The night she found out was the night Selina wasn’t at home. Felicia scoffed. She was probably out working like she said she was. Hard at work, stealing children and killing fathers.

When Selina didn’t make it in the morning, Felicia figured she might as well go to school. Holly texted her saying that the Cat would give them their next mission soon and she had nothing better to do.

It was at school and after school that something weird happened.

Peter Parker approached her with a pale look on his face. He looked at Felicia as if she was someone who had just died.

“Hey, Felicity,” Peter said. “Hi… uh…”

“Look I’m not free this afternoon,” Felicia said. “Or any afternoon for that matter. No dates.”

Peter frowned. “No, it’s not that… it’s…” Peter looked away and back at her. “What am I doing?” he mumbled to himself.

“Look it’s nothing,” Peter said. “Talk to you some other time, okay?”

“Okay,” Felicia said, looking at him confused.

For the rest of the day, she saw Peter staring at her with a worried expression on his face, as if he recognised her somewhere. She wanted to ask him about it but her mind was on Selina, wondering just what she was going to say to her when she saw her later today.

…

Selina Kyle returned to her old apartment after a long night and half a day out, bruised and exhausted she wanted nothing more than to curl up on a couch with Felicia and watch some old DVDs they must have had lying around.

When she entered the house, Selina stretched and saw that Felicia was already back from school. “I’m back, kitten. Mind the bruises, I had a rough day at work.”

Felicia was awfully silent. Selina wondered why. She walked to the living room and Felicia was sitting on the couch with something draped over her lap.

“What’s up, kitten?” Selina asked. “Why are you so quiet?”

Felicia turned around holding a mask in her hands and the grey silted dress that was once her first Catwoman costume. “Why don’t you tell me about that, Catwoman?” Felicia said, the venom in her green eyes being something Selina hadn’t seen before.

Selina figured there was no point in lying to her. “I… I should’ve known you’d find out. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…”

“Oh, no,” Felicia said with a bitter laugh. “I don’t care about you being Catwoman, hypocritical as that may be. No, you lied to me, didn’t you about my dad, about everything?”

“Lied to you?” Selina said, genuinely confused. “What… what are you talking about?”

“You told me I was abandoned,” Felicia said, tears in her eyes. “You told me you found me out in the streets but that wasn’t the truth, was it? I… I wasn’t abandoned. I had a father and you took me away from him!”

“I…” Selina was quiet. “Look, there’s a lot you don’t know.”

“The Cat was my father,” Felicia said. “And now he’s dead!”

“He’s…” Selina said. “I didn’t…”

“I don’t care that you took me away,” Felicia said. “I don’t care that you told me not to steal even though this…” She threw the old Catwoman outfit to the floor. “Makes you look like a hypocrite. No, I don’t care about that.”

Tears started trickling down Felicia’s face. “You lied to me. You were my sister and you lied to me and I don’t think I can trust you anymore.”

Felicia turned back, walking to the window. Selina clenched her fist. She wanted to fight, she wanted to beg Felicia to stay but deep down she knew she didn’t have the right.

Felicia was about to step out of the window when Selina stopped her.

Don’t go, she wanted to say. Please stay.

“Don’t trust him,” Selina said. “I don’t have the right to say anything more but don’t trust The Cat.”

Felicia leapt out of the window, whether or not she believed Selina, she didn’t know. When she was sure Felicia had disappeared, Selina collapsed on her knees, a sobbing, shaking mess.

…

The Cat wants us to meet someone.

She got a text from Holly, raindrops bouncing off her hoody.  She was sitting by a bus stop, the only source of light in the dark rainy night.

I’ll be there.

Felicia followed the road, the puddles reflecting the neon lights of Gotham and finally stood by the door of the mansion.

Out of her hoody, she stood in front of the office door alongside Holly.

“God I’m so excited,” Holly said, so caught up in her she didn’t notice Felicia’s bad mood. “I wonder what our next mission is going to be. I wanna know if we’re finally going to get paid.”

Felicia offered her a half-hearted smile.

“Shit you don’t look so good,” Holly said. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been…”

Felicia wiped her eyes. “I had a falling out with somebody.”

Holly placed a reassuring shoulder on Felicia’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”

Felicia sniffed. “I hope so.”

The Cat opened the door with a wrinkled smile on his face. “Come in.”

Felicia and Holly stepped into the fancy office. Expensive shelves lined the walls and grand, expensive paintings were placed on all four walls. There was a shiny oak table in the centre with throne like chairs on each side of the table. Sitting on one of those chairs was a man Felicia couldn’t make out the face off holding, tapping his fingers against the handle and holding a cigar.

“That’s our client,” The Cat said. “These are the girls I was telling you about.”

The man got up from his chair and Felicia and Holly only had to be living in a cave to know who the person standing in front of them was.

“Pretty looking girls, aren’t you?” Carmine Falcone said. “It’s a pleasure to be working with you, Ms. Hardy, Holly.”