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*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*
My name is (Y/N) Kyle, daughter of Selina Kyle A.K.A Catwoman. My mother tried her best to keep me from her dangerous life style, to protect me but her blood ran through my veins as did my fathers, a bounty hunter who had been killed before my birth, and that blood drove me to the wild side.

I winced as I once again pricked myself with the needle I was using to sew my costume, after cutting the thread I held the costume in front of me to observe it. I grinned proudly, perfect. Putting the costume on I did myself a once over in the mirror.

It was much like my mother's though less revealing, mum was currently getting ready to go on another heist but before she could leave I stopped her. She turned to me eyes widening at the sight of my costume "what do you think?" I asked "darling I-" "I know what you're going to say mother, I love you and all but I need to do this! It's who I am".

She gave a deep sigh and nodded "then you're going to need these" in her hands were gloves, gloves with metal claws sewn onto the finger tips. I grinned and took them pulling them over my hands, I had a two pistols strapped to my thight just in case.

My mother had taught me how to shoot when I was younger, though I'm only thirteen it's a useful thing to know. My mother pulled the window open and stepped out climbing onto the fire escape, with a hand gesture she ushered me out. I shut the window behind me and we made our way to the roof tops.

Jumping and swinging across using my mother's whip we eventually made it to the museum. This heist would be a big one but my mother wanted me to start of with a big bang. If I couldn't handle this then I wouldn't be able to handle any of her other 'missions'.

My mother lifted the vent cover and climbed in, silently I followed. We crawled in the metal vents slowly knowing that going fast would make a noise. Mother stopped suddenly and pulled open the opening below her, peaking her head out she looked around before dropping down.

Once again I followed, surprisingly there were no guards in here except the ones standing outside the room. Sitting in the centre of the room was a pedestal. On the pedestal was a glass box and in the glass box was a diamond. A big one.

My mother stepped away and bowed "would you do the honours my dear?" she asked with a purr her accent coming through. I grinned "gladly" holding out my index finger, with the razor sharp tip I scratched through the glass.

Creating an 'O' shape large enough to pull the diamond out, with my finger tips I pulled off the glass and set it on the floor. Reaching inside I pulled out the diamond, the large crystal glinted in the lights of the room. I chucked it too my mother who caught it with ease.

With another command from Catwoman we were up and out on the rooftops, my mother looked around wearily. There was no one in sight "who are you looking for?" I questioned "the Batman" she replied her voice low.

I cocked a brow in interest "Batman? You think he's real?" she chuckled "I know he's real, I've seen him before" "well when we get home you're going to have to tell me everything about that then".

She turned to me with her familiar devilish grin "it would be an honour, darling daughter". After a few minutes we heard a yelling from inside the museum and the blaring of the alarm going off. That's what she was waiting for, the thrill.

With a cocky smirk she stumbled away "time to run dear" I grinned back and we ran off. My mother did a quick sprint she heeled boots making it slightly harder until she ran to the edge of the building kicking off and managed too barely make it to the other side.

She did a roll to lessen the harsh landing, standing back up and dusting herself off she yelled to me from the other building "hurry (Y/N)! Wouldn't want that bat to come".

I gulped and backed up before sprinting also, my own heeled boots made it difficult. I reached the edge of the building stepping onto the ledge I pushed myself off. There was no ground below me, just air and a very, very long drop. I gulped, I wasn't quick enough, I wouldn't make this jump.

My fingers barely caught the ledge of the other building "(Y/N)!" My mother yelled worried. Just as she was about to run over to help me a long wire wrapped itself around her waist and she was pulled away "NO!" she yelled thrashing.

"There's nowhere to go Catwoman, stop struggling" that voice, it was deep and hoarse. Rather ridiculous in all honesty, my mother didn't let up "why are you fighting so much?" the male with the weird voice asked "my daughter! My daughter!".

My grip began to loosen and I felt myself slipping, my feet hit the walls and I, in vain, tried to find something I could use as leverage. I let out a groan of pain at the feeling of the sharp edge of the building digging into my fingertips.

I looked up as I heard footsteps, looking down at me was a hooded figure. Their face unseen "get her up" the voice ordered. The hooded figure nodded and just as they leaned down to help my arms gave out and I could feel myself plummeting.