I slammed the door shut and locked all the windows. "Hay kid, what's wrong?" Asked Selina in a slight panic. I hesatently answerd "i-its nothing".  She sighed and walked over to be both of us sitting on the couch. "When I was a kid my mom killed her self and my dad," I looked up at her, but she was looking else ware. "I ran out of the house so I won't get in to the foster care system...Lived my life on the streets, I had my way around so I was fine, but here in Gotham there are only so few people you can truly trust. Learning to steal was my thing. It's how I survived, lived" she then looked at me.

"Will running be your thing?" I looked down at the floor and my red bag. I sighed. "I died when I was 12, joker beat me to death with a crow bar like the Jason Todd of this Earth. But instead of dieing from a bomb I bled to death and was dumped in the Lazarus pit." Selina looked at her with curiosity. "It's a pot of life".

"What happend to your mom?" Asked Catwoman. "My mom died during child birth. My father loved her"
Selina was in a mixture of simipithy and curiocity. "Jason is your father on that earth and you saw him at the mall" she concluded. I