A month passed since Selina left Gotham. Exactly thirty days since she's been in Philadelphia. It wasn't easy, she'll admit that. There were more cops who actually gave a damn and tried to chase her when she stole.

      But she had nearly nine years of practice. They would never catch her.

      The thief could've spent the first few nights at a motel, but she needed to preserve her money. She was fine with sleeping on the streets in alleyways. It was nothing to her.

      A bell rang as Selina entered a convenience store, signaling a new customer. The girl at the register didn't bother looking up, and she was fine with that. She preferred going unnoticed.

      The thief was fast to grab a pack of bubblegum and a handful Kit Kat's that went straight to her pocket. She, of course, made sure no one was looking, lingered a little longer before strolling out without even looking back.

      Another successful steal. Just the way she liked it.

      Being in Philadelphia was still so new to the curly-haired girl. But that wouldn't be a problem. She had fought worse odds, fought and killed to keep herself alive. Beating the odds that weren't in her favor was something she was good at.

      Selina adjusted the zipper of her black leather jacket, pulling it closer to her neck as a breeze of cool air hit her. It was April, of course it was still a bit cool. But she didn't need another jacket, she'd be fine. Gotham snow was worse than this.

      As the young thief of Gotham City walked, she spotted a comic book store. When was the last time she read a comic? She must've been five, but she sacrificed it to keep her little fire going on the alleyway.

      Why not give the store a peak?

      And so Selina walked in, her movements cautious and calculating as usual. There were a few people checking out the comics, mostly young teenagers like herself. As she browsed through the aisles, her nose wrinkling slightly at the Batman comics.

      He was okay, she supposed. But he couldn't fix Gotham by arresting villains. They needed to be killed.

      And why focus so much on the criminals? Why not help the children who lived on the streets? Get them a loving home, make sure they have food in their bellies, remind them that they are cared for and wanted.

      If Selina ever did amount to anything, she would surely go back to Gotham and help those kids like herself out.

     She paused when she saw a Superman comic, smiling a little. Now that was a hero she respected. Wearing a blue with a red cape, flying around. He wasn't even human, no, but she still respected him.

      The fourteen year old felt a pair of eyes on her, quickly turning her head. There was a boy on the opposite end of the aisle, wavy black hair and dark eyes. He paused when he noticed her looking back at him and was quick to look away.

      Good.

      She held the comic book in her hands before her green eyes scanned the area. She rapidly shoved the comic inside her jacket, strolling past the aisle and checking out the other comics. She didn't want to leave the store too quickly, it could raise suspicion.

      Selina almost considered snatching a Wonder Woman comic but decided to just stick with one. Maybe next time she'll add to her new collection.

      Soon she walked out of the comics store, just as she had done in the convinced store an hour earlier. Selina was about to keep walking and sit in an alleyway to read her free comic before she suddenly heard a voice behind her, "You a Supes fan?"

      She paused, turning around to see the same boy who was looking at her in the comic book store. It was the first time she realized that he was leaning against a crutch. The dirty blonde haired girl blinked a few times, surprised that this boy was actually talking to her. "Excuse me?"

      "Are you a Supes fan?" The shorter boy repeated his question, a soft smile on his lips. "I saw you checking out the Superman comic inside," he started, looking at her, "aaaaand I saw you put it inside your jacket."

      Shit. She would've sworn no one was looking. Her eyes widened slightly and she must've looked prepared to run away because the boy was speaking again. "No no, it's okay! I'm not gonna, like, say anything or turn you in. Comics aren't that cheap and I know not everyone can afford it. So your secret's safe with me."

      Well...that's not what Selina was expecting. She stared at him for a moment, expecting that he might want something in return, but there was understanding in his eyes.

      She was silent for a moment, looking down at her combat boots and then back at him. "Ummm...thanks." That was the first time she had ever thanked someone. No one ever helped her, yet this boy wasn't going to get her arrested just for stealing a comic book.

      He nodded quickly, still smiling at her as he adjusted his hold on his crutch. "Anytime! I am more of a Supes fan too. I mean, he's just great! With his super strength and laser eyes—and, and he can fly!" He was rambling now, words flowing from his lips. But it was cute.

      The curly-haired teenager giggled a little, nodding. "Yeah, he's pretty cool. So I guess I am a Supes girl." She said, rubbed the back of her neck.

      He continued smiling at her before his eyes widened slightly. "Crap, I have to be headed home...but I'm Freddy! Freddy Freeman!" He held his hand out to her.

      Selina stared at his hand for a moment before slowly shaking it. "Call me Cat." Was all she said. She didn't know if she could trust him, so he didn't need to know her real name.

      This seemed to be enough for Freddy, still smiling at her before pulling his hand away. "Well, it's nice meeting you, Cat! Maybe I'll see you around." There was some hope in his brown eyes, a look she certainly wasn't used to.

      "Yeah...yeah, maybe." Selina bit her bottom lip, pushing away her wild curls from her eyes. "See ya kid." She said before turning on her heel and walking away.

      She waited a few moments before turning around, seeing the boy still smiling at her before he started limping away to the opposite direction. The thief sighed a little before continuing her journey to the alleyway she was making as her home.

      She eventually sat down once she arrived, leaning her back against the dumpster and took out the comic book. She admired the cover before opening it and smiling again. God, she felt so young again, reading comics. It was weird...but she didn't mind.

      As Selina continued to read, the boy with the crutch ran through her mind. But she was certain that she'd never see him again...

      ...right?