"You don't think Selina's gonna try and leave, do you?" Bruce questioned as he and Holly walked down the hall as they searched for Selina after her little outburst. "Well, the last time she left, she broke free and left my dad in the sewers. Maybe she'll stay since this is different, but you never know," Holly shrugged.

"I hope she does," Bruce muttered quietly. As they stepped back into the library, Holly noticed the shadow of a figure hiding behind the white curtains, and as the door behind the silks opened, she saw Selina looking into the vast green fields. "If you want to go somewhere, we can call you a taxi," Holly said, making Selina jump and turn around. "Geez, you guys move quietly," Selina commented. "So do you," Bruce spoke. "Are you leaving?" "I'm thinking about it," Selina admitted. "I'm sorry if talking about your family upset you," Bruce apologized.

Selina shook her head, claiming that she wasn't upset. "Kind of seemed like you were," Holly inhaled sharply. But Selina ignored it as she walked over to the desk, picking up a framed picture resting on one of the corners. "That's your mom, huh? She looks nice," She asked. "She was. You saw her the night she was killed?" Bruce answered. Selina slightly nodded as she put the photo back, and Bruce continued. "And you saw me? What I did? What I didn't do?" his voice was etched with guilt and shame.

"What are you talking about? What more could you have done?" Holly asked. "I don't know something. Anything! I could've done something to help them, and maybe they'd still be alive," Bruce murmured. "You're dreaming, kid. A gun's a gun," The library filled with silence as Selina sat back in her seat, eyeing both of them before changing the subject to something more light-hearted. "My mom's in show business. She sings and dances and does magic tricks. Gets paid, like, millions. But that's just a cover. Really, she's a secret agent for the government," Selina explained.

Whether Selina's story was made up or not, Holly couldn't deny that this was rather interesting the more Selina talked about it. Bruce also seemed rather intrigued. "She's on a secret mission. But when she's done, she's coming back to get me," Selina slightly smiled. "That's good," Bruce commented. Suddenly, Selina smiled with a mischievous grin as she stood up, slowly walking toward the tweens. "Have either of you ever kissed someone?" Selina questioned. "Uh... n-no," Bruce stuttered, his eyes shifting to his lap. "What about you, Hols?" Selina raised a brow.

But Holly remained silent, trying to keep a straight and hide the blushing in her cheeks. "Cat got your tongue?" Selina teased. Luckily, Alfred stepped into the room right in the nick of time, pausing the awkward situation. "Time for your studies, Master Bruce," The butler informed. "Thank you, Alfred," Bruce nodded as he stood up, following behind him. But Alfred turned around and looked back to Selina and Holly. "You're more than welcome to join us, Miss Gordon, Miss Kyle," he said.

"We'll be fine, thank you," Selina declined. We? Holly's eyes slightly widened. "You sure you'll be alright, Holly?" Bruce double-checked. "Ye-yeah, we'll be fine," Holly assured. With a slight wave, Bruce and Alfred continued down the hall. Selina on the other hand, plopped right next to Holly, the mischievous grin still plastered on her face.

"Looks like it's just us girls," Selina smirked.

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Upon returning to the precinct after failing to take Hargrove back into their custody, things were about to turn from bad to worse as Mayor James arrived, and his face was red with embarrassment and rage. "Do you have any idea how many angry phone calls we've been getting this week? Got a terrorist out there!" He snarled. "And that's our fault?" Jim spoke up, crossing his arms. "Jim!" Essen warned. "No no, please," Mayor James dismissed, stepping closer to Jim as he tried to intimidate him, though it did little to no good.

"You tell me, Detective, how is this my fault?" The Mayor challenged. "Well, for starters, you have the mentally ill housed at Blackgate, a prison with no facilities for them. So you send them out for treatment, which was exactly where Hargrove was headed when he was broken out," Jim explained, looking the corrupt politician directly in the eyes. "I want him found. Today!" Mayor James instructed Essen, shooting Jim and Harvey the dirtiest glare he could give. The Mayor stormed out, the double doors slamming behind him as Essen turned her attention to Jim, asking him what the hell was wrong with him.

