A/N: Hi again hope you like this chapter because I personally do.

Disclaimer: Do I have to say it? *hangs head miserabley* I DO NOT OWN YOUNG JUSTICE AND I PROBABLEY NEVER WILL!

GOTHAM CITY

SEPTEMBER 14 2013

12:34EDT

ADOPTED

She was running; again... Feet pounding against the concrete. It made on odd sight. A grubby young girl chasing a cat being chased by thugs. Or it would have been an odd sight if the city wasn't Gotham.

The cat skidded into a back street, yowling at the top of it's voice. A call for help; and back up. The girl followed her feline friend without thought or question. They had been running for a week now. Ever since the cops showed up at their temporary home. Now they were being chased by demented thugs, joy!

And to top it all off, it had started to rain. Not that it made much difference. The gloomy light played on gloomy streets where gloomy people walked around. All in all, a depressing sight. Not to mention that Tomcat hated the rain. But then, what cat didn't?

Splashing through various rubbish-filled-puddles, she hurtled down another alleyway. Sweat was mingling with the rain now. The yells from the gang were growing louder, reverberating inside her skull. Tomcat was leaping up a chain fence now. With a sense of growing defeat she followed. Bloodied fingers clawing at links to help her scramble up. Hauling herself over just in time to see the gang hurl themselves round the corner. Throwing a gloating smirk at them she scampered over, up a fire escape and onto the roof tops.

Anyone could travel in Gotham via the roofs if they were brave enough. It also helped if you knew gymnastics. The only sport Sophie had ever been good at. Leaping off one building to the next, she knew she had won that round. Now where was Tomcat taking her?

The rain was really starting to annoy her, soaking through her dirty jumpsuit, chilling her to the bone. Why did she seem to have the worst luck around? Tomcat was now sitting outside a window on a building taller than the one she was on.

"How the hell am I supposed to get up there?" she thought desperately as she watched her only friend crawl under the window.

With a sigh, she jumped towards the building, her hands reaching for a windowsill. She barley made it. The rain and sweat had made her hands slippery and it took her a while to get a good grip. With a successful grip on the window she hauled herself up and tried to calculate the best way to get to that window. It was obviously important for Tomcat to have led her here. But what was so important about some mangy apartment?

She couldn't go through the window she was outside of. It was dark and had a layer of dirt and grime covering it. That wasn't the main problem. The main problem was that the hinges were rusted shut. So no going through that way.

Another option was to climb up. Not exactly hard as the apartment block was falling into disrepair and she could see several places where bricks were missing. She could climb up but that would take a lot of effort for her already exhausted body. "But as they say, you don't get anywhere by being lazy" she thought as she rubbed some feeling back into her hands.

Carefully analysing her route to the window, she hooked her fingers into the cracks. With a deep breath she swung off the sill and managed to ease her foot into a hole. This process of swinging and climbing carried on for a few minutes. If she hadn't been physically drained and really sweaty she probably could have scaled the wall a lot quicker. But the weather and street gangs were not on her side today. After what seemed like an hour of finger breaking work and much swearing, Sophie climbed onto the sill where Tomcat had disappeared.

Looping her wrecked fingers around the bottom of the window, she pulled upwards. With an awful creak the window shuddered up enough for her to slide under.

What ever she had expected the apartment to be, it was not this. While she had been expecting a derelict dumpsite what she got instead was: soft floors, clean walls with various expensive looking paintings, lush furnishings and a beautiful woman lounging on a sofa. Curled in her arms was Tomcat.

That cat shot her a slightly reproachful look; as if to say 'what took you so long?'

Sophie flushed under her friends gaze. It probably didn't help that the woman was now looking straight at her.

"Now what do we have here?" she purred, getting up and walking towards Sophie. She kept her eyes on the ground, not looking at the woman whose home she just broke into.

"This cat brought you here. That in its self is strange. Well, kid? Are you a runaway?" she asked sharply, coming to stand in front of her. Sophie gathered her courage and looked into deep blue-green eyes. They looked at her with curiosity rather than hostility and Sophie took that as a good sign.

