is she… you know, a…" he didn't know how to voice it. Or rather, how to voice it without getting Cat mad and earning himself a broken nose.

"Prostitute?" Robinson spoke as she walked in, now with a robe to cover herself and a baby on her arms. Bruce and Selina stared as she sat on the bed, and began to breastfeed the baby before answering. "Yeah, been one for a while now. No shame in it, kiddo."

"Ignore him, this idiot here is just to use to-"

"You do what you must to get by, for him right," he interrupted Cat. "My mother used to say there where two types of mothers out there. The ones who are women first, mother second; or those that are mothers first and foremost. I can tell you're like mom."

Cat just pouted, but didn't say anything; while Mrs. Robinson smiled at him. "Thank you young man, no wonder Sel here likes to have you around."

"Sel?"

"Cat!" she growled at him, the turned to her. "Cat."

"Oh, you're still doing that huh? Okay, Kitty, I'll keep quiet," Bruce just stared at Cat, as she refused to make eye contact with him. "Oh, and by the way, it's a girl."

Bruce looked as Mrs. Robinson spoke, signaling the baby. A young baby girl, no older than a year, currently having her late-lunch/early-dinner. "What's her name?"

"Holly," Cat answered, before walking towards Mrs. Robinson. As Holly finished her meal, Cat took her from her mother and began patting her back, to let her gases out. As she did, Bruce began to wonder how long she had been doing this. Looking at her, she seemed to be actually able to take care of children.

"Come on Holly, burp already, come on, come on, you've gotten fat, oh yes you have you little ball of drool and crap, yes you have!"

As Cat "conversed" with Holly, Bruce looked on. In her own weird (heavy emphasis on weird) way she looked very maternal. Then he heard the baby make some sort of noise. "Not sure that was a burp, but anyway, any new clientele?"

Robinson smirked. "Knew you'd be interested. One big shot tycoon came over, quite high and interested in some weird kinks."

"Spare us the details, did you get something?"

"Just some keys he had in his pockets; a set of three. From their size I don't think it's from a door, but rather a safe or gate… But S-Cat, I don't think you should pay a house visit to this one," Mrs. Robinson tone shifted, from relaxed to serious. Cat just looked at her and blinked, as if awaiting her to continue and explain.

"House visit? Cat, what are you-?" Bruce questioned as he turned to Cat, only for her to shake her head.

"Robi here, erm, entertains gentlemen, well, mostly gentlemen for a few hours, and sometimes snatches a few things from the ones with big bucks," she began to gently swing Holly on her arms, as the toddler began to look for something up her own nose. "Then I use that to pay a house visit and steal a few things of interest. It is easier to break into a place if you have the keys or whatnot from."

"But like I said," Mrs. Robinson resumed. "This one isn't easy. The guy didn't give a name, but we know him from around here. Sionis, he's very well connected, for a white collar."

"Mr. Sionis? As in, Richard Sionis?" Bruce blurted out, to which Robinson nodded. Before he could ask, he felt Cat's smile widen as if she had been slashed by a knife from cheek to cheek. It was a very unsettling smile.

"Oh that's right, you rich folk know each other, don't ya Bruce Wayne…?"

-0-

The Sionis household may not be as big as Wayne Manor, but you could easily be fooled into thinking it was given the amount of security the place had. From security guards circling the premises, to high-tech cameras set up on nearly every corner of the mansion; it seemed like an impenetrable fortress. While Wayne Manor had security, with a few Wayne-Tech tools around, a few guards who were on call if anything were to transpire, and first and foremost a very capable and easy to anger Alfred in a room next to Bruce's; the security around the place was almost twice as heavy as anything Wayne Manor ever had. Even the gates were taller, with sharp spikes set up as "decorations" adorning the top for unsuspecting burglars to be stabbed to death for their troubles.

Both Bruce and Selina hid behind a few very well decorated bushes; both of them studying up how the guards moved and were each and every camera they could see rested at and what area did they most likely cover. It was, as Cat explained, the first step of any successful robbery: Reconnaissance.

