You were just a street kid. Average, scrawny, the usual Gotham child with a ruff home life, if one at all. However being a scrawny kid who grew up on the streets, you learned some.... Tricks. Like pickpocketing.

So there you were, walking into a store, getting a few dirty looks from workers, and a concerned look from a mother who was pushing her two toddlers in the shopping cart. One, a little girl that resembled her mother in everyway, to the cherry blond hair to the dimples, and the boy, a year older who was trying to grab every magnet near his hands. But that's not what caught your eyes. No, that was normal. What caught your eye was Alfred Pennyworth. Butler to the Waynes. Bruce Wayne! The guy was loaded. Surely, the butler had plenty too. So, you naturally walked past him, bumping into him, with your hand feeling in his coat pocket for a wallet. Even though he was just trying to check out.

"Paper or plastic?" Said the cashier.

"Paper would be fine-" Alfred replied before getting bumped into by you.

You didn't feel a wallet though. Not before his hand, surprisingly strong yet calm, grabbed your wrist. He looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. Almost like he was actually asking if you did that. He sighed. Surely another kid Bruce would adopt if given the chance. He might as well make it easy for the kid. Better to not tell Bruce about his shopping trip, and then after patrol show up with the same kid. Because no doubt that he would...

"Could you are that lunchable back in, I just remembered one of Master Bruce's other wards would gladly eat it." Alfred said, pulling you next to him no issue.

The cashier just did so, clearly not getting paid enough to care.