Hello internet people! Well, I was surfing the internet the other day and I came across something that I instantly fell in love with. It was this brilliant AU character called "Catlad". Basically it's Tim Drake (aka the Red Robin and my favorite Robin) if he was taught by Selina Kyle instead of Bruce Wayne.

After reading as many fics as I could, I decided to write one myself. I don't know how many chapters I will make. Also, as I have not planned much, I am going to rate it "T" for now to be safe.

Anyway, I don't own these characters, DC does.

Selina Kyle walked down the alley of the city of Gotham with a certain familiarity. Gotham was as much her territory as it was Batman's, and a cat knows it territory. She knew these streets better then anyone else.

A crash broke the silence of the alley. Selina prepared to have to fight. Gotham was rarely a safe place, even in the middle of the day. She relaxed her mind as her eyes focused towards the origin of the sound and her ears listen for possible attacker. She saw something move.

A tiny person appeared form the shadows. He was a little boy who looked no more then five or six years old. Dirt and grime covered him from head to toe, blue eyes shining through. The black hair on his head was messy and had bits of trash in it. The boy was dressed in nothing more then a torn and dirty pair of pajamas. He looked to Selina like a sad kitten, watching her with a look of curiosity as if he wanted to see what she would do. There was something else in his eyes, something Selina was familiar with. It was and aching sense of sad loneliness.

She knelt down to be eye level with the boy. "Don't be afraid, little stray. I won t hurt you," Selina spoke with a soft voice.

The boy hesitated a bit but took a step towards her.

"What do you want?" he spoke with a sense of maturity.

Selina smiled, a rare real smile as apposed to a smirk. "I just want to talk."

The boy looked at Selina wearily, but he didn't run.

"How long have you been out here?"

The boy looked at the ground. "I don't know."

"Where are you're mommy and daddy?"

"They blew up."

She paused at this.

Selina was never that good at comforting people. "I'm sorry," she finally said.

The boy shifted where he stood.

"You know, my parents are gone too," said Selina.

He looked at her. "Really?"

"Yes."
She moves a bit closer, careful to maintain her calm. The boy does not run. Selina takes this as a good sign.

"Are you hungry, little kitten? If you are, I was on my way to get food."

The boy hesitated. Selina couldn't help but smirk internally at the calculating look in his eye, as if he was thinking of every possibility.

"It's just dinner, right? You're not taking me to the cops are anything, right?"

Selina smirked, "Don't worry. No one will be going to the cops."

"OK then."

The boy held his hand out.

Selina stood up and took it.

"What's your name, kitten?"

"Timothy Drake."

"You can call me Selina, Tim."

There it is. Remember, comments equal love.