Gotham. One week after the events with Light.

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He'd stopped by to see Alfred, and dropped off some oatmeal raisin cookies Barbara made. He'd had to dodge some local paparazzi before he doubled back to his planned route. The Gotham media's been hounding the Wayne and Grayson homes looking to get news of the health of the Wayne family's newest heir since the epidemic broke, and it gets old fast.

He's got another small package to deliver, and it's with that in mind - and a host of other, more complex emotions tugging him every which way of late - that he finds himself at the door of Selina's apartment. The distinctive bike he rides is well hidden a few alleys back.

Ding, dong.

Hopefully she's home.

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"Thank you."

Selina looks over at him, smiling in memory, before she leans over and ruffles his hair.

"So. Let me know when and I'll let your little girl run me around the room."

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The gesture brings back a host of memories for him.

Sure.

He polishes off his stolen cookie, and chuckles.

She needs to work on the walking thing first.

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"Oh, don't worry. It'll happen soon enough."

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And then we're all in trouble.

He grins, and steps backwards out of the kitchen.

Speaking of, I should probably head back home before Babs wonders if I've absconded with all the cookies.

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"It'll be amazing and you know it."

Selina grins at him and waves a hand in a wave.

"That would be a tragedy."

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For a little while, I wasn't sure I'd ever get to see it.

He pauses to look back at her as he opens the door.

Take care, Selina.

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"You too. You too."

Selina takes a bite of her cookie.