Selina knew it was stupid, but she had the time so why shouldn’t she go back? They wouldn’t look for her there, would they? She disappeared into the dark, broken doorway of the family home, creeping around broken pieces of glass photographs and ripped up expensive coats of her father’s. She went…
Robin was not a happy boy. He’d tried getting in touch with Catwoman numerous times over the past few days to no avail, and it hadn’t taken much detective work to see the added stiffness in Batman’s jaw, or the way he had sharply reacted when Alfred had mentioned Selina. He was worried. He’d never say so, but it was obvious to Tim, and it made him worry even more. After running through hundreds of locations, checking every safe house - hell, he’d staked out Nigma and Crane’s place for days - one place had finally presented itself to him as the only remaining logical option for her whereabouts. Now that he thought of it, it had been the only logical option all along.
Wandering up to the house, he felt an intense pang of sadness at seeing it in its current condition. The difference between now and the last time he’d been here was startling, even jarring. He couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to see your childhood home in this state, especially when it was such an embodiment of everything that meant something to Selina… not for the first time, he found himself almost overcome with sympathy. But he distanced himself from his emotions and plowed on. With every step it became harder to remove himself, however, and looking at the smashed frames of family portraits, the smell of rot already setting in, the crumpled body… the crumpled body.
Panic momentarily washing over him, the teenager’s analytic mode slipped into first gear as he crouched beside her, affording him some rationality. Checking her pulse and inspecting her wounds, he realized that she was still alive and that, even better, she could make it if given proper medical care. Pushing his hand down firmly on the wound, he used his other arm to cradle her. “Selina. Selina. If you can hear me, I need you to wake up, okay? Open your eyes, blink for me, anything! You’re going to be okay, we’re going to get you help, Batman should be here and…” realizing he was waffling, and that desperation was creeping into his voice, Robin steeled himself. Panicking would cost them time, and time wasn’t something they could afford to waste.