"You can't diss my home," she sobbed. "It's all I got. I don't got no other place. I ain't rich. You can't diss my home!"

There was a sudden bump from above, then the sound of something tumbling down the wall. A moment later, out a small hole in the wall, a slightly scruffy, dust-covered kitten wearing a Bat costume of her own appeared, looking out and mewing. She blinked at Bruce, then looked over at Katalyn and bolted for her, meweing loudly in sympathy and licking her cheeks.

Still overcome Katalyn's hands shook as she grabbed the kitty and held her close.