YAY! Another one! Working on a second one for the project too but this is what I have done. Dick goes on to another round!

Dance Miss Kitty

"What is that, the fifth cup you've had?"

"Fourth." Dick sipped the watered down beer while peering over his cup, watching one woman carefully. Selina, his plus one for the Bludhaven policeman's ball, had been flirting with nearly every male in the room, the entire night. It wouldn't be that bad if half the men's wives weren't getting ready to kill her every few minutes. Oh how he wished he came with Zatanna now. He needed the drink to be stronger.

His partner Amy eyed him with some misgivings. Dick rarely drank socially with the other officers so no one knew what to expect. "Maybe you should slow down. Take your mom-"

"She's not my mom," he snapped. "She's Bruce's girlfriend with the most positive history between them. That's all."

"If you insist." His superior smirked knowingly as she also watched the woman. She was making their boss laugh like nothing else. Everyone but the wives were having a great time with her. Amy was glad her husband was on a tight leash. "But she might just calm down if you dance with her."

He gave a bitter laugh and took another sip. "She'll stop only when she wants to. Miss Kitty has a mind all her own and there's no taking that beasty."

"Then use your feet." Taking his cup, she shoved him towards the woman in question. An impish grin crossed the lieutenant's face, complete opposite of her partner's surprised outrage. "Maybe it'll sober you up enough to drive home. One of you needs your wits about you."

"Remind me not to stand next to you when waiting for a bus." Dick ignored the woman's chuckle and strode towards his... semi-date, actually wanting to end this. The speeches were over, the dinner was done for most of them, and the dancing was sparse due to many leaving for patrol or to take care of their families. And he had no doubt Selina's clutch was bulging with wallets, numbers, Rolexes, jewelry, and/or car keys. He knew he saw her lift the Chief's phone, copied his sim-card, and replaced it. Whether it was for a case or for her own personal use was another story.

Anyway he looked at it, he had to get her out of there before someone realized Catwoman was in their midst.

One of the older officers was laughing at his own story, trying to impress the thief. "And then, the guy's pants-"

"Please excuse the interruption," Dick started, nodding nicely to his superior, "but it's getting late and this princess needs to get home before the carriage turns into a pumpkin. Selina."

"Oh," she pouted, waving her wine glass before him, "but I was just about to tell them about that adorable Halloween costume you wore when you were ten. And eleven. And twelve. And-"

"Okay! I get it." His ears turned red as he took the wine glass away, handing it to a passing server, and slid his hands around her for a dance. He had to lead her away from the others, fast. "You're way too energetic to just go home."

"Who said anything about home?" Her Cheshire grin plus that glint in her eye sent chills down the vigilante's back. If he didn't put this thief to bed (not in that way, ew), she was going to rob someone blind! She ran a finger up his shirt, nearly purring against him. "There's still plenty more to do tonight, if you get my meaning."

A couple men around him chuckled, irritating Dick as he tried to suppress his embarrassment. He carefully took her wandering hand and put it right where it was supposed to be while dancing, feeling up her purse for a moment before putting his hand back on her waist. "I get that you're drunk. And you got at least two wallets and a watch tonight. Whose are they?"

"I'm pretty sure one of them's yours," she teased, her free hand going down his shoulder again. The young man carefully returned her hand to its proper location, grating his teeth for a minute. He should have gone stag. "Or was it that pretty little thing you were talking to a minute ago's? So hard to tell."

"Amy's my partner," he informed her tensely. A drunk cat was anything but discreet, and Selina was plastered.

"Oh I bet she is."

"Work partner," he insisted frustration screaming from his every breath. Oh if only she wasn't drunk... "She's very happily married."

"Speaking of marriage..." Selina looked up at him, her eyes drooping. "When are you and your favorite redhead tying the knot? You two are so cute together, and I'd love to see Bruce as a young granddaddy. Imagine him changing diapers and making goo goo noises."

The idea somehow lodged into his mind, perfectly forming. The great dark and brooding, terrifying even, Batman... leaning over a changing table and desperately trying to make a baby laugh... Dick snorted, barely containing his laughter. "Uhm... I don't think that's happening any time soon."

"Are you sure about that, sweet cheeks?" Her catish smirk made the young man blush for entirely different reasons than earlier. The little devil... This really was a bad idea.

