As a poor orphan child in the wild streets of New York, robbing people was common for you.

Taking a buck or two from some rando walking by the newsies lodge was a daily thing, but you never got caught.

Until…

You were closely following behind some fancy-looking fella. About to grab his wallet, when he turned around, you holding his wallet which was still in his pocket. It was Darcy, the son of a very famous publisher.

“Umm..may I help you?”