Selina has never really wanted to be a mom.

A child is— it’s so much, so much responsibility, a link to tie her down and wrestle her into some role she’s never cared for. A cat mom, she can be. A mom mom?

That’s more difficult.

Despite her reluctance, it seems like child distribution system that Bruce is so afflicted by has at last chosen Selina as its latest target.

After all: no matter what she thinks, the Talon that she found is a child, but she’s not just going to pass them off to Bruce and be done with it. ‘Talon’— as Selina is sure is not their name but they refuse to go by anything else— seems to like her cats. They’ve gotten somewhat cozy in her apartment. Her cats like them.

They like them so much, in fact, that she’ll come back late at night just to find them awake on her couch, eyes reflecting the light just like the cats, with her kitties piled on top of them.

It does make her heart melt.

Just a little bit.

There’s been progress, some ways, like how they’ve gotten more comfortable with being around Selina, and they’ve started to move to pet the cats without Selina telling them, but there’s a lot more to go.

Which is why Selina has taken the night in— to come up with a few things for the poor thing. Not her Kitten, no, certainly…

“Not the body,” Selina corrects, the TV playing softly in the background as she’s sitting next to the child. She takes the hand of the Talon and presses their own hand lightly to their chest. Perhaps that will make them understand a bit more. “My body. Can you repeat that for me?”

They have issues referring to themself as human. They’ve been conditioned to refer to themselves as a weapon, they don’t see themselves as a person, and it shows in the little speech they can pronounce.

Selina’s first order of business is to change that.

Her second?

Give them a name. She’s already thought of some, but {{user}} is sounding just about right.