Holly couldn't remember most of what happened after her mother and father hung up the phone call. Maybe she did some of her homework, or maybe she dozed off, but all Holly knew was that when she woke up, her mother was no longer there. The only sound that filled the apartment besides her breathing was silence. "Mom?" Holly called out as she roamed the apartment, checking every room. But she found nothing. 

As she returned to the living room and opened the curtains, she saw a note on the counter addressed to her dad. As much as she knew it wasn't for her, Holly had to know where her mother went and why she left without saying goodbye. "Dear Jim, I thought I could be strong and brave for you and Holly, but I can't. Every place I go, I see Falcone and Zsasz. I'm nervous and needy and screwed up, and I know that's not what you both need or want, so I'm going away for a while to get myself together," The note read. Holly blinked away the tears forming in her eyes. And part of her started to blame herself. She tried to make the most of the conversation on the way home, but Holly's efforts to comfort her did little to no good.

The front door unlocked, and as the lights turned on, she saw her father walk in with a girl around her age. "Holly? Why are you by yourself? Where's mom?" Jim asked as the girl looked around the apartment in awe. "I don't know what happened. All I know is I woke up, and Mom wasn't here. She left this note for you," Holly handed him the sheet of paper, and Jim's eyes quickly scanned it. His eyes widened with shock as he thought that everything was going okay. "Sweet crib, you must be one rich cop," The girl smiled. "It's my girlfriend's place," Jim corrected her. "Where is she?" The girl inquired.

"I don't know," Jim muttered quietly. Holly looked over at the girl confused, wondering what the heck she was doing in their apartment and why she was asking so many questions. "So what? I get to stay here with you guys?" the girl asked. When neither Holly nor Jim answered her question, the girl walked over to the kitchen to grab herself something to eat. "She'll come back Dad. I'm sure she will," Holly comforted, placing a hand on Jim's shoulder. Just then, Jim's phone and he walked off to answer it. Holly turned around to see the strange girl sitting on the cushions with a bottle of milk. "So... are you his daughter or something?" the girl asked. "Yeah, I am. Who are you?" Holly answered.

But rather than answer Holly's question, the curly-haired brunette took notice of the note and picked it up. "Sounds like your mom's not coming back, huh? Why's she worried about Falcone?" Holly snatched the note and set it back down. "That's none of your business, and it's not mine either," Holly sighed. As Jim returned to the room, Holly gave him a questioning look, silently asking if he was going to introduce them or not. "Oh, sorry. Uh, Selina, this is my daughter Holly. Holly, this is Selina Kyle," Jim spoke. "Nice to meet you," Selina gave a sour face. "Likewise," Holly nodded in acknowledgment.

"So what happens now? You gonna get the charges against me dropped?" Selina asked Jim. "I will, but you're my only witness to the Wayne murders. Charges? But she's only a kid, what did she do? Holly wondered. "You gonna cuff me to a drainpipe again?" Selina questioned. "No, I'm not gonna hold you against your will. GCPD, juvie, you'd just break out," Jim shook his head. Selina repeated one of her previous questions, asking if she'd be staying with them. But Jim had a different idea. "No, I have someplace different in mind," The front door knocked, and both Jim and Holly looked over to it.

"That's the sketch artist. I need you to describe the man who shot the Waynes," Jim said to Selina. "Wait, where am I going to stay?" Selina called out as Jim went to answer the door. "Wayne Manor," He responded. About half an hour had passed since the sketch artist arrived and finished sketching the man Selina claimed killed the Waynes. Holly wouldn't admit it out loud in front of Selina, but she was nervous.

"Listen, you don't have to get into the details, but did she kill someone?" Holly whispered as she and her dad went to the other side of the apartment to avoid being heard. "No, she didn't. Her record's mostly petty theft and larceny," Jim assured. "But still, why are you sending her to Wayne Manor?" Holly inquired. "It's complicated, Holly. I need to make sure she doesn't run off again," Well, given that you chained her to a post and left her unsupervised, what makes you think she's going to stay at Bruce's place the second you leave? Holly wondered to herself, but she crammed the question down her throat. 

