There was the sounds of a self-inflicted scuffle, then the dorr clicked open slightly and out of a still to small crack Katalyn fell out, hitting the ground and then looking down, gasping.
"My legs," she groaned, staring at the swirling dark that were where her legs should be.
Finally they slowly started to reappear, and Kat sighed, then blinked and looked around.
"Huh? Where are we?" she asked, then shuddered. Wherever she'd ended up, it was cold and windy.
Brenda regarded her bemusedly from where she stood invisible in her cloaking feild, then spoke, voice seeming to come from all around.
"Tell me Clara's not in the trunk."
"No. Wait. Oh, that's why it was bumpy last time," she blinked and frowned, turning on shakey legs and crawling to the edge, peeking down. "No. I can go shadow, but I can't see while I'm dispersed no more. We're on a roof? #^$@ it's cold."
"I'm good." She watched a police helicopter go overhead.
"Ok," she sighed, then looked up. "Alfred and Leslie know you're out?"
"No." Amusement trembled in her voice.
"I'm teaching you what I know." Brenda's voice was low and absent.
"But... what did you do? I mena, when you patrolled and stuff."
Brenda looked up, then nodded toward a tiny green light that buzzed slowly across the sky. "Space ship."
"Should we go investigate?" Kat perked.
"No." She watched it easily.
"He was a clone." It was a low Bat growl. "No one needs to know this, Nightlife."
She started, then bowed her head.
"Yes ma'am," she said softly. "I promise, I won't tell anybody."
"Thank you." She blinked as the word came from her mouth.
"It's what I do,' the girl turned and went away from her, going to the edge of the roof and crouching, looking down and around at the city.
"Not that I'm aware of. Why?" Her gaze returned to the city lights.
"Just wondering if I had to go," she mumbled. Then she blinked and frowned.
"You gonna marry him?"
Her first impulse was to Glare. But instead she just said quietly, "I haven't thought of it."
"No," came the annoyed doctor's voice. "Where are you, young lady? And why are two of your wards and the Batmobile gone as well?"
"I needed to think. Probably because Clara hasn't realized how to jimmy the Tumbler locks yet. And I have the car." Brenda scowled beneath the cowl.
"Why are the other two gone? Are they with you?" Leslie sounded just as annoyed.
Brenda quirked a brow. "And I'm a grown woman, Leslie. I gave my word."
-And you don't need to worry about my keeping it,- she didn't add.
"Alright alright," the woman sighed. "Well, don't stay out too late, please. I'll see you all when you get home."
And with that she hung up. Beneath her cape Katalyn blinked and curled around herself, not sure if it was better to be close to the Bat or not.
"Please don't try doing that without permission in future." Brenda looked down to be sure she was adequately sheltered.