Lessons in Gotham

Hurting him… He deserved it. “Can you teach me how to fight?” “Yes.

I can.” “I’m Bruce.” The first time I met Kat, she was standing

in my living room, twirling a piece of porcelain between her fingers. It caught the light

as it spun. “It’s from China,” I told her. “Ming dynasty.” She snorted.

“You can get the same thing for five dollars in China.” “Five dollars?” I repeated.

Her blunt honesty made me smile. There was something strangely endearing about it.

I introduced myself, and she shrugged. “Everyone calls me Cat.” I was genuinely

glad I’d met her that day. Alfred had been teaching me how to box when she