Jim crouched down to her level, telling her that it would all be okay and that he just needed some time to hopefully make a dent in this case. "In the meantime, Alfred will take good care of you," he told her. I'm sorry, what? "You're leaving me?" Holly whispered. "Just for the weekend, and I'll be right back on Monday to pick you up, okay? And you can always call me if something's wrong," Jim promised. Holly subtly turned around to where Selina was sitting, still talking with the sketch artist before looking back to her father. While it was going to be weird spending the weekend at a boy's house, Holly figured she could use the time there to hang out with Bruce and get her mind off her mother's disappearance.

"Why don't you go pack some stuff, okay?" Jim asked. Holly nodded and went to room, grabbed an empty backpack from her closet, and started packing.

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Later in the day, Jim took Holly and Selina to Wayne Manor, and while Holly kept an eye on Selina to make sure she didn't try and run out or steal anything, Jim sat in the library with Bruce and Alfred, showing the young boy the sketch of the suspect. According to the sketch, the man seemed to have curly hair and a beard. How Selina was able to get a detailed description of him in the middle of the night, Jim didn't know. But it'd be pointless to question her about it at this point.

"She said this is the man who killed your parents. She said she saw his face. Do you recognize him, Bruce?" Jim asked, watching as Bruce studied the paper. "No," he answered. Looking up at Jim, curious to know about the witness. "What's her name?" "Selina Kyle," Jim answered. Bruce then asked the detective if he believed her, and Jim responded positively. "So... she saw everything," Bruce's face fell once again at the memory of that night. "And you want her to live here with us, do you? A common street criminal?" Alfred's eyes narrowed.

"She's hardly older than Bruce and Holly. She's just a kid who's seen too much. This is for her safety. GCPD is full of moles, and if someone were to find out where she was-" But Alfred interrupted, still having a bad feeling about this situation. "Right, and how long would you have us put her up then?" he asked. "I don't know," Jim replied. The butler shook his head, insisting that the answer was no. "I don't mind Ms. Gordon staying. But this random girl being here will put Master Bruce in great danger," 

"Alfred..." Bruce warned, looking over his shoulder. "She is the witness to a murder, Master Bruce. You do understand that, don't you?" Alfred explained. "She's also the best chance we have of finding who killed my parents. Isn't she?" Bruce inquired. "Yes, she is," Jim answered. "Then she can stay as long as it takes.  I've made my decision," Alfred internally sighed, accepting the young boy's decision. 

Bruce got up from the couch and walked into the hallway to find Holly and Selina, leaving the butler and the detective by themselves. "I know this is a lot, but I'm doing everything I can. Montoya, Allen, and I are meeting with an ADA they trust this afternoon," Jim told him. "Oh... a trustworthy lawyer. In Gotham," Alfred said with just a hint of sarcasm. "Look, if we find this guy, we'll need her. She'll have to testify and go before a judge. It won't be easy. Witnesses back out all the time. The ones that stick it out do so because they care about the victims,"

"We'll do our best to be nice to her, then, won't we?" Alfred adjusted his blazer.

Back in the hallway, Holly sat in one of the hallways with Selina as they waited for Bruce to find them. Given how massive Wayne Manor was, they could've easily gotten lost in there for hours and hours. Holly took quite an interest in the interior design around them, but Selina, on the other hand, was pretty daring and kept touching the items that looked very valuable. She grabbed a nearby blue and white vase and bounced it in her hands. Each bounce and catch made Holly's stomach twist itself in a knot. It was a matter of time before Selina broke it.

"It's from the Chinese Ming Dynasty, 500 years old," Bruce spoke as he entered the hallway, meeting up with them. "You can get one just like it for five bucks in Chinatown," Selina commented, setting the vase down. "Hey Bruce," Holly smiled. "Nice to see you, Holly," Bruce smiled. "I'm guessing you've met Selina?" Holly nodded at him. "Yeah, we came here together with Dad," "People call me Cat," Selina clarified to the both of them. "Nice to meet you, Cat," Bruce held out his hand to Selina, and slowly she shook it. 

"You guys hungry? Alfred's making lunch," Bruce offered. "I am a little hungry," Holly admitted. "I could eat," Selina shrugged. With that, Bruce led them down the hallway as they sat at the counter, watching Alfred make their lunches. "Hey, Alfred," Holly smiled. "Afternoon, Ms. Gordon," Alfred smiled at her. "Afternoon, Ms. Kyle," he added with skepticism.

