𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂 | 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 (𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢)

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰

"Hey, detective. Miss me?" Selina smirked. The last time they'd seen each other... Well, she and Eularia had escaped from the cuffs they were in. Living on the street for years gave them some skills your normal rich kid wouldn't have.

"What, are you gonna latch us onto a metal pole or something?" She crossed her arms. "Again?"

"No. You're coming with me."

The car ride felt like it flew by. They approached an apartment. The silence in the elevator was awkward, with Selina and Eularia exchanging cautious glances.

"Barbara?" Gordon called out.

"Sweet crib." Selina mused.

"You must be one rich cop." Eularia agreed. "Didn't know being an officer was this much of a high paying job."

"It's my girlfriend's place." Gordon responded.

"Then where is she?" Eularia asked.

"I don't know..." Gordon looked around. "Barbara!"

"So, what? We get to stay here alone?" Selina sounded too excited. They haven't trashed a house in a while.

"I'm kinda hungry." Eularia mumbled. "Do you have any extra food that I could have? Fruits or something?" Gordon couldn't hear her, reading the note in his hand. The handwriting was neat, scribbles clear. His phone suddenly started ringing. Gordon walked to the next room, taking the call.

"This is Gordon." Selina looked at Eularia, nodding and silently grabbing the note. The curiosity was killing them both. Eularia began tearing up, sniffling. She felt terrible for Gordon, a man who was too good for Gotham. Selina nudged her friend.

"You good?" She asked, worried. Eularia had always been emotional (or, in Selina's mind, over-emotional).

"Sounds like your girlfriend isn't coming back, huh?" Selina sat down by the bed, an arm slung around Eularia's shoulders. "Why is she worried about Falcone?"

"None of your business." Gordon snapped.

"What happens now? You gonna get the charges dropped?" Selina questioned, crossing her legs.

"I will, but you're my only witnesses to the Wayne murders." Gordon reasoned.

"You gonna cuff us to a drainpipe again?" Selina scoffed, motioning to the red circles around Eularia's wrist from the friction against the handcuffs.

"I'm not gonna hold you against your will. GCPD, juvie, you'd break out." Gordon told her. "And you'll bring Eularia with you."

"Obviously." Selina rolled her eyes. "So we do get to stay here."

"No. I have someplace else in mind."

At the Wayne manor...

"They said this is the man who killed your parents." Gordon held out the sheet of paper for Bruce to see. "They said that they both saw his face. Do you recognize him, Bruce?"
"No." He said. "What are their names?"

"Selina Kyle, and–"
"And who?" Bruce pressed. "Who is the other one?"

"Eularia Nephus." His head shot up so fast, Bruce could've sworn that he got a whiplash from the hair over his eyes. He swept it to one side.

"Lara..." Bruce muttered.

"Do you believe her, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked. "This is her, isn't it? The girl you were looking for? She was there that day?"

"Yes." His voice was breathy. "Yes, that's her. I believe her. She was there. I'm sure that she was there."

"So they saw everything? And you want them to live here with us, do you?" Alfred guessed. "Common street criminal."