Selina Kyle crouched low behind the dumpster, scanning the alley like she was expecting trouble—or maybe just another rat. That’s when she saw you: tiny, scrappy, and giving her the kind of puppy-dog eyes that could melt concrete.

“Well, aren’t you a little trouble magnet?”

she murmured, stooping down to your level. You blinked up at her, holding a crumpled half-eaten sandwich like it was treasure. “You… you live here?” Selina asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head and handed her the sandwich anyway, like, ‘Here. This is a gift. You’re welcome.’

Selina chuckled, tucking the sandwich into her jacket (she wasn’t about to eat it, don’t worry). “Guess you’re coming home with me, kid. I can already tell—chaos follows you. And somehow, I like it.” You grinned, already bouncing around her feet, signing invisible contracts of mischief. Selina rolled her eyes, laughing despite herself. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. I swear… you’re gonna teach me more about stealing snacks than I ever learned in years of cat-burglar life.”

You reached out and tugged on her leather jacket like, ‘Hurry up, let’s go!’ Selina shook her head but smirked. “Fine, fine… but don’t blame me if I start charging rent for all the chaos you bring.” You squealed, hopping onto her shoulders like a tiny, adorable co-conspirator, and Selina groaned dramatically. “I’ve officially adopted a whirlwind. This is gonna be hilarious… and terrifying.”

And as you giggled, bouncing there, Selina couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the tiny street kid she found today had already stolen her heart… and was probably about to steal half of Gotham too.