They both had to observe, to see what laid before them.

All Bruce could see was a wall.

All Selina saw was a jungle gym.

"Cat, how are we-"

"It's simple," she interrupted, not that he was surprised. "With climbing our way up being out of the question thanks to those spikes up there," she mentioned as she pointed with her index finger to the top of the fence. Even from where they were currently crouched, those things looked mighty sharp. "We're going to have to squeeze our way through the gates poles. The look separated enough to allow two skinny kids to squeeze in."

"Are you insane?" Bruce had to force himself not to shout; he just raised his tone a little bit in order to get his message across. She couldn't be serious about just going in through the front gate, with the cameras and the guards ever present. Then again, when was she not serious when it involved getting into trouble?

"Probably, but this is no big deal. I get in and out of your manor with ease."

"That's different, my ma-You've been in my home!"

"…Oh, right," she gave him a grin and stuck her tongue out at him. "Guess even I screw up at times. Yeah, I meant to tell you. You have a lovely home."

"Cat, seriously?" he wanted to strangle her. He never noticed her presence in his own home. "Wait, are you the reason the milk keeps ending so quickly?"

"Probably, but enough about that. Focus," as she spoke she began to move, leaving a confused and irritated Bruce Wayne behind. He was going to seriously talk to her later about that. But he opted to focus now with what was going on. He watched as Cat systematically moved towards her objective. Each step calculated, but with such a quick flow that it seemed more on impulse than the scripted way he knew she moved about on each and every robbery she did.

His thoughts then shifted on just what he was doing. Richard Sionis was not the best public figure, he was hardly a good man from what little he remembered his mother mentioning to him. But be that as it may, his son Roman was, in essence at least, a friend of his. Moreover, even if they were bad people (with Richard's apparent frequent visits to receive sex in exchange of money, despite having a wife at home) neither Bruce nor Cat had any right to steal from them. But he knew that if he wanted his deal with Cat to work, he needed to play along. He could help her, but he needed to follow her for now. So he would.

Then he would make sure to pay back everything Cat stole back to the Sionis family; without her knowing of course.

She signaled him, and then he noticed that she was already inside. Not just inside the gate, but she had climbed a heavy leafed tree on the Sionis yard. Thanks to the black leather hoodie Cat wore, all he could see was her hand signaling him and her sharp eyes looking at him, waiting for his response.

It was his turn.

It was luckily for them that it was getting dark, so avoiding detection was a bit easier.

And he moved. He tried to imitate Cat's movements, keeping his eyes on the camera. The camera on the right gate moved counterclockwise from one edge to another, while the one on the left gate was stationary. If he timed it right, like Cat did, he could get in while both cameras where locked on one particular spot, leaving the edge of the gate where Cat got in unprotected for about four seconds.

He couldn't believe how nervous this made him. But he moved.

He hurried his step, reaching the gate the moment the camera turned away, his objective clear. Move his body sideways, press himself against the gate, between the bars, and squeeze through. So he moved his body, pressed himself and…

…his phone rang.

'Darkness! No parents!' sounded the lyrics of his ringtone, causing Bruce to madly scramble for his phone to shut it down, but realized the camera was going to catch him anyway. But worse still, one of the guards had heard and was walking towards him. So he decided to improvise.

He removed himself from the gate before the camera got him, and instead rested his back against it. The camera caught him with his back to the gate, his gaze lowered so it couldn't get a clear shot of his face, with his hand and phone towards it as he answered.

"Hello," he tried to sound natural.

"Master Wayne."

He figured it would have been Alfred. The man had a six sense when it came to Bruce being in trouble or getting into it. "A-Hey, man, what's up?" he had to avoid using names, he didn't want this to end up getting him caught.

"…Not much, man, but it has gotten a tad late has it not? Should I come pick you up?"

"Oh, I, erm, not yet actually, I'm still-"

"Hey kid, this is a private property," came the voice from the guard. The very tall, muscular guard who seemed to have a pistol tucked away. Armed security, that couldn't be good.

