Warning: This chapter is packing in the feels.

I sigh as I start the letters. Something tells me that Theo Galavan will be the death of me...quite literally. If I'm found dead I want the people I care about to have one last piece of me. First things first: Selina.

Dear Selina,

There is no easy way to say what I'm about to say, but it might be necessary. If you're reading this, then I'm sorry, but I'm dead. I can still remember the day you were left with me. You were so full of hope. I can't help but feel like I destroyed that hope. Just promise me several things:

Go to college. Please. I know you aren't fond of school, and honestly, I can't blame you. But I want you to get a job. An actual job. Not what I had.

Don't kill. It changes people. If it's self defense, then fine. But don't kill for the sake of it.

Avoid politics. In Gotham, being involved in politics is the same thing as announcing on a megaphone "Kill me in the most painful way possible."

I love you my little kitten. ~Anastasia Kyle

I know what your going to say: "No boy advice? What's the point?" Well, I'm more focused on her survival. I grab the next piece of paper and start writing.

Dear Ed,
If you're reading this, then I'm dead. I'm so sorry...for everything. For practically disappearing after my Sophomore year in college. For not telling you my feelings earlier. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to protect you from your dad. I'm sorry I won't be able to help you with him.

Well... I'm not sorry for everything I suppose.Remember that time I punched Kyle McLean (a/n: random name I came up with) in the face because he broke your glasses ? Yeah... I'm still proud of that. Oh, come on! I gave the jerk a black eye...give me a little credit.

I also don't regret meeting you. I remember asking you if I could sit next to you at lunch because you were sitting by yourself and I was new to the school. At the time I just couldn't understand why a cute boy like you was being avoided like he had the plague. And to be honest, I still don't quite understand. Ed, you are an amazing, brilliant person. One day the world will see just how brilliant you are. I'm just sorry that I won't be around to see that.

Just please promise me several things. 1. Please try to take care of Selina. She can be reckless and I worry. But don't forget to take care of yourself. I care about you too, you know.
2. Move on. I don't care if you hate me for suggesting this, it's something you need to do. For your health and safety, find someone new. Hell, leave Gotham if you truly need to.
3. Don't be stupid. For the smartest man I know, you can be pretty oblivious. Don't get yourself into trouble because you overthought something. Or would it be over think something? Sorry, I'm getting off track.
4. If the voices get worst, get help. I'm not saying that you have to tell them everything. But just enough so they can help you. Maybe don't do this while still in Gotham.

I hope that you will be purrfectly fine.
Sincerely,
Anastasia Kyle
Ps: Sorry for the cat pun.
Pss: Don't trust politicians. They're all hiding something...something like breaking out the Arkham inmates.

I raise my hand to wipe the tears threatening to spill as I pull out two more pieces of paper. Wait, what was that sound?