Fresh air hit Selina's face, a new scent of a new city she wasn't used to. But right now, she needed a new start.

      The air was different, good. She was used to the toxic pollution of Gotham, thick clouds with screams filling the air. Prostitutes roaming the streets along with mobsters and thieves...thieves like Selina Marie Kyle.

      She was born in Gotham and self raised there. Her mother left when she was five, promising to come back.

      Maria Kyle never returned.

      Selina remembered crying a lot, being distraught over her mother leaving her. But being alone on the streets, she had to learn fast.

      When grown men stroked her long curls while offering her a place to stay, when people pushed her to the ground and spat at her, when they tempted her with food before laughing in her face and leaving her hungry, she learned.

      Don't ever trust anyone. It'll only get you hurt.

      So Selina clawed the man who touched her, she kicked the people who pushed her down, and she stole the food from those who taunted her and then their wallets. And sometimes, she killed just to survive another day and repeated the process all over again.

      She grew wild and untamed, a child who didn't play nice. Who hardly spoke and hissed at others, put on a smile and lied through her teeth before robbing people blind.

      The thief hid her beauty with dirt and grime, her short curls underneath her hood and covered by her night vision goggles. Her catlike green eyes held malice but often times it lacked emotion. She wore the face of a girl who watched a man die and smiled over his corpse.

      This was a game of survival to Selina. And she was more than determined to win.

      But to win, she needed to work her sticky hands to the top. How else could you do that than to work with gangsters?

      At first, they laughed. A tiny girl, no more than four feet and ten inches, wanted to be in a gang? It was laughable, Selina would agree. But she proved her worth when she revealed the wallet of the gang leader with a smirk.

      Rather than getting a bullet to the center of her head, she got a job.

      Selina spent the next few months with the gang, getting paid more than she's ever stolen in years. But she still felt incomplete.

     Maybe she knew that she was just a pawn on their chessboard. That she could've dropped dead and they wouldn't bat an eye. She was nothing to them and they were nothing to her. So when a rivaled gang attacked them, she left them for dead and ran.

      She had robbed a bank a few days before, not telling the gang because she wanted the money for herself. Gotham was filled to the brim with nothing but crime and murder. There was nothing anyone could do about it, not even the Batman.

      It was time to start anew. To leave Gotham. To make something of herself before coming back.

      Selina didn't know what she was trying to prove. Maybe that she was more than just a piece of gutter trash, a homeless street thief. But maybe she also wanted to prove something to the people who didn't give a shit about her. To her mother.

      So she packed what little of her things she had, all her money, and left Gotham City.

      And just five days after turning fourteen years old, Selina managed to arrive in Philadelphia. A part of her wondered if she should've just stayed in Gotham. She was starting to work her way there and now she had to start from zero all over again. But in one swift motion, she pickpocketed a man in front of her, shoving his wallet in her pocket.

      She walked away before checking the wallet, finding a wad of cash. Perfect. She could finally see what a Philly cheesesteak tasted like. The thief still had more cash in her bags, all stolen. But she would save that for a rainy day.

      Let's see how Selina could take Philadelphia by the reigns.