A rooftop chat.

"Not here," Batman whispered.

"Too kinky to fuck me on the rooftop?" Catwoman purred. "We've done it before..."

"Red Robin is behind us," he replied just as his adoptive son climbed up through the skylight.

"I guess it would be awkward if he watched," she smirked. "He's legal age, right?"

"Yes and yes," the Dark Knight answered her before turning around to face Red Robin.

"Everyone and everything is ready for the cops when they finally arrive," Tim reported to Batman.

"I'm going on patrol with Catwoman," Batman muttered.

Red Robin eyed the Batman and then Catwoman before shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I'm going to go on patrol with Spoiler."

"Oh, she's a cutie," Catwoman noted. "Have fun on patrol!"

"Same with you," Red Robin said with a knowing smile before firing his grappling gun and propelling away into the night.

"Your son is a good boy," Selina said, tippy toeing to kiss him. "You shouldn't be so hard on him."

"I have to because criminals won't go easy on him," Batman whispered, looking down at her. "They only understand three things -- money, power, and fear -- and I have all three."

"And what about your youngest?" Selina inquired, unwrapping her whip from her waist.

"He is fearless. He takes after his mother," Bruce said while he unholstered his grappling gun from his utility belt. "Where are we going?"

"Just follow me," she replied, lashing out her whip before swinging across the alley and landing on a nearby fire escape.