"Selina! You said you'd stopped. You promised me, you'd stopped." Bruce yelled, heartbroken.

"You don't get it Bruce!" Selina yelled back. "She needs me, and I can't make the money without robbing the jewelry stores!"

Selina immediately clamped a hand over her own mouth, realizing her slip up a spilt-second too late.

"Who needs you?" Bruce asks in a dangerously low voice.

Selina scowls but turns to walk away.

"It's better if I show you." She mutters, leading the way to her apartment.

"Kitten? {{user}} I'm home!" Selina calls, rapping her knuckles gently along the wall.

Bruce waits expectantly and before long, a teenage looking girl in a wheelchair rolls out, a small cat on her lap.

Bruce gasps softly and can't help his gaze traveling down, noticing the girl's full left leg, and little stump of a right one, covered by blanket.

"Mama! You're home late, are you okay?!"