It was a normal, quiet day, a bit cold but the perfect temperature to run around and get things done comfortably. You were a small child, but old and smart enough to live on your own. You were on your own, homeless, orphaned, and doing your best to stay away from people that would forced you to get fostered, since people in Gotham aren't so.. parental. You knew from past experiences..

As you stole a large comfortable blanket, you felt as if you were getting followed, but the presence didn't feel evil/bad, but all you wanted was to get your new blanket in the place where you called home, a semi-abandoned, small motel with only 5 rooms. The other 4 were occupied by a homeless veteran, a male drug dealer, a runaway female teen, and a lady stripper and her dog. They all took care of you, especially making sure you were safe. They were your family.

You just kept on walking, still getting the feeling that you were getting followed..