"My name is Sophie. I'm an orphan. I just escaped Gotham City Correctional Facility last month. I then found this cat and we've been taking care of each other since then." She said all this not once taking her eyes off this woman. She seemed important to Sophie though she had no idea why. When she had mentioned what she was and where she had escaped from, she saw empathy and sympathy in the woman's eyes.

"Just like...me" she whispered trailing off to look at the cat on the sofa. Her eyes then hardened and a fire of determination burning in her very being.

"Alright listen up kid. I don't expect you to know who or what I am but I won't let you out on those s streets again without some proper training". She glared down and Sophie and was obviously surprised by the smirk on her face.

"But I do know who you are Miss. You're Catwoman". It was a statement not a question. It had been so obvious to her as soon as Tomcat had led her to a fancy apartment in a rundown bit of the city. Catwoman, the Princess of Plunder, the most elusive cat burglar that Gotham P.D had ever had the pleasure of not meeting.

A grin spread across her face.

"Sure I am but at the moment, I'm just plain old Silena Kyle and if you're going to be trained by me you'll have to stay with me. So from now on I'm adopting you" she ruffled Sophie's hair. "Welcome Sophie Kyle".

Joy and disbelieve spread through Sophie and she leaned into the hand that was resting on her head. She was adopted. By Catwoman!

This was amazing!

And as she looked up into Catwoman's... no Silena's eyes she could see an acceptance that had been stolen from her the day her parents died.

GOTHAM CITY

DECEMBER 22 2013

22:00 EDT

TRAINING IS OVER

Three months. Three months of gruelling training by her new mother and she was now ready to go. Under the proper care of Silena, Sophie had grown and flourished under her mentors training. Sure she could be tough on her but Sophie knew that in Gotham: you're at you're best or you die. Simple as that.

But now up on the rooftops with Catwoman, in her own costume, with the adrenaline being pumped into her system she couldn't care less at how hard it had been to get here.

After convincing Silena to let her come with her, their first priority was her costume. It was similar to Silena's in the whole black cat suit thing; the only difference was that Sophie's had purple legs. Sophie also had a purple mini skirt attached to it, for fashion if not anything else. Her black cowl was similar to Catwoman's as she had cat ears sticking out at the top. This cowl however also showed her eyes which she had outlined in thick black eyeliner. Her wavy black hair was also free to flow down her shoulders.

Deep purple lipstick finished the effect. Oh and of course the traditional whip which was now being used to latch onto things so they could swing from building to building.

The thing with working with Catwoman is that she's a thief. But as Sophie found out, she only stole from those who could afford to lose something. That's why they were targeting The Johnson Corporation. The Johnson's were a very prosperous family but they had many different enterprises. At the moment they were focusing on genetics of animals, soft ware, and trying to buy up Wayne Industries. Good luck with that one buddy.

The thing about the Johnsons that got her mother riled up was the fact that they did very little charity work and spent most their money on their spoilt son and daughter. Lily and Robert Johnson. It was from them they were stealing that night.

The security wasn't hard to hack into. Mary had taught her a thing or two which had delighted Silena. Now Sophie was hacking into the security of Johnson Mansion, disabling motion and heat sensors, and putting the feed on a continuous loop. From the stakeouts they did it was obvious the guards didn't move much, and they had their undercover ops just last week to learn the layout of the building.

That was not fun. Having to pretend to be a maid to those stuck up brats. She honestly pitied house guests, especially that boy that had been forced to stay for two days.

With her job done, Catwoman began expertly dodging the spot beams and guards. She quickly found the easiest way for me to get to the house and she followed. Sophie almost got spotting but she managed to roll into a rose bush. With the signal from Catwoman she climbed out the bush and scarpered up to the walls. Her costume was scratched but that could be repaired.

Silent as the grave, they slunk throw the window and into the house. Quickly they leapt up the stairs, careful of pressure pads and got to the children's wing. Creeping about like the Grinch on Christmas they filled their bags with goodies. Sophie almost chuckled as that analogy came into her head as she past the children, asleep in their bed. Two days till Christmas, and all they shall know, is that their presents were stolen with two cats in toe.

With a glint of mischief in her eyes Sophie pulled out a marker pen. Catwoman shot her a curious look which turned to amusement as she drew whiskers on the children's faces. Silently laughing the bounded out of sight, out of the house and into the night.

A/N: Can anyone guess who the the boy is?