730 days~ Batcat

Betrayal

"I think I found Selina." I stated, still watching her closely.

"You did!" She half choked, although she quickly repressed her shock and continued "see, I told you you would eventually."

"Well I didn't find her exactly... I think I saw her... and I think you did too." I squinted my eyes accusingly.

"When?" She whispered

"You know damn well when!" I yelled, jerking up from my chair and slamming my hand down onto the desk, causing her to flinch away from me.

"Bruce..." she began.

"No! She was there! In the warehouse! I saw her!" I shouted

"Listen." She countered, standing up and squaring up to me. " I don't know what you think you saw, but there was nobody else here at the warehouse, it was just me, and you."

"Don't lie to me!" I pressed, furious. She must have seen her! Seen where she went!

"Don't accuse me of anything! And I didn't my lie! It was just me and you! You were out cold the whole damn time how do you know what happened?! And I have no clue what this Selina girl even looks like, so don't you dare insinuate that I was dishonest!" She yelled venomously back.

"You're a thief! Dishonesty is your trademark! You lie to everyone!" I retorted, my resolve thinning a little.

"Never to you." She hissed, turning to leave. As she bolted away, my resolve crumbled completely and I sped after her, grabbing her shoulder and turning her back to me, my gaze falling to the floor.

"I'm sorry Cat. I didn't mean to... I..." I sighed, unsure of what to say.

I tensed, ready to receive a slap or a punch or a lecture. But when nothing came, I looked up at her to find her face conflicted.

"Listen Bruce." She started quietly, " I know you really want to find her. You guys clearly have a history. She clearly... means something to you." She swallowed deeply. "But Bruce, she wasn't there. I know it's frustrating, thinking you were so close, but she wasn't there."

"But.." I began, still absorbing her words.

"For gods sake Bruce you're in denial! Get it through your head! She. Wasn't. There." She snapped suddenly, slamming her hand onto the table. I looked up to her, her face displaying fury but her eyes clouded and confused.

"I can't believe I thought I actually found her." I sighed heavily, looking back to the floor. "Stupid." I muttered

"Hey, don't give up hope yet. The girls clearly a shadow. You shine a light on a shadow, it disappears. She doesn't want to be found. At least, not yet." She whispered, trying to comfort me.

"Doesn't mean we should give up." I uttered, surprised at my free use of 'we', almost as though we had been partners forever.

"Of course it doesn't, but it also doesn't mean we should attack the only people crazy enough to help us keep looking." She said quietly, placing her hands on my shoulders.

I looked up at her, making eye contact with her catlike irises.

"You're right. I'm sorry Cat. I'm so grateful for your help, truly I am." I smiled slightly

We remained like that for a moment, before she pulled back and nodded swiftly, shaking the moment.

"Now don't go going soft on me on the inside too Batsy." She laughed, prodding my injured shoulder lightly enough so that it didn't hurt.

"You calling me fragile?" I laughed back

"I prefer the term beatable." She chimed back, before waltzing over to the monitors and taking a seat in my chair.

I followed behind her, leaning on the back of the chair.

"I would offer the cripple the seat, but I think you need to build strength of character." She joked, rewinding and playing the footage on the many screens.

"As if you have enough manners for that anyway." I laughed, and she looked up at me with an unappreciative yet cheeky stare.

We hung out for the rest of the evening, flicking through footage from the pervious day, keeping our eyes peeled for fleeting shadows.

Selina pov

It was nearing 4 in the morning when I crept back into my chapel room, flicking off my boots and climbing into my makeshift bed. I curled up in to covers, removing my mask and weapons before hand. Sighing contently, I pulled the note from my jacket pocket and placed it on the side table beside me, followed by the small remote. I rolled back over, cuddling up in my quilts before staring at the damaged ceiling of my 'home'.

I chuckled at the comparison of this and Wayne manor, before turning back to the remote, picking it up, and twiddling it between my fingers. I traced my finger along the message, smiling at the subtle sincerity of it.

I continued to play with the tiny thing until I noticed something off. On the back of the remote, there was a pin sized hole, one that I don't recall spotting on Bruce's remote, even with my expert vision.

Confused, I grasped a switchblade off of my side table and pried open the back of the controller, placing the back into my lap.

Carefully, I inspected the wiring within the devise, not taking more than a few seconds to identify the issue. And by issue, I mean disgusting betrayal.

At the base of the controller, there was a small mic pack, along with a transmitter. I knew instantly what I had uncovered.

A wireless listening device.