"By the way, Hargrove's brother John, I went ahead and put him and his family in protective custody," She mentioned. "That'll help," Harvey responded. "The only problem is, Hargrove doesn't know that," Jim mentioned. From their brief encounter with Hargrove, the detectives knew their escaped convict didn't want to make these bombs, but with him clearly being outnumbered, he didn't have much of a choice. But maybe if he learned that the only family he had left was safe and secure, it could be that extra little nudge for him to break free and try to escape again.

With the clock ticking down, Jim needed all the strength and energy before going after Hargrove and the men who kidnapped him again. The weight of Mayor James and the people around Gotham talking of the latest bombing came crashing down on the detectives like pounds upon pounds of bricks. The coffee machine brewed to life as Jim made a cup of coffee with as much caffeine as he could handle. He needed to be focused, he needed to be prepared. "Jim, I got it!" Harvey waved another file as he met up with him.

"Meet Gregor Kasyanov. Long rap sheet, worked for Nikolai before he died," Harvey pointed to his latest mugshot as Jim poured the steaming brew into his cup. "Who does he work for now?" Jim questioned. "Beats me," His partner shrugged. With a free hand, Jim took the file and looked at it closely. Kasyanov had the stereotypical look of someone who had spent most of their life locked up in prison with a bald head, arm and neck tattoos, and a deathly glare that showed Kasyanov had no soul in his blackened eyes.

"All right. Hargrove said it's a big job, right? A vault. Somebody's got to be bankrolling it," Jim remembered the hurried explanation. "Yeah, someone with cash and pull and beef with Falcone. Problem is in Gotham, anyone with cash and pull has beef with Falcone," Harvey added. So, who could it be, then?

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"So... what do you want to talk about?" Holly asked, feeling uneasy. "Would you calm down? I'm not going to do anything," Selina assured. If you say so... Holly tried to paint on a calmer face, but on the inside, she was still freaking out. "You didn't answer my question," Selina reminded her. "What question?" Holly asked stupidly, knowing full well what it was. Selina gave her a knowing look, and the longer she stared at the Gordon, the more Holly knew she couldn't avoid answering it forever. Better to just rip it off like a Band-Aid. "Kissing a boy? No, I haven't," she admitted.

Selina chuckled under her breath before locking her gaze. "Too innocent for that?" Selina teased. "I just haven't had many crushes, okay? Besides, Dad said if a boy ever tried to kiss me, he'd shoot them," Holly sunk deeper into her seat, wanting to melt into a puddle. "I see the way you look at him. Bruce, I mean," Selina continued. "We're just friends," Holly insisted. Selina sighed exaggeratedly as she laid her head over the sofa cushions. "That's what they all say. I think... I don't have time or energy for someone like that,"

"Why not? Because your too busy doing what you do?" Holly squinted. "Because I don't need anybody, I work alone," Selina insisted. "But what if something happens and you're trapped, who's going to help you then?" Holly questioned. Selina walked over to Holly, and when she least expected it, Holly watched as Selina revealed her sharp metal claws, sharp enough to cut someone up. "I'm not afraid to use them," Selina smirked. That's why they call her Cat. Holly nodded, and Selina put her claws away.

An hour or so passed as the girls continued their awkward conversation. As Bruce's lessons wrapped up for the day, he decided it was time to continue his training. But rather than bug Alfred for another boxing lesson, he had something better in mind. Not trusting himself to face it alone, he asked Holly and Selina to accompany him to the outdoor pool. They walked the concrete trail and past the dozens of trees surrounding the large pool. "When I say so, start this timer, okay?" Bruce handed Holly a small stopwatch before he took off his shoes and socks.

