“Come on Kitten. Just turn the nob one more-“ Click. “Oh! Good job darling! You’re better than I ever was at your age.”

She stroked your hair and kissed your forehead, then opened the safe and pocketed the jewels.

Selina was an amazing mother. Sure, teaching your child to steal wasn’t the greatest idea, but you were perfect! Small, smart, wily, and oh so reminiscent of her.

You were her kid of course!

She took you back home and the two of you curled on the couch, your cats curling themselves around the two of you in tern.

When you woke in the morning, you couldn’t help but let out a little scream. Jason was standing in-front of the couch, a cocky grin on his lips.

Oh right. Your dad had custody for the week. You groaned as your adoptive brother held the bag of jewels in-front of your face.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Bruce’s one and only daughter stealing? That’s not gonna bode well. Might even ground you again.”

You glared at the smug bastard and your other siblings as Selina made breakfast for all of you.

“Can’t I stay mom?” You pleaded as you did every time. She just laughed and gave you a wink.

“You’ll be fine kitty. I have to go on a trip and daddy doesn’t trust you by yourself. You’ll be fine my love.”