Born to Fly

By Serena Kenobi

Rating: T

Author's Notes: As always, thanks for the reviews. Appreciate it! Hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimer: See previous chapter. Also don't own Selina Kyle or Helena. Or Alfred.

Chapter eleven - Selina

Bruce and Clark strolled down the beach in a comfortable silence. The Dark Knight kept glancing over to his alien friend and finally spoke, "All right, Clark, so when's the big day?"

Clark quizzically eyed Bruce. "Excuse me?"

"You know, the big day. The day that you're going to marry Lois."

The Kryptonian blushed. "Er, well, I haven't asked her yet," he began, but suddenly picked up Lois's shouting. "Lois is calling for us," he added, and sped off.

Bruce growled and yelled, "I think you forgot someone, Kent!" He was grabbed by the arm and sped away before he could say anything else, and found himself next to Lois, standing in front of… "A helicopter!" he exclaimed.

"Lex Luthor's helicopter, to be exact," Clark remarked, hands in his pockets. "Looks as if he abandoned it a while ago." He pried the door open and hopped inside.

Lois held up a coconut half and added, "Well, we know he was on the island, but how did he get off?"

"There's no more gas left," Clark called out from inside the helicopter, "My guess is he hitched a ride with someone, or he bribed them to take him, promising them money."

Lois gazed out into the crystal, turquoise-tinted ocean as if hoping to find an answer. "But the question is, who helped him, and how do we find the boat that took him?"

"I think that's where I come in," Bruce said, "I have many resources and connections. You know what I'm talking about, Clark."

Clark jumped down from the helicopter and nodded, grinning. "Of course I do," he answered, and then turned to Lois. "This is pretty much a dead end. Ready to go?"

"Go where?" Lois wondered what the two superheroes were concocting next.

"To Gotham, of course," the billionaire replied casually. "Come on, let's head back to the yacht. I'm sure your boss will let you take a short break from work."

"Well," Clark put in, "We won't be taking a break because we'll be following a lead."

Bruce shrugged. "You know what I mean."

Gotham was driving distance away from Metropolis, so thankfully they didn't have to fly. It took them about an hour in the limousine to get to their destination, and Lois, though she had taken a short nap on the yacht, was worn out from all the traveling they had been doing. Her head was resting on Clark's shoulder by the time they arrived at the Wayne mansion.

"Goodness, Lois, you've been sleeping a lot," Bruce chuckled, opening the door and getting out.

Lois opened her eyes, stretched, and followed him out. Clark was the last one to come out of the limo, and the billionaire led the two reporters into the seemingly endless mansion.

"Remember your first visit here, Clark?" Bruce asked, turning around to face the couple.

Clark nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a small smile. "How could I forget," he returned.

The three entered through a long hallway, went up a few flights of stairs, and finally came to a beautiful and large library. Bruce threw some papers down on his desk and drew out from one of the drawers a file.

"Ah, here we are," Bruce said, flipping the file cover open, "A list of reliable contacts."

"You mean semi­-reliable," Clark corrected, taking a seat in one of the recliners. Lois followed his example, not stopping to look around at everything.

Bruce smiled. "Semi-reliable, then. I–" He was interrupted by a tapping on the door. "Come in."

The door opened to reveal an elderly man with a young girl in his arms. "Forgive me, Master Bruce, but she wished to see you immediately."

Bruce's smiled widened, and he quickly strode towards the two newcomers. Clark and Lois watched the interaction with curiosity and interest; and Bruce took the little girl into his arms and kissed her soundly on the cheek.

"Thanks, Alfred," he nodded towards the gentleman, who smiled and left the room. "How's my little girl doing?" he turned his attentions toward the little girl in his arms.

The girl grinned and said, "Gweat, Daddy. Mommy's mished you a wot."

"I should hope so," the billionaire replied, seeming pleased. "Where is Mommy right now?"

"She's in da bedwoom, fowdin' some cwothes," the girl explaning, sucking her tongue in between words.

Clark stood up and made his way next to Bruce. "Who's this?" He smiled a goofy grin at the little one, who grinned back shyly, putting her dark head on her father's chest.

"Oh, that's right," Bruce said, "I forgot you've never met her. Clark, this is my daughter, Helena. She's almost four, right honey? Oh, wait, you're thirty-seven, my mistake."

Helena giggled at her father's silliness and shook her head. "No, I'm fwee."

Bruce pretended to think about it for a moment. "Really? Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Positive?"

Another nod.

"Well," the Dark Knight sighed dramatically, "I guess I'll have to believe you. Can you say hi to Mr. Kent and Miss Lane?"

Helena waved at the reporters. "Hi."

Lois stood up and smiled at the young girl. "Hi there, Helena. I have a son who's five years old. His name is Jason. Would you like to meet him sometime?"

Helena nodded again.

"I'm sure we could work something out," Bruce assured Lois, "I think they would get along very well."

"Bruce, I didn't know you had guests over."

They all turned to see a stunningly beautiful woman walk into the room. She had raven, wavy hair that fell past her shoulders and beautiful green-blue eyes that were sharp, calculating, but gentle at the same time. Bruce grinned and glanced at Clark and Lois.

"Oh, sorry, baby. Clark, Lois, I'd like you to meet my wife, Selina. Selina, this is Lois Lane from the Daily Planet, and I believe you already know Clark."

Selina eyed them both and held out her hand. "I've read many of your articles, Miss Lane, and it's an honor to meet you."

Lois nodded in return. "Likewise, Mrs. Wayne. I guess you're the famous Selina these two were talking about."

Selina raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" She stared at her husband. Bruce cleared his throat, slightly uncomfortable. She then turned to Clark and smiled. "Clark, I can't tell how happy I was when I'd heard you came back. It's wonderful to see you again!" She hugged him warmly.

"Selina, it's been too long," Clark answered, "I'm not surprised you and Bruce got married, congratulations. I'm sorry I missed it."

"Me too," Selina nodded.

Lois, slightly irritated, spoke, "How do you and Clark know each other, Mrs. Wayne?"

"Oh, please, I prefer Selina," the other said, "I would love to get to know you better. Anyways, why don't you boys go off and talk, while Miss Lane and I have a chat."

Bruce handed Helena over to his wife, kissed her quickly, and led Clark off into another room.

Selina sat down, Helena in her lap. "Why don't you go play in your room, honey," she suggested.

"Otay, mommy," Helena replied cheerfully, and hopped off Selina's lap and scampered off up the stairs. Selina waited until she had left the room before continuing.

"Well, Miss Lane," she started.

"Lois is fine," the reporter interrupted.

Selina nodded gracefully. "Very well, then, Lois. I know you're wondering how I know Clark. We go a long ways back, the three of us. Bruce and I knew him before he and I got married. For about seven years, I suppose."

"But how?" Lois pressed.

Selina, however, seemed reluctant to say anything more.

"It's all right, if you're worried I'll give someone away," Lois assured, her, "I already know your husband is Batman."

Selina was slightly shocked, but she recovered quickly. "I see. How much else do you know?"

"Well," Lois continued, "I'm not sure how much I should say, but I also know that Clark is Superman. I take it, then," she noticed the woman's nonchalant expression, "that you do as well."

"Oh, yes," Selina replied, "Bruce and I keep no secrets from each other. Come," she stood up, "I want to show you something."

Lois followed Selina up a flight of stairs into a dark room. Selina turned on the lights, keyed open a door, and motioned Lois to follow her through, then stepping inside herself. When Lois entered after her, she gasped.

"You're Catwoman!"

Another little surprise. No, I'm going along with the original comic books or story plot. I'm making it all up from the good ol' thinking cap. Don't forget to R&R!