Holly was confused at first but accepted anyway. "If you don't pop out of the water for a while, I'm diving in after you," Holly warned. "Noted," Bruce nodded before telling her to start the timer the second he jumped in. The splashing of the water narrowly missed Holly and Selina, but they watched the water as Bruce floated down to the tiled pool floor, barely moving. Holly's gaze occasionally shifted from the stopwatch to the pool as the seconds ticked by. Bruce stayed under, holding his breath for as long as he could. When he finally popped back up, Holly handed the timer back, and Bruce looked at it with disappointment.

"A minute and thirty-five seconds," Bruce sighed as he got out of the pool to dry himself off. "You're the weirdest kid I've ever met. Why are you doing that?" Selina asked. "Training," Bruce answered bluntly. "Oh, like the boxing. So, if anyone mugs you with a diving board, you'll be ready, huh?" Selina spoke with sarcasm. "Yes. I-I mean, no," Bruce stuttered before gathering his words. "I'm developing self-discipline and willpower," Selina continued, asking why he was going to such extreme measures.

"I get you, Bruce, but it won't work. Not on the streets, not in Gotham," Selina replied. "Why's that?" Bruce asked. "Out there on the streets, it's not enough to be strong. You gotta be mean. Gotta be ruthless. Do you know what "ruthless" means?" Selina queried. "Of course he knows, Selina. He's not an idiot!" Holly chimed in. "Yes, I know what it means," Bruce nodded. "Yeah? Well, you ain't. You're a nice kid. Five minutes on the street, you'll be mincemeat. And holding your breath won't do a damn thing," Selina scoffed. "The same goes for you too, Holly. You can't be Miss Nice Girl forever,"

Selina brushed past the both of them as she followed the trail back to the manor, and all Bruce and Holly could do was glance at each other, exchanging the same thought. Maybe Selina was right, maybe there was still a lot to learn before Bruce could step a foot into street fights.

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Ed's hands were shaking with excitement as he held a piece of iron in both hands, excitedly explaining the type of explosives Jim and Harvey were dealing with. But amid his excited chatter, the detectives were barely able to understand him. "Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Harvey stopped him. "What about the explosives?" "It's... It's a very specific type. It's highly volatile and it's difficult to manufacture," Ed explained slower. "It's for one use and one use only. To penetrate iron,"

"Like a vault in a bank?" Jim questioned. "No, they're all steel. No one makes anything out of iron anymore. Not for a hundred years, at least," Ed responded. "What about the Gotham Armory?" Harvey suggested. "Yeah, they have those iron vaults they used to keep the gunpowder in," Jim added. "A few years ago, a private investment group bought it," Harvey recalled. With a snap of his fingers, Jim betted that Falcone was behind the vault. As the detectives grabbed their coats, Ed stuttered and stumbled, trying to ask if they wanted to take the piece of iron with them.

With a team following them to the armory, Jim and Harvey pulled up a block or two away, and as they got closer to the vault, they took cover, waiting for the right moment to strike. As Jim poked his head out, he saw the Russian men piled stacks upon stacks of cash into their truck, Hargrove trailing right behind him. When the time was just right, and the other cops were fast approaching the area, Jim and Harvey popped out of hiding and drew their weapons. "You're surrounded! There's no way out! Drop your weapons!" Harvey ordered as the sirens drew closer and closer to the gates outside the vault.

But Kasyanov told his men not to move a muscle and kept their weapons aimed at the detectives. "Hargrove! Ian Hargrove!" Jim glanced to where Hargrove stood trembling, "Your brother and his family are safe! We have them in protective custody!" "If he runs, shoot him!" Kasyanov instructed his men. "Don't shoot!" Jim shouted. "You shoot him, they shoot us!" Harvey joined in. Hargrove's put his hands over his head and slowly approached the detectives as the Russians still had their guns pointed at his back.

