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[Cats]

"Sorry Bats, life in a cell just ain't my thing. I may face more danger out here, but at least I'm free. Free to run and safe my own neck, rather than be trapped by the same people who were supposed to protect me." I pull on my elbow, but his fist is still tightly wrapped around it. "Let me go..."

His voice is soft, "You know I can't do that."

I know he's breaking.

I draw closer to him. He doesn't move away. Always showing me this rigid front... I know there's more to him than this. There is a man under this mask, a thumping heart, a hurting child, disillusioned by the system... not too different from me. I lean over to whisper in his ear, "Let's not fight. You know you can't keep me here, and I know you don't want to. So why pretend?"

His reply comes quickly, "There's more to life than wants, Selina. Sometimes it's about doing the right thing."

A fire burns within, frustrated by his unrelenting attitude. Any other man would've succumbed by now. "Obviously your ideas of right differ from mine. Just about now, 'right' would be plain survival for me. So let me go!" I pull on my arm but he clutches tighter till it hurts. I finally stop struggling and gaze deeply at the man who holds me back. "You do know what this means, don't you?"

He nods slowly, albeit with a hint of sadness.

With that, I swing a leg straight at his face, knocking him backwards. Yet his hand is still clutching tightly and won't let go. He doesn't retaliate otherwise... strange. I whisk a hand at him that he ducks swiftly, and a foot that catches him square in the chest. And still that hand is around my elbow. I make a fist and am about to sock him in the face when he catches it in his palm. "ENOUGH!" he growls.

 

[Infinity9999x]

I starting to get angry. Just as I lean closer to her, a gunshot rings out and the force of what feels like a car at full speed hits me square in the back. I go flying forward and crash into one of the standing air vents.

I turn quickly, to see a tall well dressed man in a suit calmly loading a magnum.
"I thought I warned you people to stay away I growl,"

His head snaps back up with a mild look of surprise, "My, you are a hard one to kill aren't you? But you're mistaken," With catlike quickness he brings up his gun and fires off a round at Selina. I'm already moving. I leap in front of her and the round hits me in my already wounded shoulder from the Joker encounter. I grunt in pain, but force the distraction out of my mind. Still moving, I shove Selina behind an air vent, then turn towards our assailant.

"My name is Deadshot," the tall man says with a smile, "and I never miss."

 

[Cats]

I get chucked behind an air vent while shots ring out. I know the Bat's been hit. Probably won't last long... What to do? What to do? I glance around frantically - then it comes...

A voice over a loud hailer. "Put down your weapons. This is the police." A glaring light from a couple of squad cars blind us temporarily. And the guy who calls himself Deadshot begins shooting, perhaps attempting to hit the headlights. It's a good distraction, when both the police and our assassin is kept busy.

But as I think about slipping out of the air vent and heading further down the alley, Batman moves like lightning and pushes me further into the vent and drags his whole body in as well. I hear a gasp from his lips and know that the wounds he sustained are bad. I open my mouth to speak when thunder fills our ears... the thunder of a thousand bullets, bouncing off cars, walls... The headlights had been put out. I can't tell if Deadshot got hit, but there sure is a lot of shooting going on.

"Move on. Move on..." commands the Bats. And while I'm not keen on re-entering the police HQ, air vent or not, I guess there's not much of a choice now. As I begin to crawl further in, he drags himself with the strength of his better arm.

"Are you alright?" I ask. Batman did save my life, after all. He nods, but I return to prop him onto my back. He doesn't say a word. Then I heave, attempting to get us further into the vents while his feet propel us along.

We're deeper now, the gunfire has subsided. They're probably looking for us. I turn a bend, and am not quite sure where we are in relation to the building plans - but I think it'll take them a while to source us. I'm tired, so I drop him... that's some weight I had to bear. Will take a breather before continuing. He rolls over, panting as I am while I lean against the cold steel.

And then the weirdest thing happens... I begin to laugh. He turns to gaze at me curiously, probably thinking I've gone bonkers. "Dejavu Bats... dejavu."

 

[Infinity9999x]

"It does seem like we find ourselves in these situations quite a bit," I grunt in between breaths of air. I'm getting really tired of being shot.

"I'm sorry to break up the reunion..." the cold voice of the assasin speaks out, "but I really want Mr. Cash's money, and I'll be damned if some freak in a halloween costume keeps me from it."

