Mckenna Ava Tennyson walked through the Star City streets, ignoring the growling of her stomach as she walked around trying to figure out who her next pickpocket victim would be. She spotted Oliver Queen and put her head down, walking in such a way that she'd 'accidentally bump into him' and his wallet would end up in her small, greasy-gloved hands. Call her selfish, but she'd learned to survive on pickpocket money ever since Green Arrow and his little gang started fending for the city. And she was hungry, and in desperate need of clean clothes! It wasn't like she planned to never return his wallet, or use his credit cards. She only used cash; it was her way of being nice to the people she stole from.

When she 'bumped' into him and took his wallet, she said, "Sorry Mr. Queen. I didn't look where I was going."

He shrugged her off, putting a hand on her shoulder and saying, "It's okay kid. Just get home before dark and we'll call it good."

She nodded, running off towards her 'home', only she didn't go home. She went to a children's clothing store and bought some clean t-shirts, jeans, and underwear. Thankfully, she had plenty left over to fill her fridge and pantries. As soon as she had her groceries, she went to her usual living space; an old, abandoned apartment on the shady side of Star City. It wasn't much of a life, and she knew that, but she, like all of the living rough kids in the city, was just doing what she could to survive.

She made herself a cheese sandwich, and went dumpster diving again. The dumpster behind her apartment building always had great books that kept her occupied. She found lots of books in the 'Dragons of Pern' series, the 'Little House in the Big Woods' series, and the 'Junie B. Jones' series, and began to read the first of her books; 'Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren'.

She'd gotten halfway through the book when Oliver queen came into the living room with a cop. "That's her officer." He explained.

Mckenna tried to run away, but the cop's longer legs caught up with her, forcing her arms behind her back, and cuffing her.

"Mckenna Tennyson, you are under arrest in the name of the law. You have the right to remain silent. If you void your right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of juvenile law.

Star City Police Station

Oliver watched as they tried to interrogate the little girl. She kept using the same answers every time to answer why she'd turned to a life of crime.

She was an unwanted orphan. She never stayed in one home for too long, so she left the foster system and became a thief to support herself. When Green Arrow, Speedy, and Black Canary started showing up, it became too difficult to maintain that life style, so she became a pickpocket. She always left behind the credit and bank cards when she returned the wallets to be nice. She had Christian beliefs, and begged God for forgiveness for her sins every night after when she stole from people, and when she had some time where she didn't have too, she'd pray for the other rough-living kids in the neighborhood.

She used the same exact story every time that she was asked, and once the cops were out of the room, she took out a rosary and held it close to her heart, humming a song from the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I don't know if you can hear me,

Or if you're even there,

I don't know if you would listen,

To an orphan's prayer,

Yes, I know; I'm just an outcast,

I shouldn't speak to you,

Still I see your face and wonder,

Were you once an outcast, too?

Oliver paused his talk with Dinah to look in on the small blonde, hearing her singing, noticing the rosary in her hand and keeping his eyes on her.

God help the outcasts, hungry from birth,

Show them the mercy, they don't get on earth,

God help my people, we look to you still,

God help the outcasts, or nobody will,

She hummed softly, holding the rosary tighter in her hands. Dinah sighed, knowing what Oliver saw; a talented young girl that had no home, no family, and now, no happiness.

I ask for nothing; I can get by,

But I know so many, less lucky than I,

Please help my people, the poor and downtrod,

I thought we all were, the children of God,

God help the outcasts, children, of God,

As the seven-year-old started to put the necklace back into her pocket, and officer came in and started to take the necklace from her, saying it was needed as evidence.

"No!" She screamed. "It's all that I have of my birth family; please!"

Oliver stepped in at this moment and said, "Give it back to her; I'm dropping the charges."

Mckenna and the cop both stared at the billionaire in shock.

"You sure Mr. Queen?" the cop asked.

Ollie nodded, taking the rosary from the cop and giving it back to Mckenna.

"Thank you." The small girl breathed. "Thank you so much."

"Mckenna," she turned her attention to Dinah. "How would you like to come stay with me and Oliver at Queen Manor?"

She looked away, not wanting to trust the woman before her. Every family that she'd been in had come off as sweet and caring, but eventually, they all gave her up and sent her away to another home. Because of this, she'd learned to rely only on herself; to not bother with anybody else, because they'd all let her down eventually.

Then again… Nobody had ever stood up for her the way that Mr. Queen had just done. She stood up from where she sat on her knees and said, "On one condition. You have to promise that you'll never, ever send me away to another home; ever."

Dinah nodded. "Of course Mckenna. I promise."

After Mckenna had gotten everything back from the cops, she followed Dinah and Oliver back to her apartment, where she gathered all of her clothes, and then went with them back to Queen Manor.

She'd never understood why rich people needed such large houses; it didn't make sense to her. They rarely invited people over, they usually lived by themselves with very few companions, and they really didn't need that much space. Why couldn't they let people use the mansions as orphanages? It would make far more sense than living on their own, at least in Mckenna's mind.

The room wasn't anything special other than the size, and probably designer everything else. The walls had dark purple wall paper, and the floor was lined with soft, fluffy white carpet. The bed was a kingsize, and had medium blue blankets and white sheets.

Mckenna didn't really eat much with her new 'family'; barely got half a hot dog down before deciding to go to bed. She put on a bright purple nightgown that completely contrasted the room, put her rosary around her neck, and then went to bed.

She had a family… Or, at least for now. It really depended on whether or not she chose to stay, and if they could find a way to get her guard down; to show that they truly cared about her.