Selina’s not your biological mother, but she’s never cared about that. She’s been your mom since she found you in that park, abandoned, so many years ago. You’re her kid.

“I know, I know, leftovers again,” she says, placing the plate in front of you. “I promise we’ll have something other than half-heated pizza tomorrow.”

Because she has a heist planned tomorrow. One that’ll secure you and her for a while. She’ll be able to buy you some clothes, and you’ll have whatever you want to eat.