I know I have a split second to react, and as I turn, I pull out a batarang and hurl it as fast as I can in the general direction of the hired gun. A growl of pain greets my ear and a bullet flys astray, zipping by my ear and into the vent behind me. I hear Selina gasp, out of the corner of my eye I see that the bullet glazed the top of her shoulder.

I dive forward, and collide with Deadshot. The tall man utters an oath and we both hit the cold metal beneath us. He tucks his legs underme and pushes off, sending me sumersaulting onto my back. Looks like he has some skills, it figures, Assasins train in everything now a days.

I don't give him any time to get back to his gun. My leg flies forward in a kick and nails him in the small of his back, and I use my other leg to trip him up at the same time. I jump forward and we grapple on the ground. In normal conditions, I'd be able to outmuscle him easily, but I've been shot twice, and the slick metal floor suits his less encumber body better then mine.

He slams his palm into my clavicle, and despite my armor the hit still takes the breath out of me, he follows up the blow with a hit to the temple. I roll with the strike to try to take some of the momentum out of it, but it still dazes me.

I fall backwards against the wall of the vent, Deadshot lunges forward with a punch, but I lift my forarm quickly and let him break his knuckles on my armored gauntlet. Deadshot lets out a howl of pain, and I grab his shirt collar and headbutt him hard in the nose. The assain growls in pain, and stumbles backwards.

Finally, the little bastard goes down. I walk towards him, but he surprises me, with he twists around quickly with a nife, and stabs it clear through the palm of my hand into the metal vent behind it.
"ARGHHH!" Note to self, armor your damn hands.

Deadshot wipes his bloody nose and lifts his handgun to my exposed chin.
"Playtime's over scary man."

 

[Cats]

"Not if I have anything to say about that!" I flick a foot beneath his handgun, tossing it into the air. It lands with a loud clang that I'm sure everyone's heard... if they haven't heard the scruffle that came before. Deadshot cusses at me as he scrambles for the gun. I know I can't reach it before he does, but I try moving towards him anyway. As I cross over the Bats, I feel him slip something into my hand. I take one glance at it, and realise it's pepper spray. This might work.

When Deadshot picks up his gun and prepares to fire it, he has a nasty surprise waiting for him just as he turns. A fine spray of eye-irritant. He screams and covers his eyes as a stray bullet goes off, hitting a screw in the vent and causing the entire metal flooring to sag. I whip a foot at his handgun again and once more it flies. Except this time he can't find it because he can't see clearly enough. He's slipping with the uneven flooring, and I get an idea.

The Batman is still welded to the vent, attempting to pull out the knife that holds him down. But he's weak now, his blood is seeping all over the floor... pooling where he lays. "I'll do it," I say, and with one firm stroke, I pull the knife out. Instinctively, he clutches his injured hand with the other one, rolling away quickly. And with the knife hold wielding, I plunge it into the weak metallic joint in the vent, causing a loud creaking sound. Deadshot pauses, unsure of what's going on. The guy still can't see. I plunge the knife again, and lever it, so it unhooks another screw. Then I let gravity do the rest as I dash away as quickly as I can. In a few seconds, that portion of the vent gives way, and Deadshot slips down into Police HQ. Hopefully into the hands of a cop, but I doubt we'd get that lucky.

 

[Infinity9999x]

I'm breathing hard and staggering a bit, damn that hurt. Selina comes over too check on me, but I shrug her off.

"I'll be fine, we need to figure out what to do with you." I look back over my shoulder at the sound of sirens.

"I suppose it might not be a great idea to keep you here....but...I can't let you go back out on the streets. I need you to testify." I shift my hand, trying to ease the pain.

"Any suggestions?"

 

[Cats]

"Damn this town!" I curse, thumping a fist onto my thigh, because I can't think of somewhere I can go devoid of people and their money craving eyes. Somewhere that I can finally get a good night's sleep. How did it get this bad? "We'd best get out of here first before the cops start looking for us." I suggest. I begin crawling, but I notice that he's not even able to move with his good hand now that it's been pierced. I shake my head with the thought that if I didn't turn around to see him there, he might've been stuck in the same spot for a while. Yet the guy won't call for help. "Come on... You have to move Bats..." I prop him onto my back again and drag him along. His feet aren't pushing much this time. Might need to drop him off at Ms Thompkin's place again. Least she did a good job the last time round. I wonder how I'd manage to do that tho, I don't have my car here. Surely be weird lugging a masked vigilante around town.

