AN: We Own Nothing Of Batman Nor Inuyasha!

Hey guys, here's another chapter! Sorry for the insanely long wait - life's been brutal. With one of us with a broken laptop and no internet, and the other with the hell called college on her heels, it's been a little crazy. But we do what we can and try to write something. We may have some chapters in stock, but it'll be a while before we get back to somewhat regular updates. Sorry! Anyways, hope you all enjoy the chapter!

The next five days went off without a hitch.

Kagome and Shippou were kept busy, taking care of demons trying to hurt humans, or those fiddling with the premature idea that they could actually take over the city – all without much of a very structure plan.

Not to mention, it was made official that Shippou's company was now partnered with Wayne industries in Cyber Securities.

Kagome's training was coming along nicely, and said girl was currently trying to figure out what to wear for a company party in a couple weeks. She glanced at her reflection in her vanity, wincing at the sheer length and mass of black inkiness.

Of course, now she had to think of a way to style her hair...

'God I'm sounding like a teenager' she mentally griped at herself, groaning. "But I really do need to know how to hide these things for events like that," she muttered helplessly, eyeing the weapons in her hand.

"Here - let me help."

Kagome looked over to the redheaded kitsune goddess that materialized from behind. She remained silent as Koki pushed her gently down to sit before her vanity. The goddess gracefully took up her hair, easily splitting it into equal sections before beginning to braid it tightly, while still remaining comfortable.

Koki continued speaking, "It is kinda my fault that your hair grew exponentially..." she commented in a soft murmur. "But, I learned a few tricks over the centuries that you'll be glad I pass on."

Kagome blinked at the information, turning slightly to raise an eyebrow. "Huh?"

She flushed though, looking properly abashed as Koki 'tsk'ed' at her, turning her head to face forward like a mother to her daughter. "Keep your chin up and face forward – unless you want your braid ruined," she chided gently, snickering at the miko's embarrassment.

Kagome muttered incoherently under her breath, "Anyways – your fault?" she began, puzzled. "I thought mine and Shippou's aura's melded?"

Koki just shrugged, like it was not big deal. "Where do you think the original Kitsune came from?" she said rhetorically. "We Koki-teno accidentally made true Kitsune, but there is a difference, we are true immortals."

Kagome choked at that, spitting out the Pepsi she was sipping on a glass as she listened to her trainer. She coughed, sputtering before the ability to form words returned to her. "True immortal? You mean I can't die?" she exclaimed wildly.

The demon laughed loudly, pausing in her braiding. "Honestly? I don't know - the miko thing kinda messes with it," she murmured wryly.

Kagome's face went slack. "Perfect," the fox priestess drawled sarcastically.

Koki smirked, "I know, isn't it?" she piped up cheekily, eyes flashing in fond amusement at the responding grumble. "Anyways, my tricks," she began.

Kagome instantly perked up, making Koki laugh. "Yes?"

"Eager much, little one?" she commented wryly, shaking her head. "While having so much hair comes off as such a hassle, it also possesses it's advantages..." Koki murmured. "Say, like this."

Kagome watched through the mirror as Koki reached over to pluck a throwing knife from the vanity. Taking her braid, Koki easily maneuvered it into the braid, hilt first. Thankfully, the knives were curved slightly at the end of the hilt, so it securely hooked into her braid.

"It's a nifty little trick, and useful when you find yourself empty in your arsenal, of unable to carry a weapon out right," Koki explained, smirking wickedly. "And with how much hair you have, you can hook as many in as you desire."

Kagome was nodding in apt attention, "It is a good hiding spot..." she murmured thoughtfully.

Her smirked widened. "Just be sure you got all of them out before going to bed – or... experimenting your womanly wiles on some poor, unsuspecting victim..." she remarked casually.

Kagome choked, blushing hotly and feeling mortified – whether it was of the topic itself, or how nonchalantly Koki was talking about it, she wasn't too sure.