"Who was that?" Alfred questioned, having heard another voice.

"Just a guard, I got to close to a private gate or something," Bruce turned to the guard, his head still a bit lowered. "Sorry, didn't know it was wrong, since I'm on the outside. But I'll go away, sheesh…"

The guard said nothing, but Alfred sounded bemused when he spoke. "And what's with that attitude?"

"I, well, you know how it is," Bruce needed to know how to explain what was coming out of his mouth. Just telling Alfred he didn't want the people around him to know who he was, was going to get Alfred suspicious about just where he was and what he was doing. And that he didn't need. Then he remembered Alfred's comment earlier. "Some guard came and told me off," he spoke while pressing the phone to his mouth, as if trying to keep what he was saying from being heard by people next to him. Imaginary people giving he was currently alone. "And I didn't want to Irena to see me just chicken out, so I acted a little tough-er, you know…"

"Ah, to impress the lady?"

"Yeah," he wasn't really sure how much of this was he making up. Does becoming a criminal count as a way to impress a girl?

"Is that why this project has taken so long to be completed."

"…A fair assessment."

"Very well," Alfred voiced, and Bruce hoped he had been convinced. "I'll allow a little more time for you lovebirds to hang out," Bruce was about to thank him when Alfred continued. "But," there was always a 'but'. "You may not stay out longer than 10:30, understand?"

Bruce glanced at his watch. 7:55

"Understood."

As he bid his farewells to Alfred, with his butler giving him further "tips" on how to impress his female companion, Bruce turned his attention back to the mansion. He noticed two things.

One, the guard had stationed himself directly where Bruce had attempted to enter from.

Two, he could no longer see Cat.

-0-

For Selina Kyle there were very few things in life that could compare to the thrill of a heist. This was her viewpoint, what she believed in. In life you got what you earned. It didn't matter if you were born in mud, if you had to crawl just to live. If you could get something, if you had the skill to get something, then it was yours. As simple as that. If someone could stop her, then she didn't deserve what she wanted. But she knew better.

No one could stop her.

She had jumped from the tree and towards the mansion she saw the guard begin to walk towards the gate. Robin wasn't in trouble, he was outside and he had played it cool enough. At least it gave her one less guard to worry about, even if it did mean Robin had gotten an F in breaking and entering. But he was the stupid one for not shutting his phone off. She should have stolen that one too.

So she ran through the garden, her eyes glimpsing all around but not catching anything worth stealing. It was to be expected. Good things would not be left outside. A garden gnome was not worth much in the black market.

Once she got close to the mansion, she jumped and reached the nearest window.

It was locked, as expected.

She looked through the window, noticing that the room inside seemed to be some sort of study, filled with books and a desk with a computer and several folders and files. Boring work stuff, without a safe in sight. So maybe it was out-of-sight, as all safes should be.

She took out the keys Mrs. Robinson gave her from her breast pocket, each of them different, likely for opening different things. Or maybe something big with three locks. Whatever it was, it wasn't for opening this window. The window had a manual lock, which she could spot on the right corner. So, plan B.

Selina took out a ring from her other pocket, placed it on her middle finger and admired it for a minute. "You could fetch a pretty penny," she mentioned looking at the small diamond on the tip. "But, you're so much more useful with me. After all…" she spoke softly, pressing the diamond against the glass and scratching it in circular motions. "…a girl needs her jewelry."

After some effort she heard the glass make a noise, and with her sharp nails she carefully pulled the circular shaped glass she had just broken off the window. This gave her arm enough room to enter the hole and unlock the window with ease. "Perfect."

One open window later Selina found herself scavenging the office she had just broken into. The computer was turned off, and it was an old model. Definitely not the one this super rich family used. The each probably had better ones in their rooms or something, and this one here was not worth much out there. So she left it alone.