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Later that afternoon, Jim, Montoya, and Allen met inside the large office building, looking for Harvey Dent, one of the best lawyers in Gotham. Right outside the office, Harvey stood with a troubled teen, reaching into his pocket for something. "Kid, you screwed up, big-time. But you're still young, you deserve a second chance. So, I have a bet for you. You call heads or tails. If you lose, you go to jail. If you win, we let you go," Dent spoke, revealing the coin. "Alright, bet," The youngster agreed.

"Hold on. There's a catch. You have to make a promise to God right now. If you win, you're going to take this as a sign from Him, telling you that you need to go back to school and get your life straight. Can you promise that?" The boy hesitated for a moment before agreeing to do what Dent requested. As the lawyer tossed the coin and caught it, he flipped it onto his other hand, asking the boy to make his call. "Heads or tails?"

"Heads!" The boy guessed. Dent flipped the coin over to reveal that it landed on heads. "Walk away, kid. Somebody up there loves you. Remember your promise," Harvey patted his shoulder with a smile, and the boy walked off, free from the fear of being sent to juvie. Harvey turned around and noticed Jim and the MCU cops waiting for him. They walked over, and Jim introduced himself. "Jim Gordon, GCPD. I hear good things about you, Counselor," He spoke.

"Harvey Dent. Likewise about you, Detective," the lawyer replied. "That was some trick with the coin. What if the kid guesses wrong? You gonna send him to jail?" Jim questioned. "Teenagers, they nearly always call heads. I don't know why," Harvey chuckled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the coin, revealing to the detective that his coin was two-headed. "Whatever works, right?"

They walked inside Harvey's office, Jim handed the lawyer the file containing the sketch of their suspect. "So, who is he, Jim? Who really killed the Waynes?" Dent inquired. "Uh, this is what we have. No ID. But this is from an eyewitness, that you have in safe custody. It's not nearly enough to go to the law with. Even if we had ID on this guy, it's the people who hired him we really want," Jim explained. "I agree. Your eyewitness is useless in a courtroom. But the idea of your witness could be immensely valuable," The lawyer then turned on a picture displaying a middle-aged man, looking rather intimidating in a navy-blue suit. "Ever hear the name Dick Lovecraft?" Dent asked.

Jim nodded, recalling he was a billionaire specializing in property, construction, and chemicals. "And as corrupt as they come. Falcone, Maroni, even Wayne Enterprises. Lovecraft has dealings with all of them," Harvey added. "Since the Waynes' deaths, he's doubled his fortune. Including a huge piece of the Arkham deal," Montoya mentioned to Jim. "Lovecraft had a long feud with Thomas Wayne over deals and politics," Dent clarified. "They couldn't have had a more different vision for Gotham. I'm willing to bet my career on his involvement in the Wayne murders,"

"That's a big bet," Jim spoke, not too convinced Lovecraft could be behind this. Dent returned to his desk, looking at Jim as he instructed him to use his witness to go after Lovecraft. "How? My witness can't connect Lovecraft to the perp," Jim raised an eyebrow. "Lovecraft doesn't know that. I'll let it leak out that we have a secret eyewitness who's going to blow the case wide open and connect Lovecraft to the Wayne killings. Lovecraft will get very nervous. And the people around him will get nervous. And that's when people start talking. You know how that goes," Dent planned. 

"Unless Lovecraft wasn't involved in the Wayne murders," Jim reasoned. "If so, which I doubt, we still win. Whoever was involved in the Wayne killings will get their cage rattled like the dickens, won't they? I bet he makes a move," Jim couldn't help but internally roll his eyes at Dent's constant use of 'bet.' He likes to bet a lot. "What have we got to lose?" Harvey asked. "My witness becomes a target," Jim said. Dent shook his head and explained that they never actually file papers, they never named names. "It's just a powerful story. Your witness is perfectly safe," he assured.

"And you guys are on board with this?" Jim looked to Montoya and Allen. "We've been on board, Jim. Harvey's one of us," Montoya nodded. "I want what you want, Jim. I wanna make this city a better place," Harvey could see the hesitation in the detective's eyes as he sat at the corner of his desk. "No names. Not mine, not my witness, nothing. Just a story," Jim clarified. Dent nodded in confirmation, saying it would just be a story. "Alright, let's try something,"

With that, Gordon and Dent shook hands before Jim returned to the precinct.