"it happens to be a real mood killer when you loosen your braids and out comes knives tumbling across the bed," Koki continued as if nothing happened.

Kagome's eyebrow raised. "Speaking from experience?" she asked wryly.

Koki's lips twisted, eyes dancing. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she purred out, chuckling at Kagome's blush.

"No. No, I really wouldn't..." Kagome mumbled.

"Suit yourself," Koki laughed, shrugging nonchalantly. "Anyways, there are other places to hide a weapon than in your hair, whatever your wearing. You can strap it to your calves, or go a bit higher to your upper, inner thigh if your wearing shorts, skirt, or a dress," she listed off wisely as she continued to braid slowly, slipping in more hidden blades.

Koki stopped suddenly, leaning over to peer down Kagome's front. It made the miko stiffen. "What?" she asked warily, not liking the look in her mentor's eyes.

Koki's eyes gleamed as she smiled almost too innocently. "Oh, nothing," she replied harmlessly, waving a hand airily. "It's just – you were blessed with a very generous chest, my kit," she complemented, ignoring the mortified noise the miko made in the back of her throat. "It would be such a shame not to use it."

And just as she finished talking, Kagome jumped, shrieking softly as something cold, smooth, and sliver slipped between her cleavage.

"It's a very good place to hide small items, such as a knife. But be sure to make sure they're the folded kind – it wouldn't be pretty when you suddenly bend forward." Kagome gaped at Koki, speechless as the goddess went on as if she didn't just slip a knife down her cleavage...

Koki bit her lips thoughtfully, her fangs peeking out. "Shoes are also a good place to slip hidden blades, and I'm sure we can find weapons disguised as accessories – like as chop sticks for your hair!" she exclaimed cheerfully.

"You can always carry a fan, and more knives, in a purse. Or..." the goddess trailed off, head tilting thoughtfully, "With your foreign looks, you could always pull a fan off as an accessory and leave it out in the open for easy access. We'll just paint the metal in disguise."

Kagome just blinked owlishly, absorbing all those tips, "Thank you..." she said slowly, still trying to process everything and Koki dipped her head. The miko sighed under her breath suddenly, eyeing the clock nearby. "Well, looks like it's time for patrol," she pointed out, eyeing the clock nearby. "Kirara is coming with us tonight; to see if she can get a whiff of Catwoman," she casually informed.

Koki snorted dryly. "Not to mention to avoid the human who thinks he is more than so."

Kagome sent her mentor a flat look, twitching when she received a flick on the nose in response.

Obediently, she faced forward again as the goddess resumed braiding, and pouted. "He shouldn't bother us," Kagome mumbled, "Shippou and I just hunt down the demons who are overstepping their boundaries and harming humans," she tried explaining.

Koki scoffed, her tone turning sharp. "And what if a demon in its human form comes across you hunting?" she countered bluntly. "What if your human sees you fighting such a demon?"

Kagome froze, eyebrows furrowing as she bit her lip in thought. "Uhhh..." She couldn't think of a reasonable answer. They couldn't tell reveal the existence of demons, yet she didn't want them to be seen as criminals either...

Koki's eyes narrowed sharply, lips pursing. "Here's the answer, Kit." The demoness snapped, slightly irritated. "Force them back into their true form before you hassle them." And with that tidbit, she disappeared.

Sighing, Kagome began to finish braiding her insanely long hair herself.

The repeating clacking sounds of keys being hit filled the room, every once in a while accompanied by a clicking sound that would only emanate from a mouse. It only aided to the slight air of suspense of the pitch black room, save for the bright light blaring from the computer screen.

A lithe woman lounged in a office chair, eyes narrowed down to slits staring acutely at the screen as she typed at a speed that almost rivaled the speed of light.

It only made sense though.

Hacking into the mainframe of one of the most protected computers required quick wit, technological advantage, and a fast hand.

And anyone could be sure that a computer associated with the creator of the rising and renowned internet interface known as FireFox was protected like a Swiss bank account.

