The silence of the empty church was comforting to Maggy Kyle. She watched the candle lights swaying, casting large shadows of the aisles and her hooded face across the black walls. She let out a deep breath, she was at peace within these walls being overlooked by God, by Jesus. It calmed the storms of her heart.

And then the candles flickered for a brief moment. And then she heard her voice.

“I know you don’t want to hear from me,” Selina said, sitting in the aisle behind her. Despite that, her shadow was still far from hers.

“What gave that away?” Maggy said, her tone much harsher than she intended.

Selina paused and then sighed. “Look I’m close to finding answers. About mum, about who our father is.”

“Still on that again, huh?” Maggy said. “Still holding on to that obsession.”

“I…” Selina paused. “Don’t you want answers too?”

“It’d be good to know,” Maggy said. “But I’m not obsessed about it and that’s your problem. That’s always been your problem. While I was starving, while I got beat up, the both of us got beat up you were off searching for answers like that’s all that mattered to. Stealing your way around life in a desperate attempt to be special, never accepting the lot we were dealt with.”

“That’s not true!” Selina got up. “I stole for you. I tried to get us both a better life.”

“I never wanted that Selina,” Maggy said. “I just wanted a sister!”

Selina slumped back onto her seat. She had her hand over her forehead.

“I was there when our father,” Maggy scoffed. “The one who you say isn’t our real father. I was there when he died, I attended his funeral. Where were you, Selina? Where the hell were you?”

“I…”

“Don’t say you’re sorry, Selina,” Maggy said. “Try as I might I can never forgive you. All I can offer is advice. Stop this path of obsession, of searching for answers. It will only lead to ruin and you’ll lose something important to you.”

By the time she finished, Selina was gone and the fires of the candles swayed calmly.

…

“The blood samples you gave me matched with one of the children the GCPD caught in the museum,” Bruce said to Jason and Peter.

“What does that mean?” Peter asked.

“Judging by the location of the blood sample,” Bruce said. “The child was shot. Killed.”

“Jesus,” Peter said, feeling a knot in his stomach. Those kids were around his age. To be killed so young.

“It’s safe to assume it was a cover up,” Bruce said. “An attempt to keep the activities of a certain organisation covered up.”

“They were two thieves who managed to get away,” Jason said. “Both of them were girls, around Peter’s age.”

A look of realisation flashed across Bruce’s face. “It would seem these children were being tested, put through a trial and those that weren’t deemed to be worthy were put down. I know of one organisation that does something like this.”

Bruce’s gauntlet flashed. “I have an appointment. Jason, Parker, look into the Cat syndicate. The files are on the computer.”

Bruce placed his cowl and hopped into the Batmobile.

“Alright Peter,” Jason said, turning to face Peter. “Let’s look into the syn... Wait what are you doing?” 

As the Batmobile drifted off, Peter put on his Spider-Man mask. “Jason. Look into the Cat syndicate. I have something I need to do.”

“Wait, what?” Jason said. “What’s the problem? What’s going on?”

“See you around Jase,” Peter said. “Tell me what you find.”

Peter dashed out of the cave.

“Peter!”

But Peter had already disappeared.

“God dammit!” Jason cursed. Who was going to help him with the computer now?