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CATGIRL'S POV
  The smell of spring hits my nose immediately as I step out of the car. 
  I look over at Selina, feeling a sense of déjà vu from the last time we were here for Christmas a  few months ago.  
  This time is different, no gala. It's a family Christmas. In May...
  Selina takes my arm in hers and shares a smile with me. She looks so much better than a few months ago. Pretty soon she will be out as Catwoman again, and Bats better watch out. 
  After Ra's al Ghul's kidnapping of her, I become somewhat overprotective of her. She probably could have gone out by now, but I haven't let her. 
  I just didn't want to risk her safety, which is really ironic considering that was her reasoning for benching me as Catgirl when I came back from Ra'a al Ghul. The roles are just reversed. 
  Because of this, I moved back in with Selina. There wasn't any other reason for me to stay with Dick besides us wanting too. While he was less than excited, we both knew I had to take care of Selina (even if she insisted she didn't need me to) and that Dick could still come over anytime he wanted.
  We quickly walk up the driveway and knock on the door. 
  "Hello, Miss Brooklyn," Alfred says, when the door opens, surprising me a little because he is finally just using my first name. "Miss Kyle." He nods to Selina with a smile, "Please, come in." 
  "Hello, Alfred," I greet him with a smile, as Selina does the same as we step in, him closing the door behind us. 
  "Who is at the door?" I hear Damian's hard tone echo throughout the hallways as I make my way to the kitchen. 
  "Just your best friend," I tease as I walk in, opening my arms for a hug that I know he does not want. 
  "Oh. Brooklyn. I suspect you are doing well?" He says, stepping away from me to avoid my hug.  
  I drop my arms and lean against the countertop,"I am, how are you? How are your classes?" My smile grows when his face contorts in distain. 
  "Horrid. Who knew how incompetent some human beings could be? They have a brain the size of a fruit fly's brain. I mean-"
  "Damian, it's not nice to make fun of them. They haven't been taught the way you have." Bruce scolds him, trying (and failing) to teach Damian the slightest of manners.