Then suddenly a hinge opens at the side of the vent, and the click of a gun resounds. Oh no.. not again! I turn around, and I see Lieutanent Gordon, holding up a gun. "Freeze and exit the vent slowly." I think about running, but I can't in this constrained space, not to mention I have a man on my back who's not exactly light. He told me to freeze, and I literally do, for quite a while. "Don't make me tell you twice, I am ready to use this gun."

"Damn this town!" I curse again, I know this is the end of the line. Slowly I get out of the vent as Gordon makes himself busy taking hold of Batman to lower him slowly. And I notice his gun is no longer aimed at me. It's strange also how he's alone. Might as well take the chance... "Take care of him!" I whisper as I run to open the door, but shut it again once I see the number of policemen out there.

Gordon laughs as he places Batman onto the floor. I hate him for his smugness. "There's no place to run miss, you're in a police station. You won't get 5 meters without bumping into another cop."

"Your cops are bent!" I say, still whispering, tho as harshly as I can. "They're in on the deal. They all want the cash for my head."

He looks thoughtful, rubbing his moustache. "You suspect Officer Rodney?"

"The guy who put me with Eunice?" he nods. "Yes," I say without hesistation. "And you too, for all that I trust! If you lay a hand on me I'll..." I brace myself to take him on. I don't know how Batman can trust him. He looks like any other cop - dirty, corrupted, big official bullies with badges.

But Gordon motions me to calm down, "Don't worry Ms Kyle, I'm not like the others. I give you my word. But I do need to take you in."

"I'm not going in there to be a sitting duck!"

Gordon rubs his moustache again, I see it's a little habit he has. It's slightly distracting. "Alright..." he says after a long while, "But this is an exceptional case," he warns "I'll agree to your not being in here if you can come back with me and stay at my place till your trial date. No foul play or I will have you in deeper soup than you know."

It's an unexpected offer, I'm curious, "How do I know I can trust you?"

"I'm letting you into my house, if anything I should be the one asking you that."

I shrug... good point. Might not be a bad idea actually. "What about him?" I point to the Bats, who had binded his wounded hand while we were talking. Blood is still soaking the cloth and seeping out of his gunshot wounds. My shoulder hurts some from the scrape, but I'm guessing he must be in ten times the pain I am.

 

[Infinity9999x]

"I'll be fine," I growl back as I wrap another bandage around my hand. Lazy, I'm getting too damn lazy, I can't let a little hack like that crazy gunman get the better of me.

"I need to get going," I reply, "do some...research. Be carefull Gordon, that assasain may still be in this building and....you might want to cut down the woman in cell 5..."

With that I turn and exit via the window. Luckily it's by a clump of bushes and I'm able to slip into them quickly enough that none of the cops outside see me. I press a small homing device, and my car zips around the corner. I get inside it as quickly as I can and set the autopiolet to Wayne manor. I dial up Alfred on my comm..

"Alfred....I hope you're still handy with your medcinal skills...I'm going to need a few eh....minor touchups."

"You know, with all the money you spent on that suit, you think it would protect you a bit better," Alfred replies.

"It's still in the testing stages. I don't really have the engery to talk, I'll see you in ten minutes." I shut the comm off and slump back in my chair. Damn do I hurt.

 

[Cats]

As we watch Batman slip outside, I point to the window, "So... do we go out the same way?"

Gordon laughs softly, "No Ms Kyle, we do this the proper way. You will be accounted for. And for the next few days, I will be your guardian."

"Bah..." I blurt, "Guardians... heck..."

But Gordon points a finger directly at me like a father disciplining a child, making me slightly uncomfortable. "No tricks, you hear me? You are binded with me or we will think about lengthening your sentence. Whether or not jail is a safe place for you."

"Okaaay..." I raise my hands to mock a surrender. "Yes Mister policeman." Boy does he need to lighten up or what? Figure I might try to be a good girl for the next few days.

Gordon gets me to stick out my hands and slaps handcuffs over them. I hate the feeling of cold steel against my wrists, but I'll just keep them on for aesthetic reasons. He'll probably get them off once we get to his place.

We step out of his office, and I can literally feel the room tense up. I expect that they'd found my replacement in my cell, probably not too happy about it. "The b****!" yells one of the cops, and the others look like they're having the same thought. Whoa... too much anger in one room. Not very healthy here.