Which only meant it would pose a challenge.

A challenge which Selena would gladly take on...

It was taking her considerably longer than it usually would, if it were any other computer. There was firewall after firewall with fewer holes to slip through, password after password that were harder to crack.

But in the end, it didn't stand a chance.

Finally, she succeeded hacking into the mainframe of Kagome Higurashi's computer.

Selena's eyes scanned across the computer screen, flickering at a sporadic speed, becoming wider and wider.

With every second that ticked by, with every passing word she read, the creaking sound became sharper and sharper as her hand clutched at it tighter and tighter.

Her hand was shaking under the force she gripped the mouse like a lifeline,her knuckles white.

"No..." she breathed out in disbelief, heading straight for denial. "That's – it's impossible, there's no way..." she stammered, eyebrows furrowed, shaking her head.

But there it was, under the girls name on some kind of report made by some Private Eye.

Your father's paper trail wasn't sufficient enough for a definite, current location, but it did give a better idea than before. After some research, it led to a city in America: Gotham. It was his last known location, but the the paper trail stops cold there, dating two years back.

A sharp cracking noise sliced through the silence as the pressure finally became to much for the computer mouse.

Maybe something could be found in the city? Maybe someone knew him, and where he is now? There are no records of his death, or him leaving. No articles stating a disappearance of sorts.

Selena jumped up, stalking out the room intent on finding some answers, leaving behind the crushed mouse to sit idly on the desk.

It just stops here, on this last record... like he just stopped existing...

It was the name on said record that really did her in, and it came with a picture to boot... the name of Kagome's father...

And right there, a similar face stared eerily back at her, sending chills down her spine at the strike of realization...

Derrick Kyle

It was her father's name as well...

Selena growled softly under her breath as she glared at the other woman with the utmost fury. "You planted it, didn't you? You knew I would hack into your mainframe, and so you planted that information there."

Kagome stopped short, and barely dodged the demons claws as it swiped at her. Shippou darted in to distract the demon as Kagome just stared at her. "Did you just say you hacked into my computer?" she said slowly, incredulous.

Catwoman went on with her rant. "Just admit it!" she snarled. "There's no way we're related!"

Kagome could only continue to stare at her blankly. "You hacked into my mainframe?" she repeated, voice coated in disbelief. "You're serious? You actually did that?"

Shippou glanced at her, an eyebrow raised. Was that all she could say right now? The kitsune shook his head, snorting in amusement under his breath. Though to be honest, he couldn't believe the woman was actually able to do it either, and in one day to boot.

That wasn't a hit to the pride or anything...

Now he had to go back and figure out how she wormed her way through his masterpiece – he did personally design Kagome's security system after all.

Catwoman threw her arms up in in exasperation, when suddenly the demon attacked her instead, figuring her to be the weakest of them all.

Snarling in frustration, she jumped and spun away, skidding across the ground before launching herself at the thing. She flipped towards him, and once reaching him she kicked out in mid-flip.

The demon flew away, crashing into the concrete wall of the building.

Dusting herself off, Catwoman spun back to Kagome, continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened. "Yes, I hacked into computer! Now admit it – you planted that information!" she demanded.

Kagome looked at her slowly. "Yes," she deadpanned. "You caught me. I knew you were gonna hack into my computer, and therefore planted information, records, and evidence that linked us together. It was all a part of my master plan," she drawled out sarcastically. Kagome scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Paranoid much?"

"You think you two can take this somewhere else?" Shippou snarled in exasperation before Catwoman could retort. "You know, when we're not in the middle of a fight and therefore have some semblance of privacy?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

The two had the decency to look ashamed before nodding curtly.

More than twenty feet away, a male figure shrouded in the shadows watched the proceedings with intensity. His face was covered with a black mask, with peculiar bat-like ears on them.

Catwoman was somehow related to the Midnight Fox?

How... interesting...