Five very calm and non-exciting days pass, and Faye still continues to stray out of Bruce and Alfred's daily life.

She joins them for meals and any free time that they spend in the library during the evening. The butler has gotten Faye to at least start eating more carbs such as crackers and bread. The plain taste is easy to get through and can satisfy her hunger, but her appetite is still lost somewhere in her body. Sometimes Alfred and Bruce talk at meal times about great amounts of stuff that happens, but Faye never sees it. People coming and going from the house, intruders, and so much more that Faye can only raise an eyebrow to.

"Someone broke into this place?" She asks with concern, her eyes shooting between the two men.

"Don't worry, Miss Faye. It's a," Alfred hesitated, a slight twitch in his eye before continuing, "companion of Master Bruce's." Bruce put the glass of water he was sipping on down and glanced at Faye.

"Selina Kyle. She's actually a good friend of mine," he mentions, giving a harsh look to Alfred.

"Oh, so, like your girlfriend?" Faye teasingly yet thoughtfully asks. Bruce chokes on his oxygen for a moment, and so does Alfred.

"No-"

"No no-"

"Not even close." Bruce finishes before the two men turn heads to face one another, both in surprise. "Wait, you didn't think Selina and I were a thing?"

"I wasn't sure, but you don't think you two have a thing?" Alfred replies, more confusion twisting itself into the sentence. Faye rolls her eyes at their bickering, finalizing that she should just get up and leave.

"It was a harmless joke; get over yourselves," she entwined her harshness into their conversation before pushing herself from the table and walking towards the library, leaving both members at the table speechless.

"What was that about?" Alfred asked.

"You're asking me like I have a clue," Bruce replied.

In the library, Faye lays on the luxury couch, sighing and feeling awkward from what she just did.

'Why did I get so defensive,' she thinks to herself. She never thought of herself to be the jealous type...but jealous of what? 'Me, jealous? Just because Bruce has a "good" friend that happens to be a girl?'

Faye sits up and holds her head in her hands, her dark locks flowing through her fingers. Her thoughts briefly interrupted by the light sounds of rain hitting the glass windows. She feels a breeze on her back and turns her head to see an open window through the darkness of the library.

"Dumb kid, too lazy to even shut his own window," she stands up and walks towards the window frame, applying pressure to successfully close it, cutting off the stormy cold front from entering the manor.

"Well, there goes my only logical way out," a strange voice comes from the right of Faye, startling her beyond compare, a few curses escaping her lips. "Woah, chill," A teen girl emerges from the light shadows, "I thought we were both lurking in the Wayne Mansion but it seems as if you run the place, closing windows left and right." Her snarky comments allow Faye to catch her breath. Before she even opens her mouth to ask her name, Faye assumes this is Selina Kyle, the girl who comes and goes as she pleases. Even with that thought, Faye still had a little extra time to be petty before Bruce would even decide to enter the room.

"And you are?" Faye asks the teen, receiving a funny look from her.

"Wow, Bruce hasn't said anything about me yet, has he?" She replied sharply.

"Nope. Not a single little thing." Faye responded in her snarkiest tone, taking the other girl aback.

"Interesting. I'm Selina," she held out her glove-covered hand, which Faye took happily. "You must be...?"

"Faye."

"Ah, that's it. I remember it being some little rich girl sounding name. I was thinking Adelaide or Clarissa, but Faye is what the kid told me the other night."

Faye just smiled at Selina's dialogue, thinking to herself that it was just the funniest thing that they were legitimately fighting over nothing.

Confused by the distant conversation, Bruce and Alfred wonder into the room to get a sight of the two girls "greeting" one another.

"Oh, you two have met," Alfred says, forcing the girls to break their sharp eye contact and face the two in the doorway.

"I guess you can say that," Selina replies, crossing her arms. "Anyway, I just came to stop bye and keep an eye out on my favorite bunch of people," she finished, peering between the two men.

Bruce smiled awkwardly, flashing his eyes between Selina and Faye.

"Well it's quite late, so I'll show you to the door," Alfred said, reacting to the weird tension that was stuck in the air. Selina rolled her eyes before making her way across the library, pausing just before exiting the doorway. Turning on her heels, she grabs Bruce's shoulder.

"Also, Jim Gordon told me to spread the message: Don't trust Edward Nygma. Apparently he went rogue and is terrorizing GCPD and the city. Told me to tell you cause some people have closer connections with him than others," Selina announced, finishing by intensely staring at Faye before turning and following Alfred out the door.

Faye sighs, thoughts flying around her head about Selina, jealousy, Nygma, confusion, and Jim Gordon. She takes a seat on the leather couch, leaning over her body and holding her head into her hands.

"Isn't Edward Nygma the forensic scientist CSI at the GCPD?" Bruce asks, taking a set in one of the chairs across from Faye. Without opening her mouth, she nods her head and moans in agreement. "Why was Selina forcing the message towards you?"

Faye froze for a minute, not knowing why though.

"I, uh, I'm not sure. I've only talked to him a few times." She shrugs off the question, hoping Bruce will stop bothering her.

"A few times? But you've been here for nearly a week and only been to the GCPD once." Bruce replies, his dark eyebrows flashing the girl a confused glance. She picked her head up out of her hands and connected her hazel eyes with the boy's brown ones.

"I have some of the people from the station's numbers and I talk to them sometimes. Ed Nygma just happens to be one of them." She replied, tired and annoyed.

"But why do you call them? Me and Alfred are always here to talk." Bruce replies kindly in disbelief.

"Because they were nice to me when I met them, okay? They're people I can trust." Not realizing how harsh her sentence was until after saying it, she rubs her face, hoping to ease stress.

"What do you mean? When have we been mean or untrustworthy?"

"I never said-"

"And if you trust them so much then why don't you go live with them? Have them offer you a house and a room!" Bruce raised his voice.

"You don't think I want to?! What makes you think I even want to be here in the first place?! You have your life set up for you! You actually have people who care about you! At least your not alone and unwanted everywhere you go like I am," Faye shouts back, her eyes budging to release tears.

Bruce prepares to yell back and continue bickering, but his face softens as he notices the tears now rolling down her cheeks.

"Faye, I didn't-"

"I'm going to bed," she interrupts, her voice raspy and harsh from how choked up she began getting. Wiping her eyes, she swiftly stands up and paces to her room.

Alfred enter the library only a few minutes later to be greeted by a regretful Bruce.

"I heard shouting, is everything alright?" He offers the question to the boy.

"I wish it was," Bruce replies, standing up and walking off into his own room a few halls away.

In Faye's room, the girl punches the pillow in her lap vigorously as she grunts and whimpers under her cries. Saying she was pissed off is an understatement. She finishes off the pillow my slamming it into the ground and stepping on it with her bare feet. In the corner of her eye she sees the reflection of moonlight off the phone next to her bed. She hesitates, but eventually reaches over and dials one of the numbers off of her notepad.

Since she entered Gotham, she thought she could only trust three people: Jim Gordon, Edward Nygma, and Bruce Wayne.

Now it seems as if everything she believes in has been shuffled and thrown away...