I once saved a cat.
Back then, my little sister's cat was trapped in an old oak tree beside the Elbow River.
Unable to withstand Lina's endless pleading, I climbed the tree.
But when I reached out to it, it attacked me, just like any cornered animal.
It scratched me.
So I threw it into the river.
Even as it died, it never understood that I had only meant to save it.
—Lex Luthor.
"You can tell Aunt Selene trained her. She's ridiculously good at running away." While searching for Katrina, Nightwing had fallen into her trap. He hadn't been hurt, but several ropes had strung him up like a roast duck hanging in the room, and Barbara had even filmed him when she came to his rescue.
"How did you manage to get taken down by Katrina?" Roland asked Nightwing curiously.
"I just... let my guard down..." Nightwing said, looking embarrassed. "I didn't expect Katrina to attack me, either."
"I think you need to reflect on that," Batman said. "If it hadn't been Katrina, and your opponent had wanted to kill you, how would this have ended?"
"Uh... understood."
"Thankfully, Master Dick was unharmed." Alfred brought Nightwing a cup of hot tea.
"Thanks, Alfred." Nightwing accepted the cup.
"Let me look for her next," Barbara said eagerly. "Tim can guide me."
"Leave it to me." Tim nodded and tapped away at the keyboard. Countless tiny cameras hidden throughout Gotham City sprang into action.
"...Haven't you two swapped jobs?" Roland remarked.
"I think it'll work." Batman took a sip of black tea. "It's time you got some practice, too."
"Isn't this a little risky?" Roland asked. "That kitten is clearly looking for thrills. There's no telling what danger she might run into."
"We'll be watching from the Batcave, ready to