“I didn’t sign up for this,” Turk said, looking back at the empty streets behind. He clutched his head. “I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t sign up…”

“Can you shut up?” growled the driver. “I’ve had it with your whining.”

“But Batman,” Turk said, crying. “I don’t want to deal with the Batman. Do you want to deal with the Batman, Josh?”

The man sitting next to him grumbled and said “If you don’t shut up about him, we’ll throw you out for him to catch.”

The car screeched through the streets taking harsh turns that made Turk and his men bounce around like they were in a rattle.

“Think I saw something,” Josh said. “Something up on the roof.”

“He’s gonna get us,” Turk whimpered. “He’s gonna get us.”

“Will you shut up?” the drive snapped. “You sure it ain’t the wind or something?”

“Could be,” Josh said. “Or something on the billboards, you never know…”

With a thunk, Catwoman landed on the hood, her claws digging into the metal surface.

“Hello boys.”  

“Fire!”

The thug sitting up front pulled out his gun and shot through the windscreen, glass shattered all over. Catwoman removed her claws from the hood of the car, dodging each bullet by a narrow margin.

The thug ran out of ammo. Catwoman reached for him…

“JOSH!”

Everybody ducked as Josh fired the machine gun through the empty windshield. The car swerved violently as the bullets mowed through what was left of the windshield.

“Is she dead?” Turk asked, the ringing from the gunfire still drumming in his ears.

“No,” Catwoman said.

Behind them the glass cracked, Josh was pulled out of the car. The man in the passenger seat fired but Catwoman dodged landing on a roof.

“You’re all so predictable,” Catwoman said. Bullets fired upwards, the roof looked like cheese.

The guy in the passenger seat reloaded his gun but before he did, Catwoman was on the hood. She dodged the bullet and pulled out the driver, tossing him out of the car. Catwoman smiled and waved at Turk before she pulled out a grappling hook and left flew out of the vehicle.

The car swerved violently. Turk and the man up front lurched and bounded around the car like they were rubber balls until they crashed into a building.

Turk had to pull himself out of the car, pistol in hand. He stumbled as he tried to get up trying to think of how he was going to explain how he screwed up to Falcone. But it seems he wouldn’t have to explain.

“Hello, Turk,” Catwoman said.

Turk fired his gun at her but Catwoman dodged. Before he could even fire again Catwoman had him pinned to the floor with her hands around his throat. In normal circumstances Turk might’ve liked that. This wasn’t normal circumstances.

Catwoman smiled. “You’re going to have to do a lot of explaining to me and my friend here.”

Turk saw a pair of heavy black boots to his right and almost started to cry.

…

Hearing about her father made whatever defences Felicia had up go down. “What happened to my father? Where is he?”

The Cat was silent.

“Tell me,” Felicia shouted, getting up from her chair.

The Cat took out his hat. “He searched everywhere for you. You were the light of his life and when he couldn’t find you…”

The Cat sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We found him hanging from a rope in his room.”

Felicia’s legs felt weak, she found herself stumbling onto her chair.

“I…” Felicia could feel tears in her eyes. “What was… What was his name?”

The Cat sighed. “Walter Hardy was a good man and an excellent thief, much like his daughter.”

Felicia felt the tears fall down her cheeks. She didn’t know what she was crying for. Was it her dead father or the life that was stolen away from her?

“I need to go,” Felicia said. “I…”

“I know,” The Cat said. “I can’t imagine what you must be going through.”

She walked through the hallways of the manor, her entire body feeling like lead. She thought about her childhood being stolen away, she thought about her mixed feelings about Selina. Crappy Italian food for lunch and sometimes dinner, watching shitty TV shows late at night with the cats. Going clothes shopping at fancy stores with whatever money they could scrap by. It made her wonder why? Why was her childhood stolen away? Was it really stolen away when they had such happy memories together?

She bumped into Holly wearing a swimsuit in the hallways. “Felicia you should check out the pool its…” she stopped when she saw the expression on Felicia’s face. Water was dripping down her hair. “What’s wrong? Did that asshole do something to you?”

Felicia sighed. “No. No. It’s just…”

(Why would she steal her away from her father?)

“I have to have a talk with my sister.”