"Calm down boys, we've got her now," says Gordon. "I heard the man in the suit that we found in the alleyway is somewhere in this building. Where is he now?"

The guys look at each other, then one with wispy brown hair reports, "Gone. He held on of our guys as a hostage and went out the front door. Some of us tried to follow, but lost sight of him shortly. We found our guy blindfolded and wandering the streets a few minutes ago. We've no idea where he went."

"What?" Gordon doesn't sound happy. "Did anyone think to set up some perimeter to hunt the guy down?"

"He's gone, Gordon... It's late, and we're tired. I think everyone here deserves a break." The other men agree. I'm surprised... never actually expected the GCPD to be this lazy. Had always pictured them busy with corruption and whatnot... anything but lazy.

"He shot at our men!" reminds Gordon. "Three cars are plugged full of bulletholes because of him. It's a miracle that no one was hurt!"

A tall black man walks over, he looks like an authority of some sort. Has a coat on instead of a typical uniform. "We will get replaced in the morning Gordon. This case is closed for tonight. Take her down to the cell now. We'll chain her up better this time."

My jaw drops, and I turn to Gordon to help me out here. I'm supposed to go with him, not back to a cell. "Sir, I was thinking to move her to safer quarters. That man in the coat out there was after her. Nearly did too."

The tall black man's eyes rest on the bleeding scrape on my shoulder, then continues, "Where do you intend to take her?"

"With me Commissioner. I'll keep her till her trial date." he drops to a whisper, "And it'll be good if we keep this under wraps too. I have reason to suspect foul play from within the GCPD."

The commissioner clears his throat and nods his head. "If you lose her, the weight will be upon your shoulders Gordon."

Gordon looks at me a little untrusting-like. I give him a sheepish smile, and shrug. "Alright then... Let's go Ms Kyle."

 

[Infinity9999x]

*cats just a little clarification, gordon while he was still being played actually was the black commisioner. The guy playing him wanted a new take on him. Not that it matters too much since no one's playing him but I just thought I'd tell you for continuity purposes*

I cringe a bit as Alfred sews my skin together. I'm bandaged in about thirty different places, and it feels like I'm being held together by a loose thread.

I stare around my cave in the bleak light. Bats flutter around the ceiling in the shadows, little rustling areas of black in the tones of grey.

"Do you think I can do this Alfred?" I ask after a moment. Alfred stops his work for a moment before responding.

"I'm not quite sure I understand your question sir."

"This," I say gesturing towards my costume on the floor beside me, "I'm trying to be like some sort of Superhero from the movies and...and I'm just a normal man." I sigh deeply, and my skin twitches unwillingly as Alfred sews up a particulary painful wound.

"Right now...a woman...Selina, she's in troubble. Johnny Cash and Rupert Thorne tried to have her killed. She's going to testify against them in court but the district attourney is going to need more evidence, and I know I'm the only one that could ever find that evidence. And Selina is in a huge amount of danger. Virtually every thug on the street is after her...I've tried to scare them away, and it's worked for some but....." I pause for a moment, staring off into the shadow

"....but I honestly don't know if I'll be able to keep her alive." I finish quietly.

Alfred remains silent for a moment, finishing up the last of my cuts, and tying up the stiches.

"Sir, I've known you all your life. I know you're not a superhero, but I can say that I've never met a more driven my in all of my time on this earth. Look at you now! You've sustained injuries that most men would be in the hospital for, yet you still press on, through sheer will. If anyone can help Ms. Kyle, it's going to be you."

A small smile plays upon my lips and I lay a hand on Alfred's shoulder,
"Thank you old friend....I just hope your right."

 

[Cats]

Yeah I've noticed that Infinity. But I have brought in another character - if you'll recognize as Commissioner Loeb, who is also a black man (like in BB). Although I imagine him to be taller than Gordon, and sorta 'hover' over the rest.
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I'm brought to a simple terrace house at 11pm - painted light brown, with dark green framings on the doors and windows. The lawn is well kept, with daisies growing in a corner of the small plot. I wonder then how Gordon manages to keep the time to maintain the daisies, what with his hectic schedule and all... "Nice place," I comment, a little off-handedly.

He nods his approval, "I live here with my daughter... it's simple, but it does the job."

"My my... I would've never have guessed that you had a kid, lieutanent."

