An abandoned warehouse

Or a safe haven

It depends on which eyes you tell it from.

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-Gotham's Abandoned Industries complex -

Sounds of punching bags being hit ...simultaneously.... echoed throughout the building. Three figures stood side by side, each giving the punching bags brute force. Their hands were wrapped with bandages, now loosened or ripped. One session, two session, three session, they kept on punching. Sweats dripped along their perfected punches, pants were barely audible.

A woman in her late twenties walked in, a stopwatch in hand.

"And............ Stop. Great sessions kids!" She clapped her hands once and nodded her head, pleased with their results.

"Thank you mother." They all smiled at her arrival, happy that they've pleased her.

One by one came up to her and gave her a warm hug. She ruffled their oily hair and cracked a smile.

"Get yourselves cooled down, we're having lunch after this. "

"What're you cooking?" The youngest one asked, her pony tail bobbed as she gripped the woman's hand.

"Depends, is it Sunday already?" she smirked while tapping her chin.

"It is mother!" The middle one chuckled as his forest eyes shone with excitement.

"I bet you're tired. I recommend we order some pizzas instead, I called dips on the Pepperoni special!" The oldest one chimed in, already placing her order.

"But we've just had that last week!" her siblings whined, protests were heard as the woman slide to the kitchen leaving the kids in a heated argument.

She opened the fridge and began to prepared their lunch.

"Kids, do me a favour and do the rest of the routine. Be sure to wash up too." She whistles and the three stopped. Immediately obeying her command.

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-Somewhere along the Gotham's busy streets -

A little bird trudged along the busy streets of Gotham, his hands sank deep into his pockets. His hands were getting clammy, his vision blurred. It's been exactly two days since he saw the woman's death. Two days of thinking about what he would do then. Two days of his stomach being somewhat full. And now, he decided that it's only appropriate to bend some rules in this twisted world.

He doesn't want to do it,

But he has to.

So he could survive.

'Stealing is wrong, but what other choice do I have?' He sighed and smiled bitterly.

Lately it's all that he's been doing.

Sighing

Smiling bitterly

No laughs

Just some dark chuckles here and there

The little boy inside him was long gone. Taken away by the series of unfortunate events.

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He looked around the busy street, examining his surroundings. He's not going to robbed any person who doesn't deserve it. He's going to rob those who does. He won't go for the poor, he will go for the rich and spoiled. It's unfair how someone could have so much wealth and just show it around without any thought on sharing, giving it to the ones who truly needed it.

The air was cold and untrustworthy, clouds hanging dangerously thick, and the sound of faint thunders were heard. 'Rain' Ever since he ran away, it's been a rather usual sight for him. The rain would greet him and passed after a while.

It's funny how you could hate something but love it at the same time. Like the little bird and the rain. He never thought that he would hate the rain. But he did. And he never thought to love the rain as well. But he did. The rain was there. The rain was everywhere.

The rain poured down when he decided to run, the rain poured down when he struggled to survive, the rain poured down when he saw the woman's death, and the rain poured down when he finally faced the unfair reality.

The rain seemed to always accompanied him in his bitter times.

Always.

And now, it's going to accompany his first ever crime.

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Thunder boomed in and a drizzle came down. Making the crowd go faster, giving him the advantage of mobility. He spotted a man with a sophisticated look. He had an expensive looking suit on, a branded watch, and he's currently on the phone. From the looks of it, it was a brand new phone. While walking, it was also seen to him that he had a bulge underneath his pocket. Possibly a wallet.  He hated the man's outlook already, and the snobby look on his face made him despise him even more.

The little bird squinted his eyes and nodded to himself.

'This is it. This is the one'

Breathing in, the little bird felt somewhat relieved that he had learn about pickpocketing from a fellow circus act. He was no ordinary fellow, he'd survived in the streets before joining the circus long ago. He taught him that there are no such thing as an impossible steal. He'd taught him the tricks, the moves, and the distractions required in order to do so.

The little bird was basically a prodigy at it, mastering the arts of stealing by a span of a few moths. But once his parents found out, he was forced to stop. Though in his spare time, he does it quite a lot. But as he succeeded, he'd give it back again. Unnoticed.

But this time was different.

He won't give it back.

Ever.

Approaching the man, he took a rigid step and stumbled at him. His leg touching the man's thigh as he took out the thing from his pocket. And with a lightning fast move, he hid it into his jacket.

"Sorry sir!" he apologised , bowing his head repeatedly at the man.

The man just scoffs and breathed "Street rats." seeing the boy's dirtied up clothing and continued on  walking. Leaving the bird alone.

He looked at the man who's figure disappeared into the crowd. Not wasting anymore time, he shrugged and blended into the crowd as well. Disappearing out of sight.

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The drizzle finally turned into a shower.

It was now raining again. Just like before.

A dark smirk crept to his face as he solemnly stares at his new catch.

The man's wallet.

He had done it.

He had succeeded at his first ever crime.

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(A/N): Finishing this up before studying because I wanted to. What? Aren't you happy that I finally updated this fellow???

Sorry for the lack of updates. But I promise, as soon as the tests are over. I'll update faster. (probably)

Also, this may seem weird that he's a pick pocketer..... But the case is:

-He learned it for fun.

-What else do you think he'll be doing in the circus?                                                                                    He's bound to learn at least a few things from his fellow acts! Like.... I would do that actually.

-For an 8 years old this is not impossible. Plus he's a prodigy, he's smart and talented from the start. So I think it's safe to assume he could learn the arts of stealing..... Right?

-Lastly, it's basically the only thing he knew except from doing his acts. Not really an upper hand if I might say. Just enough for him not to be dead.

So....... YUP. :P

Stay whelmed about it ok? Okay.....? Okay!

Batma-thing.....

OUT!