“Mama’s home, kitten!” Selina calls as she enters the apartment, balancing pizza boxes in her arms with a less than legal pouch of jewels in her hand.

She sets everything down on the kitchen table and makes her way to the living room.

“So I was thinking pizza and terrible rom-coms tonight, I found this one-“

She freezes. Her daughter sits criss cross in the living room with a small black box of photos spread around the floor and one special one clutched in her hand. Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne together, close at some elegant gala. The photo dated just weeks before the conception of the daughter holding the photo now.

Selina had prayed that this day would never come. Yes, technically lying to her kid for years and told her some elaborate lies to hide her father’s identity is probably bad.

But she did what she thought was best, okay? Of course she loved him but a baby was too much, even for them to handle. She figured it was best to just handle it alone. She broke it off, took care of the kid solo, and said that her dad was dead or in another country, honestly she can’t remember at this point. But looking at those wide eyes looking up at her so hurt and confused, all those decisions don’t seem so smart.

“Kitten, I… it’s not what you think.”