Gordon smiles as he turns the key in the lock, and swings the door open to a simple home with beige colored sofas, khaki rugs, and its windows draped in greyish blinds. "Barbara!" he calls, and the voice of an adolescent calls back.

"Daddy!" She looks like she's not past 12. A little blue skirt and pigtails, Barbara runs into her father's arms. He swings her around a little and a warm hug. And I'm standing there watching... imagining if things were as good between me and my Dad, if I would still be the person I am. Makes me a little sad.

"Mister Gordon, ah you are back, finally," a plump spanish woman exits the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. She startles a little when she sees me.

Gordon realises he hasn't introduced me, plus I must look a little scary with the handcuffs still around my wrists. "Oh this is Ms Kyle, she will be staying with us for a while." Then he turns to me and introduces his house folk, "This little princess is Barbara, and that is Mrs Fernandes. She helps around the house when I'm not here."

"Daddy," says Barbara pointing to the cuffs, "Is Ms Kyle a criminal?'

He laughs a little uncomfortably. "Ms Kyle and me are playing a game. You can play too if you want Babs..." Mr Fernandes looks a little disgusted at the whole aspect of the lie and goes back into the kitchen.

But Barbara ignores him with the toss of her head, gets herself back on the ground and reaches out a hand to shake mine. "Hello Ms Kyle, nice to have you in our home."

I reach a little uncomfortably, but manage to take her soft hand in mine. "Hey Babs, thanks for the nice welcome." Then I turn to whisper to Gordon, "Are these really neccessary?"

He whispers back, "Yes. Until you give me a reason to trust you more."

A frown creases on my brow... it's not as I'd expected. But I guess it's that or sleeping in that cell again.

Ms Fernandes emerges from the kitchen with her handbag and waves goodbye to us, "Bye Mr Gordon, Babs... and... ermm..." she clears her thought, and slips past me like it bothers her to be around me even for a second. Sigh... such stigma.

"You can have the couch," he tells me, "I'll ready it for you." And he goes into the room to get some sheets, leaving me alone in the room with Barbara.

"The couch is comfy," assures Barbara, making me smile. She's a nice little girl, I'm starting to like her.

"Right now anywhere but the streets is comfy to me, Babs," I'm pretty honest with her, I surprise myself. She grins, and I wonder how much of all this she understands.

 

[Infinity9999x]

The night air feels cool against my face as I leap over the chasams of Gotham. My wounds are tight, but I have them bandaged, and I need to keep in shape. The events of the past day are spinning in my head.

I tried to find out information on the Deadshot individual, but I didn't get much more the the fact that he's a deadly assain with expert skill in almost any kind of trajectory weapon, which isn't that hard to figure out given his name.

My mind shifts to the task at hand, namely, finding evidence I can use against Johnny Cash. It's not going to be easy, but I have to if this case is going to stick. So the first place I'm headed is the warehouse....I just hope Cash hasn't had it burned down yet.

 

[Cats]

Sorry for the delay!
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I woke up today a little disoriented. Must say it's the first day I've slept well in quite a long time - didn't realise when Gordon removed the cuffs, but my hands are free now. I actually feel pretty good... except for my bandaged shoulder. But as I'm stretching, a towel hits me in the face.

"Wash up, have your breakfast. An officer is coming over to watch you," comes Gordon's gruff voice. I tuck the towel under my arm a little irritably. Gordon is sitting at the table, eating pancakes with Barbara opposite him and Mrs Fernandes washing the dishes at the sink.

"Good morning Ms Kyle," says Babs. And I give her a little wave as Gordon points me to the nearest bathroom. I walk in yawning, fill the tub with steaming water, then rest myself with a huge sigh. Ahh... luxuries...

I lay there a long while, thinking about Rupert Thorne, about Gordon, about the Bats, even think about my boss and Charlene. They probably figure I'm dead or something. Well, I almost was. Anyway by the way things have been going, I figure my job is gone now.

A thump comes on the door. "That's enough for you today Selina," says Gordon.

"Bah... can't a gal get a moment's peace?"

"Don't make me barge in to get you."

I start to rinse off my hair, "Okay okay!" And with a towel draped around me, I open the bathroom door.

"Aye-yaye-yaye!" cries out Ms Fernandes, covering her face as Gordon and a man in blue, seated on the couch turn to see me. Both men startle.

"Well hello..." I say to the new guy. He tries to reply but he's stammering. He finally decides to stand up and nod. I laugh... Men.... hmmmph...

