DC owns everything but Rogue. He's mine.

This means Flashback

'This means someone is thinking'

How had this happened? Her life had changed forever when she took him in. And she thought it had been for the better too. A life as one of the greatest thieves in Gotham with her son and side-kick. But oh how that changed when Batman and Nightwing showed up with that offer.

"You can't keep him in this life Selina. It will ruin him, and I know you don't want that for him. You've seen what the streets do to people." Batman tried to reason with her. Knowing he wasn't going to change her mind, he addressed her protégé. "What do you want Rogue?"

Selina stared at the window and thought about when she first met Rogue. The enigmatic 14-year old had stolen her heart when he first looked at her seven years before.

"Ugh!" Catwoman put everything she had into flipping the goon over her back. These guys were getting harder to put down time after time. She almost considered just ditching the jewel she was attempting to steal, but then again she did love a good challenge. She ducked under the next man's jab and brought her palm up and into the man's ribs before spinning behind him and drop kicking the guy. As she turned, a pair of arms wrapped around her arms and lifted her up while another man shot a hook to her jaw followed quickly by a jab to the nose and a strong uppercut to the stomach. Catwoman went limp and slipped a little, allowing her to kick the guy hitting her in the chest knocking him back, while slipping a needle out of her sleeve and jamming it into the man holding her. The guy let out a grunt of pain and loosened his hold, but it took a few more needles and a stomp on his ankle to get him to let go. Stepping forward, Catwoman swung from the hip and slapped the man's ear before using her palm to hit the guy in the stomach. Elbowing the guard in the nose, she side stepped to the left and slipped out another needle and jammed it into the man's thigh sending him stumbling towards the window. Jumping up, Catwoman kicked with both legs, hitting the man in the side, effectively sending him crashing into the pillar at the entrance. Smirking at her victory, Selina started walking towards the other door, only to hear a whimper. Craning her head around to hear, she listened for it again, but heard nothing. Shrugging, she continued walking to the safe when she heard it again. This time though, she heard it come from a door that led to the balcony. Approaching it slowly, she opened the door and saw a foot. Opening it wider she saw a small boy curled up in the far corner of the balcony. He looked up, and those eyes sent a shiver down Catwoman's spine. And she thought 'Why not take him home? He obviously needs some medical care, and he looks like he's freezing.' But why should she? It's not like she LIKES kids anyways, right?

Okay, she admits it. Her one primary weak spot is kids. It's not like she wanted it to happen. And she totally didn't plan on it. But still, Selina does have a soft spot. Just a little one…

"Hey, it's alright. I'm friendly." Catwoman cooed to the boy cowering in the corner." It's not like I bite."

"I..I..I'm not worried about that." The boy somehow stuttered out the words intelligibly. It looked like his jaw was dislocated, if not broken, and he had a few other scars on his bare chest and a few other fresh cuts on his arms. His shaggy black hair seriously needed to be cut, and he needed to put on a coat or a blanket or SOMETHING before he caught cold. The middle of November in Gotham was not a good time to be running around shirtless.

"Hey, tell you what. How about you let me take you to my place and I fix you up, okay? Put a couple of Band –Aids on those cuts on your arms. You can drink some coffee, and get warmed up. It'll be fine."

The kid still looked wary, but he made an effort to stand. It was visibly painful, and he slumped back down to the ground. Selina stepped forward to help him up when he growled. Literally growled, like an animal, deep and from his throat. She hesitated, and before she could do anything else he fixed his eyes on her. She couldn't see the color very well, but they were a dark color, grey or brown probably. They looked almost feral, and very dangerous. Catwoman stepped back away from the child and allowed him to try again. This time, he succeeded.

Yeah, right. A small soft spot. That's why after one night on the couch, she couldn't let him go. And she soon found out that this kid had frequent…mood swings. Bubbly and happy one second, moody and brooding the next. Sweet and caring, vicious and selfish, pitiful and helpless, angry and defiant. Like an erratic clock, every time an hour struck he switched character. Who was the real Rogue?

Sorry if Catwoman is OOC, I don't know that much about her. I'll probably be more accurate in later stuff.