Out of nothing but curiosity she skimmed through the files, seeing if anything peaked her interest. Most where about work things, things their company had recently bought, a few sheets of inventory, a worksheet with various names of what she presumed were employees and such. But one did caught her eye. It was another work-related document, but it was less an inventory sheet and more of a blueprint of some sort. Like a satellite or something, at least that was what she could decipher from it.

But more than that, what caught her eye wasn't that it was a drawing, but that it wasn't from Sionis.

"Wayne Enterprise?" she muttered, surprised and curious at the same time. "I didn't know these losers had ties to the kid's company…"

Then she remembered. She recalled him saying that he wanted to go to his company because there was something he wanted to make sure of, or something along those lines. She would be the always sweet hearted girl she was and tell him about it. It was the least she could do. "I'll let Robin know, for a price…" she spoke with a smile. "Maybe I'll get his to kiss me for it or something."

She bounced across the room a bit, seeing if anything else caught her eye, but once she was certain nothing did she proceeded to the door towards her next destination. And she was met by a guard entering the room.

"Hi!" she exclaimed. "Am I early for the party-Shit!"

Instead of the expected reaction from the cop of either attempting to restrain her or using the walkie-talkie he had to announce her presence to the others, the guard was quick to grab his pistol and take ready aim at her. Her developed ability to see well in the dark and to pay attention to detail helped her caught wind of his intentions on time.

She moved.

She jumped, her feet bouncing her body up the wall to reach higher that the man's stature, using her weight plus gravity to jump the man and bring them both down before he could pull the trigger. As the both fell back onto the hallway, which had some paintings that should be worth something, Selina proceeded to grab hold of his hair and slam his head against the floor as hard as she could. He made a grunt upon receiving the hit, which she took as indication that he needed to be hit again. And again.

Once the guard was knocked out, Selina took the pistol from his hand and examined it, frowning. "It is loaded," she observed, perplexed by the harsh response. "Seriously, you find a soon-to-be fifteen year old girl in the house and your first response is to shot her brains out? Seriously, not cool!"

She then froze, her eyed widening.

The guard had his walkie-talkie on, a small light emitting under the words "sending" blinking. She felt her whole body shiver, and she heard it. The steps, they were coming towards her. That guard had found her by mistake; the others where now onto her. And if his response was any indication, she was going to be shot on sight. For once she was thankful the kid had messed up his entrance.

"There she is!"

She heard one of the shout, and she ran inside the room again. The shout had come from her left, which if she had seen it right during her scuffle with the guard, meant they were coming in from the stairway. She had to go down while they were coming up.

So she ran to the window, fully intending to shatter her way through.

But the moment she got close enough to see the yard, she saw them. The guards, and the guns. Then she heard the shots, followed by the breaking of the glass.

She couldn't held back the scream.

She was forced to pull back to avoid getting murdered, as the bullets tore through the air and into the room, the rough sound echoing through her. She laid down, her back against the wall, her heart on her throat. "Wh-What are they guarding! Shit!" she spoke between very deep breathes, before she bit her lip as hard as she could. "Get yourself together Kyle, focus damn it, you can get out. They don't expect you to take them out," she clenched her fist, feeling her sharp nails against her skin. "They don't expect you to claw their eyes out!"

So she ran, this time towards the door.

She timed it right, just as she heard their footsteps reach the doorframe. And she pounced. She heard one of them curse as she landed her entire weight against his chest, pushing him backwards and onto the ground. Even in the dark she saw it, three men, all with guns drawn. As the first one feel, one of them seemed surprise by the sudden attack, but the other responded quickly, too quickly. He fired a shot at her, which she evaded by sheer luck since she had already jumped towards the other guy. She heard the shot pierce flesh, and realized that the guard had attempted to shot her without caring if that if she evaded he would his the other guard. And he did.

The guard who was shot cried out, while the one Selina reached attempted to hit her with the handle of the gun he was pointing at her, but she was already too close, and she ducked under his arm and swung both her legs across his neck and pushed him downwards, causing his head to slam against the floor. She used the momentum of his body crashing to launch herself towards the final trigger-happy guard.

