“You’re late,” Selina said, arms crossed and fingers tapping her elbows.

“I was out with friends,” Felicia lied, avoiding Selina’s eyes.

“Doesn’t explain the bruises on your face.”

Felicia paused. Robin did manage to land a few good punches in. She took a few small steps to her mirror and noticed small bruises on her face…

“I can…”

“Zip it,” Selina said, uncrossing her arms. “Come to the kitchen. I’ll patch you up.”

Felicia sat right next to Selina as she dabbed a cotton swab over her bruises, causing her to hiss in pain.

“How are you so good with this?” Felicia asked.

“I’ve had some experience with bruises,” Selina said. Felicia almost wanted to sigh. Another vague statement she wouldn’t elaborate on.

“Now tell me,” Selina said. “Where have you been? Where’d you get the bruises?”

“I was out,” Felicia said. “With friends.”

“And you didn’t think to call and tell me you’re late?” Selina asked.

“I…” Felicia said and realising she was running out of excuses, stopped and sighed. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“And what about the bruises?”

“Some drunk guy in a colourful outfit,” Felicia said. “He got a few punches in. I dealt with him.”

Selina sighed. “You know how dangerous this city gets at night. You shouldn’t…”

“I know,” Felicia said. “But I can handle myself. You taught me how to…”

“I’m not mad that you went out,” Selina said. “I’m mad that you didn’t tell me. You can go out with friends and go drinking or whatever but what if something happens to you and I’m not there to help? I tell you when I’ll be out, don’t I?”

Felicia nodded. “Yeah.”

“No more secrets okay?” Selina said, placing a plaster on a scratch on her face. “Promise.”

Felicia smiled. “Promise.”

“Good,” Selina said. “Now get some rest, Kitten. Don’t forget you have school tomorrow.”

Felicia groaned. “You had to remind me, didn’t you?”

…

“You let them get away!” Bruce growled.

“They were crafty,” Jason said. “I saw their tricks coming from a mile away but he…”

Peter flicked him behind the ear. “Don’t put the blame on me or did you forget that girl stole your grappling hook?”

“She what?” Bruce turned to Jason. Jason looked away. “Jason is that true.”

“It is but…”

“No buts,” Bruce said. “It seemed I made the wrong decision. Making you Robin.”

“It’s not my fault I…”

“All that training and you guys couldn’t even catch two petty thieves,” Bruce said.

“We managed to round up most of them,” Peter said. He jumped down and stared Bruce in his eyes. “Besides, Mr. Perfect stop acting as if you haven’t let criminals get away too.”

Bruce grumbled, glowering at Peter.

Bruce stepped down. “Either way, I contacted Gordon and there’s no information about those thieves’ you guys caught. You said they were…”

“They were teenagers,” Peter said. “Most of them around my age.”

“None of the precincts around Gotham recorded an arrest of any minors involved in the Egg incident,” Bruce said. “And no Juvenile Detention Centre has any inmates recorded.”

“But we rounded them up,” Jason said. “I was there with him. Me and Peter…”

Bruce raised a hand to stop him. “I’m not doubting you. So, unless they managed to escape…”

“That’s impossible,” Peter said. “Your giant computer would have heard something by now.”

“So, unless those kids are really good at hiding,” Bruce said. “And judging by the fact that they were captured by the both of you, I doubt that. That must mean…”

“Someone’s trying to hide something,” Peter said.

Bruce nodded. “Yes. And it’s up to the both of you to find out.”

“Why don’t you do it?” Jason said with a sulking voice. “Since you regret making me Robin so much?”

“Because the both of you have been very disappointing,” Bruce said. “And I expect you to make amends for your bad performance.”

…

She got the text at lunch time.

I found it.

Holly started typing something down, a few seconds later Holly sent her the co-ordinates location of their next meeting with the Cat.

We’ll meet after school. Felicia texted back. I’ll see you at the bus station.

Holly sent back a thumbs up emoji. Felicia put her phone back and walked towards the lunch line when she was stopped by Peter.

“Hey Felicity,” Peter said. “Sorry to stop you like this.”

Felicia put on her best smile. “What’s up?”

“Well, you see,” Peter said. “Yesterday something of mine went missing in my locker. I think it was stolen. I was wondering if you saw anybody by the locker when you were there.”

“Nope,” Felicia said. She looked over at the lunch line, feigning concern. “The potato salad is almost done and…”

“Yeah sorry to keep you,” Peter said. “Just let me know if you find out anything.”

Felicia smiled. “I will.”

She let out a sigh of relief when Peter went back to his lunch table, cursing herself for being clumsy.