I know you wondered why I stole from you. Often. And repeatedly. When there were others who were just as deserving. I used your money to buy my way into society. Into a new "Selina Kyle." I took what I needed to make a life that I deserved. But, you never knew why. No one does. I spent six months in Italy trying to find a piece of paper to prove what I knew was true. There was nothing. I know you are my real father, but I can never prove it. My history is empty as this grave. So this is goodbye, we never spoke much when you were alive, so I don't see much reason now.
warren_sparta27 said:is this expolred further in Catwoman: When in Rome?