I was perched on the corner of Caldwell and 5th sitting on the rooftop watching some idiot with a gun threaten some other idiots who had been stupid enough to walk down a dark alley in Gotham City. Idiots.

My combat boots scuffed along the side of the building while I swung my legs against them. Selina was sitting over on the other side of the street, on the roof of the building where the robbery was going down. She was watching me. I couldn't see her expression, but I could guess what it said. She probably had that disapproving eyebrow raise. I stood up vaulted up to the power line post next the building I was on. Walking across the power line to its center, I grabbed my knife and cut the line behind me and swung the rest of the way to the alley. Rolling. Sliding. I took the feet out from under the robber. Standing just as the idiot couple who had thought this was a smart move to walk in a Gotham City alley, got smart and ran toward the safely lit street. I rolled again getting to my feet, grabbing the gun, and jumping on the top of a dumpster. I launched myself up to the bottom of the fire escape of the building Selina was crouched on. I did my best to maintain the momentum climbing up. If I didn't have the leather gloves on my hands would be in tatters.

I was breathing harder than I would have liked by the end of the climb. Selina had taken to lying down on the ledge, hanging her head over the edge. I leaned on the edge next to her. "So how was that?"

"You did well. Was it fun?" I could hear the smile in her voice. I watched the robber I had just fucked with slowly regain consciousness. He stumbled out the alley and had the good sense to not look for his gun in the process.

"Yea, it did." I rested my head on my arms and sighed. Selina Kyle aka Catwoman, she was no super hero, and she was no villain either. If you were to ask her, she would tell you she was free. I wanted that, and after she found me in the street half starved and nearly beaten to death, she became my family. If you were to ask her why she did it, I think she should say that she like strays. That's what she called me, her stray, I called her my sister. So after a few well placed bribes to city officials, and a bit of paperwork, I became Kristen Stray Kyle, yea double alliteration I know, but fuck going by my old name.

"Oh look it's boy wonder, and his big bad." Her laugh tinkled out, the sky was hazy, and disgustingly slow drizzle that characterized a New Jersey spring night started. She rolled her legs over head till she could use her tip toes to point to where she had spotted the two very indistinct black forms racing between buildings. "Let's go cause some trouble. It's bout time you meet the big bad bat anyway."

"You aren't going to actually introduce us are you!?" I was excited, she always talked about him, especially when he screwed up on of her heists that I wasn't allowed to participate in yet, something about protecting my innocence. Her laugh rained out, she rolled forward until she fell. Her whip licked out from her hand wrapping around the power line post I had just used. She swung forward on to the top roof. I followed. As I got in the rhythm of sprinting across rooftops, falling, swinging, climbing, repeat.

We had begun closing on where the Bats and the BW had stopped, in Gotham's business district, on one of the twenty story buildings lined with old gothic gargoyles and fucked up ledges stained by years of acid rain. The figures had disappeared around the corner. Selina ran along the ledge and stood there on the corner and cocked her hip out. I know that look, but I had only see her do it around a certain billionaire. Weird.

I jumped above her and swung up on one of the misshapen gargoyles that decorated the ledge above her. Midway through swinging up, I grabbed an adjacent window sill, and swung round the corner to get a look at whatever had stopped Selly. I nearly face planted directly into the groin of bird boy. I jumped up, nearly slipped off the stupid statue, but I caught myself. I glared at the short ass. He had dark hair and nice skin, but his jaw was set in this half smirk. His mischievous giggle gurgled out pretty quick after my mishap.

"What are you staring at, short stack?" I inflated, I was a good three or four inches taller than the bird brain. I was tall for ten years old. I glanced down and saw the black shadow of what I assumed was batman. The white specks that signed as his eyes in that cowl glanced up at me. I felt my face flare red. Thank god that my face was mostly covered by my black mask.

"Since when do you have a sidekick, Catwoman?" His voice sounded like he had a really bad cold. The white specks(his eyes) narrowed at me. Now I get it, that's where she gets her lecture tone. I knew that it wasn't hers when she first used it on me.

"Hey! I'm not a sidekick, I am family." His eyes narrowed even more. "I'm Nyx."

"I thought we agreed on Kitten." Selina piped in, she was just teasing me, but it was embarrassing that she did this in front of the biggest supy in Gotham.

"No, I get to pick the name."

"Well, Kitten, I am Robin." He put his hand out, he actually expected me to shake his hand, like we were supposed to be fucking friends. Talk about idiot. Boys are the biggest of them all. He even puffed himself up.

Selina leaned forward to press her hand on Batty's chest, he didn't resist for a second, it seemed too familiar for my tastes. Yeah we aren't really bad guys, but these guys were the ball and chain of the city, not good for free people.

"My name is Nyx, not kitten." I huffed.

"But you were so friendly."

"Come on Robin, we've wasted too much time here as it is." The idiot sidekick and B-Man as Aunt Harley calls him, used one of his fancy grapple guns and swung off, closely followed by his side kick. Me and Selly went home, only two blocks down, we snuck in the apartment terrace. The penthouse was nice, and we didn't even pay rent, apparently Selly knew something really embarrassing about the landlord's son or something. Had something to do with riddles. I stripped down and went to take a shower, it was three in the morning, and I had to be up tomorrow to go to class. Stupid class. I hated it, but Selina said she would only train me if I went and got good grades, she even got me into Gotham Academy somehow. Bet that Wayne guy had something to do with it.