She felt her phone ringing, or rather, vibrating. She wasn't stupid enough not to silence it like a certain somebody. Thinking about the kid, it was probably him calling him having heard the shots. But he'd had to wait, at least until she got rid of this last pesky guard.

The guard attempted to shot her again, but she was very pissed this time. She reached his face, and pressed both thumbs into his eye sockets, earning herself a pain-filled scream of pure agony. He fired, blindly, but she pressed her leg against his arm to point the gun to the wall, as he emptied his gun on the very nice paintings. Not worth much anymore, sadly.

She finished by slamming his head against the floor; followed by kicking the guard that had been shot in the face as he attempted to aim at either her or the guard that had shot him, she couldn't tell.

And she breathed heavily, her whole body shacking. "Shit, shit… You bastards are horrible hosts. I could have died from…"

She cursed. One more guard came up from the stairs, but he was further than any of these had been when she jumped them. As expected, his first reaction was to point his gun at her, so she sprinted towards him. She jumped on the walls, wall-kicking herself in a zigzag motion until she was close enough to him to strike. He fired at her, twice, trying to line his gun to her body.

She reached him, and using the gun from the first guard that had taken her off-guard, she smacked him across the face, blood spilling all over the floor as he tumbled back and down the stairs in a painful sounding way. She crouched, and it was then she felt it.

The piercing pain.

The moment she landed after hitting him, she felt a sharp piercing pain on her right leg. Her hand automatically found the source of the pain, and her eyes widened. Blood gushed out of her leg, painting her hand and surrounding leather cloth into a deep shade of dark red. Worst still, was a strong burning she felt inside the wound. She understood what happened, she got shot. Either the first or last bullet that bastard had shot at her had hit her on the leg, on her upper right thigh. And with this she lost her most precious survival ability.

Mobility.

Worst of all was the noise. The horrible noise of footsteps running towards her direction. Three shots in less than two minutes gave her location away quicker than any walkie-talkie could. So she forced herself to move.

Limping as fast as she could, holding her leg in a vain attempt to keep the blood from gushing, she moved further into the mansion. She saw lights further into the hallway, most likely where Sionis was if he was in here; and most likely were more guards were at if he believed he was being targeted by somebody if their response to her intrusion was anything to go by.

She felt the steps get closer to her, from behind. So she moved. Selina spotted an open closet on the hallway, which she used to hide. She jumped using her good leg and grabbed the top shelf, pulling herself up and out of view. She considered closing the door, but that would probably make it more obvious. She hoped the blood hadn't formed a trail towards her, but her worries would be answered in a moment.

As the guards approached.

She froze. Her breathing stopped, her claws out and her body motionless.

Then they ran past her location. She heard them shouting. "Crap! The intruder knocked out five already," one said to another, as they all ran. Roughly ten men ran past the closet. "I know," another answered. "We need to reach Mr. Sionis, the intruder moved this way, hurry!"

And they all vanished towards Mr. Sionis. Selina let out a deep breathe, followed by a soft cry. Then she felt a stronger pain. It was her phone again, vibrating against her wounded leg. Why didn't the phone catch the bullet? That would had been much more useful. She took it out, as carefully as she could, and glanced at it. It read: 'Bruce'.

"Bruce," she spoke softly, trying not to catch any unwanted attention. She had her hand covering the phone and her mouth, her whole body beginning to shake. "Bruce…"

"Cat, Cat! What's going on, are you alright? I heard shots! Someone was shooting, it wasn't against you, right, are you-Cat!"

He heard her cry.

She was crying softly, against the phone. "Bruce," she repeated his name, in a tone he had never heard her use before. In a tone he had never wanted to hear her use. "They got me, they shot me!" she had to bite her lip, as she unknowingly raised her voice. "They're going to kill me."

