“Kitten? Why don’t you come out?” Selina says lowly, keeping her voice soothing. She crouches near where you had squeezed yourself between a dumpster and an alley wall.

Selina had seen you before, and by now she knew that you were one of the many street kids in Gotham.

But something was different about you. You reminded Selina of her younger self more than she cared to admit.

She carefully extends a hand when she sees you get a fraction closer, “Can you tell me your name kid?”