Batman hesitated. If things had changed, he might complicate things by going home immediately and confronting Selina and the others.
As he thought this, another memory flashed into his head.
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Batcave...
Earlier...
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“Bats, I love you, but you're being stubborn,” Catwoman said, pressing her absurdly huge breasts into his arm as she held out the plate of cookies.
“It's not that I don't love your cookies, Selina,” Bruce Wayne said, his Batman mask off (he didn't 'become' Batman until he was fully dressed). “There's some of the best I've had since my mother's. It's just that with the way I have to drive sometimes...”
Catwoman rolled her eyes. “Bruce,you, Robin, and Nightwing have been on a roll lately. Criminals are scared to come out at night for fear of the big black bat coming out and eating them. Plus, Joker and the others are all in Arkham. You're not gonna have to swerve, so take the damn plate.”
“Selina...” Bruce said, smiling despite himself.
“Alfred, Bruce is being a dink,”Catwoman said, giving the nearby butler an adorably pouty look.
Alfred, amused simply gave Bruce a pointed look.
Bruce rolled his eyes. “All right,all right,” he said, chuckling. “I'll take the cookies.”
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Now...
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Batman froze for a moment. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. The memory hadn't overridden an old one, it had simply appeared, making things convenient for him.
Batman ate another cookie. Goodness, these were fantastic. Had Selina always been capable of culinary feats like this, or was it just from being his wife and having access to mansion resources?
He got back into the car, and resolved to finish his patrol. Before he made his wish, he'd heard rumors of the Joker being up to something. And since he had Harley now instead of Joker, he wanted to investigate even more now. He'd noted in the past that Harley was a calming influence on Joker. If Batman had stolen Harley's affection from the Joker, then he might retaliate...