Somewhere in the East End of Gotham City, Selina Kyle sat on the floor of her little apartment. It wasn't much. In fact, it had never been much but it was all she ever had - for now.
Selina reached into the little black suede satchel...
Holly Robinson had spent many nights on the streets of Gotham wandering from one street to another - pick pocketing from both the rich and the slum. The subway station was the best - with its overly crowded herds of people during rush hour. It was easy - sometimes.
And after long days that turned into nights -she would have to find shelter. The summers in Gotham were no stress to her, it was the cold nights in Gotham that she found to be a challenge. Some nights she would ride the subway until the very last stop. She hated the shelters and would only resort to them if she was desperate. Ever since she had run way from the orphanage she avoided the shelter as best as she could and when she did go she usually tagged along with another wanderer when entering to avoid suspicion. There were plenty of nights that she found alternative shelter for the night - even once sneaking into the bathroom of a hotel.
After her usual route off the subway station she had spent some time wandering the streets of the East End district taking time to stop and look through the windows of the corner pawn shops to see all the forked over treasures that people would pawn. One store had a blue electric guitar and she would fantasize about playing it. One day, one day her life wouldn't be like this she would say to herself.
Holly stopped into a liquor store to buy one of those French vanilla cappuccinos that dispensed from the machine. Just perfect for a cold night like this. Holly was in and out of the little liquor store, making the effort to steal a couple of package goods on her way out.
Holly continued her walk in the East End district, stopping here and there to gaze at a few little shops as she sipped her cappuccino and inhaling one of those prepackaged blueberry muffins that you could only find at a gas station or liquor store. She stopped again to browse through an old antique store when she heard a rummaging in the alley near by. At first, she paid no attention but as the sound became increasing louder and when she heard the sound of a cry - she had no choice but to investigate.
At first it was nothing - from what she could see. She stood at the entrance of the alley hoping she would hear the sound that again. A few moments passed until she had heard it again. This time she made herself glance around the alley as she explored to seek out the noise that was echoing out. It took her a few seconds to realize what she had stumbled upon. But when she did, her cappuccino had plummeted to the ground as she noticed the silhouette of a body sprawled out among the mountain of black garbage bags. There laid out among the piles of old garbage was a body of Catwoman.
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It was all like a dream; the sound of bullets, the sound of glass being shattered as she launched herself through Lola's kitchen window. But it was more like a nightmare when she remembered the image of Lola being hung from the ceiling of her apartment. And when Selina awakened from the images and sounds that were haunting her in her dreams - she had seen a young girl sitting across from her on the opposite couch.
"Who the hell are you?!" Selina demanded. As she lurched up from the couch bawling her hand in to a fist.
"Whoa!" Holly said as she shielded her hands from her face.