"What! No, Cat, no," she heard him begin to panic, as he stumbled on what to say. "They can't do that! Even if you are attempting to rob them! You can't kill someone like that! You need to call the GCPD! I mean, they need-"

"This is Gotham Bruce," her voice was somber again, soft, but composed. "They'll just throw my body in a lake or something," she paused for a moment, hearing an argument coming from the direction the guards went towards. They had probably reached Mr. Sionis, made sure he was okay, the proceeded to search every nook and cranny of this mansion until the found her. And given her condition, find her they will.

"Then I'll call the GCPD! I'll call Gordon, just hold on a-"

"He won't make it in time."

"Don't say that," he shouted into the phone. "T-Then I'll call Alfred!"

"You're butler is even further away," she let out a soft chuckle, as she heard each deep breathe he took. "You know," her tone changed slightly. "I'm glad you're not here with me. At least you'll be safe. Get out of here, a-and… please stop trying to become involved with the streets anymore, alri-"

"I'm coming to get you."

"What! No, Bruce, don't even think about it," now she was close to screaming. Even with everything she did, with everything she wanted to do, she couldn't possibly let him get hurt. She has done so many bad things in the past, but she wasn't going to let him die. "There' nothing you can even-"

"I saw my parent's die, Cat…"

She stopped, closing her eyes. A few tears squished through her eyelids and fell down her cheeks. "I know…"

"I'm not losing you!"

"Bruce, don't-" she stopped talking. She heard their steps again, closing in on her. In her mind she considered either staying in the closet and hoping she wasn't found, or running as best she could before they got here. Either option was dangerous, as the closet wasn't the best place to hide nor could she run very much with her leg in that state. So she was left with the choice of where she wanted to die; not with a way to avoid it. And the sounds got louder, each step a murderous thunder which echoed throughout the empty hallways. It was the last sound she heard, before hearing Bruce's voice speak softly to her.

"I will save you."

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Soft-Reboot

As you may have noticed, this fiction previously titled "SIRENS" (all caps, because I can) was renamed as "Chase Me". Two reasons for this:

A. It fits the story better. Sirens was a reference to the Gotham City Sirens comic books, which features Selina Kyle as a major figure. While fitting, given her importance here, the comic was more about the partnership/friendship between Selina, Pamela and Harleen rather than Selina's growing relationship with Bruce. And while (MINOR SPOILER – Read After This Paragraph If You Don't Want To Be Spoiled A Little Bit About This Story) both Pamela and Harleen will appear here, they are not a major focus.

B. Chase Me is the title of a very Bat/Cat short in the style of Batman TAS, and the title actually fits with the plot. This story is about Bruce chasing after Selina and trying to become more involved in her life while they both become who they are to become.

The summary has also been updated, better reflecting the upcoming plot of the fiction. While I mention a soft-reboot, it really isn't. None of the past chapters have been contradicted. It's just that my original idea for this story was only about 10 or so chapters, but the story would not stop growing until it became something much bigger. So, without ruining what I originally planned, the story is now a lot bigger than originally intended.

Hope you all enjoy this as much as I have!

The Author Responds To:

1. ArmyWife22079: So true! Given just how, eh, attracted Bruce and Selina are to one another even in canon works; it's a given they will be as most teens are… hormonal. And as a special note, I will be touching upon an "origin story" of sorts for Selina's whip here, so, yeah…

2. alexisg200: Thanks! And yep, risky situations are here to stay. Much riskier than even Selina could have predicted.

3. John: You're great!

4. Guest (#1): Just did! Hope you enjoyed!

5. Araytigre: Yes, he would have gotten caught; the Gordon would have called Alfred, Alfred would have grounded him until he was 30, he would have never become obsessed with bats, and the entire reality would have perished when the Anti-Monitor attacked without Batman's help to stop it… wow, what one call can do!

6. Guest (#2): It was funny for her too.

7. Basilisk's Fang: Thank you, and I hope you stick around for the rest of the story. And I will reread the past chapters and see if there is anything I can correct. If you or anyone else sees anything wrong (spelling, grammar, continuity errors, etc.) please let me know. I want this to be as best as I can!