Son of Batman
"Well we atleast have to help her, I mean, what if she dies?" Terry said standing up.
"What if?" Dick asked cooly.
"Nightwing," Bruce interrupted, he wasn't used to calling Dick 'Nightwing' anymore, "I know you and Selina are at,.. odds, but we're not going to just leave her here,.."
The three of them turned around as Selina began to wake up.
"Where am I?" she asked with her eyes closed.
Batman walked back to the bedside and helped her sit-up.
Nightwing watched, a sour look on his face.
"Your still in the hotel." Terry answered.
Selina rubbed her forehead, "I feel like I fell of a building,.. Where's Caitlin?!"
She looked around the room frantically, then jumped off the bed.
Ignoring Nightwing, and Batman she began to climb out of the window.
"Selina," Batman said grabbing her arm, "Caitlin's not anywhere near here, and your in no position to,.."
"Where is she?!" she asked, pulling Batman's collar.
Batman looked away from her, "With the Joker."
"What?! Oh my God!" she said sinking to the floor.
"Jason's there, I know he'll protect her, you don't have any reason to worry."
"Except that my daughter is trapped somewhere in Gotham with that, that,... you know what he did, you know everything, and yet you want to tell me,.." Selina turned away from him, and for the first time noticing the rest.
"Hi." Nightwing said smiling cooly.
"What do you want?" Selina asked in return, obviously they still weren't on good terms after the last time.
"Um, excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but something really big just exploded outside." Emily said, pointing out the window.
Everyone rushed to look, Selina punched Bruce in the chest, "What the hell do you get out of this? Huh?" Selina shouted.
Bruce immeadiately shot a line out of the window onto the next building, and was out of the window.
"Ladies first." Nightwing said, sympathysing with Selina's predicament.
"What the hell was that?" Caitlin asked.
"That was just our fireworks, aren't they a beaute?" Smiley asked cheerfully.
"I wouldn't know." Caitlin answered flatly.
Smiley got up and walked around the room, pretend tight-roping in-front of the door, she noticed the D-Destovel that Jason had thrown.
Smiling wickedly, she picked it up.
Turned around, and fired, grazing Caitlin's arm.
Striking the mirrored wall, the pieces exploded forward.
"What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?"-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Maybe we need a war...it may be the last of the tonics."-- Norman Mailer, 1966
'Why of the sheep do you not learn peace?'
'Because I don't want you to shear my fleece.'-- An Answer To The Parson, William Blake