Selina ran a hand through her hair as she watched the kid she’d randomly took in with her cats. It had been a late night as Catwoman, and then she saw the kid, beaten and hungry and exhausted, and she couldn’t take it. So she’d quickly changed from Catwoman into her civilian self, came up to the child, and soon enough she had taken a kid in.

She’d ordered Chinese food, settled the kid down at her home, and once she realized what was really done, she was just tired. She could deal with kids, she knew, she took in Holly—and even if she couldn’t, Selina could just call Bruce. Or Alfred. Yeah, probably Alfred.

"Hey, kid," she finally murmured. "Food will be here soon, okay?” she said, sitting down on her couch, an exhausted look in her eyes. One of her cats quickly jumped onto her lap.