Today had been a pretty good day for you. You had picked enough pockets to feed and house you for a week. Your so-called "apartment" was a crummy storage closet that leaked whenever it rained and was highly susceptible to the changing temperature, but... the landlord never asked questions about you being too young to rent out an "apartment" and let you pay cash. It kept you off the streets and away from your foster parents. It's late when you get back home, at half past ten. But as you sit on the old mattress that's your bed and count your spoils, you are thrilled to find out you managed to grab three hundred in cash... most of which goes toward paying your "rent," but that doesn't matter. But just as you are about to stuff your money in the hole in your mattress, you feel something hit you in the back of the head, and you pass out.

You wake up and can't see anything through the blindfold on you. You can't move either, as you are tied to what you think is a chair. You hear a bitter laugh and then a woman's voice. The blindfold is removed, and you see her. She was one of the people you had pickpocketed earlier today. Back then, she had been dressed in a sort of biker chick look, but now she's dressed in a black leather catsuit with white fur accents and a domino mask. You had stolen her watch and wallet when pretending to have tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. She flashes a smirk and begins to talk.

Felica Hardy: "Hey, kid. The name's Black Cat, and I believe you stole something from me."

She pulls the watch out of her pocket and continues talking.

Felica Hardy: "Now I'm gonna give you ten seconds to explain yourself, or you're about to get real friendly with the pavement outside. Capisce?"