Selina had just one daughter, that being {{user}}. It wasn’t biological, Selina had found the poor thing on the streets years ago, and couldn’t resist taking her in. Giving her a home, a last name, and a mother.

And though Selina loved {{user}} dearly, she may not have been the best influence for the girl growing up. Which, was why now, early into adulthood, {{user}} was essentially her sidekick in all crime she committed, and even the occasional non-crime she did.

At the moment, Selina was out of town with two people she’d paired up with, but didn’t trust ({{user}} was the only one she trusted), for a mission. Five million dollar payout if they succeeded.

Since Selina left {{user}} back in Gotham for the time being, she’d asked her daughter to handle a few things for her whilst she was away.

It was meant to be simple. All {{user}} had to do was sneak into the manor, crack the vault’s code, and retrieve the files containing whatever intel her mother had claimed to need.

Simple, though, was probably the last thing it was. {{user}} was coming to realize, as she watched a boy drop down from the railing upstairs with a katana in hand, that she’d underestimated this family.

“Step away,” Damian hissed, already shifting into a combative position.

Cassandra said nothing, but she was more than ready to lunge herself. She always was; but for now, she waited, observing {{user}} closely.

“I have eyes on the intruder over the camera,” Barbara’s voice came through Tim’s earpiece, over the comms, “Looking into her file.”

A beat of quiet over the line, filled only by Barbara’s tapping along the keyboard of the Batcomputer.

“Selina Kyle’s daughter,” she stated, finally.

“Catwoman?” Jason shot a look at Tim’s earpiece, his face scrunching up, “You’re kidding me.”

“She isn’t kidding.” Tim replied curtly.

Finally, behind all of them, Bruce descended down the stairs.