"Just tell me who you stole from and why you copied my boss' cell information." Focus on the facts at hand. Focus on what went wrong. Don't think about how embarrassing and awkward this lady made him feel in a room of officers. Don't think about Selina knowing nearly everything about his relationships with girls. And especially don't think about how much easily she could get under his skin with her teasing. How did she learn all his buttons anyway? Who told her? Bruce? Babs? Jay? Tim was too loyal and would blackmail him through Babs if at all. Cass couldn't talk and they didn't hang out anyway, so she wouldn't know. And Alfred kept secrets, not shared them. The others though...

'Damn it Grayson! Focus! There's a thief right here bozo!'

Selina shrugged coyly, letting them dance closer and closer to the door to leave. "Doesn't matter. I'm not stealing state secrets you know."

"Selina..."

"You dance really well you know." She grinned proudly at him. "Must be because of your amazing teacher."

Slowly he closed his eyes and cringed. She'd never let that go would she? That one night when he was a teen and asked her for help to master dancing with a girl, would haunt him for the rest of his life. Well, at least he got to dance with Barbara without tripping over his feet. "Which teacher? I had about half a dozen of them."

"The sexy one you begged for when you were... fourteen? Fifteen?" The woman looked up in confusion, trying to remember. "Oh I forget. You still grew another foot before stopping anyway. I believe it was the waltz. This waltz as I recall. You're getting fairly good."

"Thank you."

"If a bit boring."

That was is. Without even thinking about it, Dick smiled politely, turned to a passing server, and took up a large glass of wine. A mild sedative dropped into the glass and he all but shoved it into the woman's hands. "You look a bit parched. Would you like a drink?"

"Love one." If Selina wasn't already wasted, she would have seen this coming, and he would have suffered for it. Man was he in for it next time they met. He watched her nearly drink the glass dry as he guided her towards the exit. Swaying, she managed to put the glass down somewhere without breaking it before they made it out of the building. "Dancing... you see... is about... rhythm. And we don't got... any rhi...rhythm... or anythin'... why's the world spinning?"

"Joker got his hands on it." Hey, may as well laugh it up. A plastered kitty was very strange, yet amusing, thing to see. "He's mental."

"AH! Makes sense... Ya know..." She swayed dangerously, hanging on to Dick while trying to walk towards his car. "Harley... She's... She's way too good... for a loser... like him... Really could do better... Hey... you like blonds?"

"I don't care if it's the end of the world and she was the answer to it. I am not dating Harley."

"Too bad." The lady tutted him, pursing her lips into a pout. They managed to get to the vehicle and now she leaned against it while he tried to open the door for her. She didn't make it any easier with her commentary. "You two would look so cute together."

"I bet someone sober thinks so." Finally the door opened and helped her inside it, just the way Alfred taught him. "Your carriage awaits."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it," Selina murmured as she barely managed to get her seatbelt on. Once she was secure, Dick closed the door and went to the driver's side. Mentally he told himself over and over again that she was only saying this because she was drunk. When she sobered up, she'd be singing a very different tune. "She's... such a sweet girl. Really."

"Uh huh." Climbing inside, he turned on the engine and backed out of his space. That sedative should be working any time now. "If you insist."

"Real... real sweet..." The lady's head drooped to the side just as they exited the parking lot, almost out cold. "Sweet... with... really... bad tastes..."

"On that we agree." He looked over to her for a moment after they entered traffic. Out cold. Silently he sighed in relief. The next time he needed a mother figure at a dance, he was going to ask Diana or Zee. Though Selina fit the bill, they wouldn't purposely embarrass him like she did. Or maybe not. Never can tell with women.

All Dick knew for certain was that he was dead meat next time they met. She was not getting that clutch back until it was empty, and drugging Miss Kitty was a no-no. Bruce was going to love watching him get it later. He knew it.

A/N: A little bit of a play on what I already did so if the tournament ends on Dick, it's all good. I like to think Selina would be a happy crazy drunk. Just me.

FYI, for all my DNB readers, Sacrifice, teh extended version, will be in the Teen Titans cartoon section on either the 30th or 1st. Just need to finish editing it and it's golden. Pretty sure you'll like the outcome too. It's about 55 chapters long, plus an introduction to the world. Just letting you all know. ;]