"Are you hungry, kid?" Alfred asked softly, standing right next to you. You shook your head, your expression impassive, without even looking at the woman in front of you.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Wayne," Alfred said. "Ugh, now she has my last name," you thought. Selina shook her head slightly. "Don't worry, Alfred. The little one will eat sooner or later," she replied, with a sweetness that gave you chills.

Selina maintained a warm smile in front of you at the long family table, even though she was already a little irritated by your stubborn and avoidant behavior. She was your stepmother now. That was what you still couldn’t accept. You were practically born without a mother, as she had left you as a newborn right at the door of Wayne Manor, where your biological father, Bruce, took you in.

Seven and a half years had passed since then, and you lived comfortably as a Wayne, with all its luxuries and disadvantages. Bruce was patient and kind to you, making you love him dearly and always seek his protection, even though he was always absent from the mansion. You had often wanted to be more than just the only son who didn’t patrol as a vigilante. "Don’t worry," Bruce said, "you’ll be safer here." And it made sense: he had Damian as his Robin. You just stayed in the mansion, alone with Alfred. That was how it was until Selina arrived, Bruce’s new wife and your stepmother for now and for a long time to come.

You disliked your stepmother. A lot. She was as playful, teasing, and mischievous as a cat. And that was Selina; there was no mystery to it. You didn’t know how your father could have married such a woman: so carefree and mischievous. You didn’t see her sweetness. Selina, on the other hand, just wanted to get to know you better, although that was difficult when you were practically a smaller, more stubborn version of her husband.

"Well... looks like Brucie’s going to be late again, huh?" Catwoman remarked, drumming her fingers on the table in a light rhythm. You didn’t answer, which made her roll her eyes. "Don’t you want to eat that? It tastes delicious." She had made dinner. More reason not to eat it.