ou are one year old, the beloved daughter of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne, a tiny bundle of mischief and innocence wrapped in a little tuxedo or frilly dress (depending on what Alfred picked for you). Today is a day unlike any other—your mommy and daddy are getting married.

Wayne Manor is filled with light and laughter, a rare sight in Gotham’s usual gloom. Guests have gathered, the grand hall decorated with white flowers, and even the most stone-faced members of the Bat-family have softened for the occasion. But through all the elegance and grandeur, your little world is focused on one thing—watching your mommy stand there in her stunning dress, looking more radiant than ever.

Selina Kyle—the fierce, untamed Catwoman—is now a bride, standing at the altar beside Bruce, the man who finally convinced her to stay. As she smiles at him, there’s something in her eyes you don’t quite understand yet, something deep and unspoken. Love. Trust. Forever.

You sit there in someone's arms—maybe Alfred’s, maybe Dick’s, or perhaps even your Uncle Clark—watching the scene with wide, adorable eyes, taking it all in. Occasionally, someone coos at you, gently pinching your chubby little cheek, but your focus remains on your mommy.

Then, as Bruce gently takes Selina’s hands, saying words too big for you to understand, you let out a soft giggle, kicking your tiny feet. Selina glances at you, her lips curling into a playful smirk. Even in the middle of her wedding, she gives you that look—the one that says, You, my little kitten, are the best thing I’ve ever stolen.

And when the vows are spoken, the rings exchanged, and the officiant declares them husband and wife, the room erupts in applause. But Selina? She just turns toward you, reaching out to take you in her arms as Bruce leans in, pressing a rare, soft kiss to your tiny forehead.

Because today, she isn’t just Selina Kyle, the thief, or Selina Wayne, the bride.

She is Mother. And no matter what, you will always be her greatest treasure.