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Selina's senses sharpened as the adrenaline rushed through her. It was like she could feel Bruce's shadow over her from time to time. She knew she couldn't hit anyplace with two much open space, that would be to risky. Her eyes looked up, no Bruce in sight, and it was dark down here. Sucking in a deep breath, Selina pushed herself into the darkest part of the alley, the cat statue concealed against the wall of a building and the trash cans in the corner. She held as still as she could and prayed Bruce didn't see her.

Selina heared the gun shots as well, but she knew Bruce could handle it. And Bruce would handle it, fast and efficent as always. Selina knew she didn't have a lot of time to get out of there before he started looking for her at her known hideouts, but she wasn't headed to a base. Selina moved, more quietly now as she made her way to an old house, boarded up and worn down. She yanked the boards off a lower level window, making a hole large enough for her to squeeze through. She sighed and plopped down on the floor beside the window she'd used as her way in. She pulled the statue from its safe place on her belt and looked at it. With the money she got from this, she could have got a high grade hacker to give her a new identity, she could have left Gotham, maybe even the states. She could have kept Helena. Selian gritted her teeth as she removed her goggles and wiped away the tears that burned in her eyes. It had been a little less then 3 years since Bruce had helped her hide her daughter's identity and find a family she would be safe with. No more villains trying to kill her to get back at Selina, it still hurt to think about her. But it would have been selfish and dangerous to keep her. "Danm it," Selina choked out, sliding her goggles back down.

Selina pushed herself up, and made her way through the house until she found the door. It took a little effort but she managed to force it open. Weaving her way through the streets of the East End, she eventually made it to the "pawn shop" which she most offten sold her "happened by" valubles. The sale was quick and affective, and the money was decent. She fingered the bills, counting absentmindedly. She paused as she walked by the clinic she knew belonged to Leslie Thompkins. A friend of Bruce's and also a friend to the East End's impoverished population. Some of the people she treated were repeat offenders, some were drug addicts, but she always took them in. She had a very strict 'No Violence' policy which Selina knew some of Gotham's less crazed criminals even respected. Selina bit her lip and thought it over, maybe Leslie would be getting a donation from someone besides Bruce Wayne for a change. Selina folded the money up and made her way back to her 'house'. She hid the money under her floorboards and undressed. As at home as she felt in her Catwoman get-up, nothing beat a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, and of course, her matress which lay on the hardly furbished floor. Selina fell onto the matress, closed her eyes, and attempted to sleep.

Every muscle in Selina's body tensed. Danm it, he found me, she thought, opening one eye slowly. She couldn't see him, or hear him. But she could deffinately feel him. She held still, but her eyes were moving around the room. She frowned and shivered, Bruce wasn't the only person watcing her.

Selina was up and moving the second she'd heared the claws. She spat an array of curse words as she changed as quickly(if not haphazardly) into her costume. Yanking up one of her floorboards she snatched the money as quickly as she could and fled, not bothering to pick up anything else. She wouldn't be coming back here for a while any ways. Selina picked a route which was always the most surprising choice of exit in her line of work, the front door. Deciding it would be a good idea to take to rooftops this time, she climbed the wall nearest to here, her figure obscured by the rest of the building.

On the other building, Selina was doing the same. Her muscular arms managing to pull herself up faster then her would-be killer, she rolled onto the roof. But was unable to make herself go any further. She knew Bruce had found her and was watching her closely when the catman had attacked, and she was, dare she even think it? She was worried about him.

Selina jerked herself away from the fighting, muttering to herself. "Since when do you have a conscience?" she spat at herself, struggling to move. But she felt as if her feet where frozen to that spot, unable to remove themselves from the situation.