I was secretly Batman. It's not like I was Bruce Wayne, I was still myself, but I was also Batman (Which is funny, when you think about it, since the muscle difference is somewhat obvious. I'd make a rather skinny Batman). I was dating this really nice girl who I knew was secretly Catwoman. She didn't know I knew, but I knew. The girl (who wasn't referred to as Selina Kyle) also didn't look like any versions of Catwoman - she was somewhat short, thin and had black hair tied on a ponytail. I had a huge crush on her, and she seemed to like me a lot too.

Being Catwoman was apparently really hard on her - it turned out she wasn't exactly evil or much of a criminal: while she wasn't exactly "good", she was currently being forced to cooperate with other criminals. I feigned ignorance, but I knew they were watching her (and me as well, being her boyfriend). The villains would mingle with ordinary citizens, but I could still find out who were the bad guys. I soon found out there was some sort of trouble going on in the crime world. Criminals would approach other criminals and touch their index finger slightly, leaving a dead fly on top of it. The receiving criminal would usually gasp or react desperate or scared - I knew for a fact that it was a sign that a major crime mastermind was coming to town, someone powerful enough to make all big villains fear him. I wasn't sure who it was, but I thought about it being Beelzebub (The Lord of the Flies) or some other major villain (I actually had a name for him, but I don't remember now).

Already aware something fishy was going on, I wasn't so surprised when another criminal approached her and left the fly on her finger. She paled and when I asked her about it she tried changing the subject and tried to distract me by taking me somewhere else. I told her I probably already knew what it was all about, but still she didn't tell.

Some time (days?) later, we were sitting in a bookstore (?). I was eating. A man sneaks around close to me and puts a plastic dinosaur on the corner of my plate. I immediately stare back at him and notice he was staring menacingly at my girlfriend, before disappearing in the crowd. I understood what he meant - I knew the dinosaur belonged to her little brother. If she told me (or anyone else) the truth about the fly or anything else related to them, they would kill her brother and her family. She pretended everything was OK, but she was clearly devastated. I set my plate aside and chatted with her, while a man with a goatee and a mustache, as well as puffy curly black hair stood nearby checking books. He had a crazed look on his face, and I recognized him as a webcomic artist I knew (Possibly K. C. Green, though he looked nothing like him).

Catwoman suddenly looked even more worried. She piled a group of books and handed them to me. This was a present for me. I was pleased, but confused. Why this, all of a sudden? Almost crying, she asked if I didn't like her. I told her that of course I liked her. She didn't need to give me anything for me to like her. I liked (did I say "loved"?) her for who she was, not for the stuff she gave me. "But...", said she "...you didn't really like the book I gave you before, did you?" I remembered the book she'd given me in the past, and it was true, I hadn't really liked it, though I didn't tell her. I had to admit it. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't like you. You don't need to give me presents. I didn't even give you anything, you shouldn't do this." The crazed artist piped in, but I don't remember what he said. Still, I was impressed that such a strong, powerful girl would be so insecure.