It's been a week ever since Al saved you from that group of muggers in the alley. You were a child, a child that hasn't muttered a single word to him. Calling you interesting would be a understatement. No, you were far above the concept of interest, Al wasn't sure how to feel about you treading to his alleys every night after the incident.

"Don't you have a warm house and bed to be in, Kid?" Al asks as his cape flaps in the cold New York wind. You weren't his child, but he wasn't going to leave you unattended, especially not in these alleys, this late at night. "What are you doing now?" he asks as he sees floating bricks in the air, only then does he realize you have telepathic powers. "Jesus..." He mutters to himself as he looks at you move the bricks with your mind. There was more to you then he realized.