As ominous silence filled the air, it was suddenly broken by the sounds of something beeping. And Jim's eyes instantly widened when he realized what it was. Right underneath the truck, a cell phone bomb was about to explode. "Get away from the truck! Everybody down!" Jim shouted. But in an instant, the bomb detonated, and they all went flying. While Jim, Harvey, and Hargrove were unharmed, the Russians, along with their getaway vehicle, had gone up in flames. The stacks of money blew apart, and an endless amount of money floated through the air. And to anyone else, it looked like it was raining money.

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As the kids gathered back in the library for lunch, Selina's mood seemed to change again. She went from being too brutally honest to too mischievous. As Holly and Bruce quietly sat at the coffee table and ate, Selina grabbed her uneaten bagel and threw it at Bruce's head. "What was that for?" Bruce asked, picking up the piece of food. "Bet you can't hit me or Holly!" Selina giggled. "I could. But why would I want to?" Bruce questioned. "Just try it!" Selina challenged. "What for? What's the prize?" Holly asked.

Selina thought about it as her gaze was still focused on the billionaire boy and the detective's daughter. "How about this? Hit either of us, and Holly will let you kiss her!" She smiled. Excuse me, what?! Without giving either of them time to think, Selina chucked another piece of bread, and the three quickly spread about the library, throwing pieces of bread at each other. Holly quickly ducked behind the couch as she grabbed a few bagels and threw them in Bruce and Selina's reaction.

It was a free-for-all bread fight, and laughter filled the room as Bruce aimed at the girls, missing either of them by an inch or two. Little did they know that Alfred was standing outside, watching them mess around. The butler couldn't help but smile at the delightful change in the atmosphere. As Selina threw some bread Holly's way, the Gordon caught a bagel and threw it right back at her. "Nice try!" Holly smirked. Like all good things, the Battle of the Bread soon met its end as the three of them collapsed onto the ground in a heap, trying to catch their breaths.

"That... was... awesome!" Bruce chuckled.

Meanwhile, out in the hallway, Alfred was on the phone with Jim. "I've been trying to get out there. I'm sorry, is everything okay? Is Selina behaving herself? Jim inquired. "Well, uh, not really. No. That's all right," Alfred answered. On the other end, Jim's eyebrows quirked up with surprise. "It is?" "Yes, well, she's a breath of fresh air, I might say," Alfred admitted. "Glad to hear it. I'll be out there as soon as I can," Jim vowed before they hung up. As Jim slipped his phone back into his pocket, he looked up to see Harvey Dent walking towards him, looking rather excited.

"Jim. You have a minute?" the lawyer asked, rolling up his coat sleeve. "Uh, yeah. What is it?" Jim asked as they walked off, out of everyone's earshot. "I met with Lovecraft. He was scared. He's involved, all right," Dent explained. "Well, being scared isn't proof," Jim told him. "You didn't see him. Told the same story in a few other spots. All the big players will know by now, and someone will start talking," Dent spoke confidently. "If and when they do, neither of us make a move without talking first. We move together on this," Jim reminded.

"Absolutely," the lawyer nodded. "Hey, nice work on the Hargrove case. You saved the poor guy's life. You're a regular saint," Jim thanked him, hoping they would talk again soon with more updates on Lovecraft. And as they finished their conversation and Dent left, Bullock finished up his conversation with Hargrove. "Hargrove's on his way to Arkham," He told Jim. "Arkham?" Jim repeated. "Mayor's directive. He's taking all the criminally insane inmates from Blackgate and sending them to Arkham, so they can get appropriate treatment," Harvey explained.

Jim rolled his eyes, never failing to be disappointed in the corrupt Mayor. "That's nuts. 'Appropriate treatment,' The building's 200 years old!" Jim mentioned. "Welcome to Gotham," Harvey shrugged. "Oh and get this: Hargrove said that the bomb that blew up the money wasn't his," He added. "Then, who's was it?" Jim asked. Harvey shook his head, saying Hargrove had no idea whose bomb it was. Yet another mystery to be solved in the crime-riddled city.