 

[Kritish]

Robin raped by cat...

 

[Infinity9999x]

*no problem I've been pretty busy too. Mostly highschool drama stuff...ahh I wonder if I'll ever understand girls..."

I creep into the dark warehouse and glance around. Well, at least it's still standing, as to what I'll find....well that will be the hard part.

Broken crates and bullet holes perferate the walls and floor of the old building. I make my way over to the area where Cash had shoved Selina in a crate. That's my best bet if I'm going to find something.

The building's dark, but luckily the nightvision in my lenses aid me. I get lucky, I don't have to look very long at all. Not too far away is an empty syringe, I can see the dried liquid of the virus still inside it. The syringe must have been kicked away during the confusion. I'm surprised that Cash didn't think to come back here and clean up, or at least burn the warehouse down. He's getting sloppy.....but then again, he really doesn't have much to fear in this town. He thinks he's invincible, and that's going to be his downfall.

With a small grin I make my way back out into the night. At least one thing went right so far. Mr. Cash was pleasant enough to provide me with solid evidence of his crime, virus and fingerprints to boot.

 

[Cats]

ah... girl problems huh? I do admit we can be quite an enigma All the best with that.
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It had been a slow morning... I sorta sat around after Barbara left for school. Got shunned by Mrs Fernandes. Talked to the cop a little... his name is Bobby. Married with two kids - although by the way he looks at me, I would think that he wasn't married.

I strolled around the place a little, watered the plants, borrowed the Da Vinci Code from the bookshelf in the study (although I think I was not meant to enter there), read it a while then got bored. Realised after my 10th time around the house that they don't have a telly... I'm about to go outta my mind!

Bobby keeps himself busy by reading the papers and occasionally patrolling the exterior of the house. I don't know if anyone's coming for me. At least I hope not. But if they were to come, I hope they come now. All this waiting is drawing on my patience.

I hear a bus pull up outside, and kids screaming as Mrs Fernandes goes out to receive Barbara. School's over apparently.

And some kids start calling at her from the bus, over and over again, "Batty babs, batty babs!" Barbara turns around and doesn't seem too happy as the bus moves along, kicking up a bundle of dust. Mrs Fernandes urges her to come in for biscuits, and I greet her at the door. But all she does is dash past me, into her room and slam her bedroom door. I look quizzically at Mrs Fernandes who gives me a glare and walks away. I figure she won't be of much help, so I go over to Bab's room and knock on the door.

"Go away!" she says through the door a little quivery. Sounds like she's crying.

"Barbara, will you let me in? I just wanna talk," I have a certain way about men, but little girls... well I hope she will be persuaded the same way.

"I don't wanna talk!"

"It's those kids isn't it? I know they were being mean with the teases. I can relate to that. People think I'm a weirdo because of how much I love cats, but I think they're really cool."

After a little pause I hear her reply, "You like cats?"

"Yes! I have about seven at home. But I think several ran away recently. I'll have to go looking for them when I get back."

"Seven?!" the door pops open and Babs stands there, her face wet with tears. I bend down to wipe her cheeks.

"Yes, seven! I even gave each of them names. They're quite a happy bunch..."

"Wow!" She allows me into her room and we sit on her bed for a while.

"Now tell me why were those meanies calling you 'Batty Babs'?"

She fumbles with her fingers. "Because I believe that Batman is real and they don't."

I'm somewhat surprised to hear that they've been discussing the Bats in school. "What makes you believe he's real?"

She turns a disgusted gaze at me, "See, you don't believe it either!"

"Hey hey... who says I don't believe you?" she turns to me a little curiously, so I continue in a whisper, "In fact I've seen him with my own two eyes!"

"You have?!"

I nod, "I've spoken to him even..."

"What did he say?" I can see that she's excited, we might have a bat-fan here.

"Well, not much. He doesn't like to talk a lot. But he seems nice, not at all like the scary boogeyman costume he wears."

Barbara giggles. "How did you meet him?"

I ponder on this a while, there's a lot I don't wish to reveal to her. But it feels nice to cheer her up a little. "I met him when he saved my life. He's quite the hero, you know..."

Babs sighs, I'm guessing she must have a crush on the Bats. I wonder if her father knows... add to the fact that he interacts with the Bats every now and then. "I wish I could meet him too," she muses.

"Perhaps you will Babs... perhaps someday."