Disclaimer: No, I do not own Avatar: the Last Air bender. *tear Nor do I own this song.

Katara raced through the streets of the Fire Nation capital, a huge grin plastered on her face.

"STOP, thief!"

She was the leader of a gang, the Freedom Fighters, after the old one, Jet, had left. They lived to make trouble. Always stealing things from the occasional merchant or vendor a little too well off for their own good. Most of the time, they gave what they stole to the people with little, or nothing. Any other time, it was because they themselves didn't have any food or money. Katara dodged through the crowd as a group of guards came running after her. She had a bad reputation as thief, and her poster was all over the capital. Not that she really gave a damn. She ran into a small alley and waterbent a hole in the wall for her to get through, than sealed it up behind her with ice, freezing some bricks in place to hide her escape hole. Now the guards wouldn't have the faintest clue where she was.

She ran through the alleyways until she came to the hole leading to their hideout, underneath one of the noblemen's' houses. She came out of the passageway into a large cavern where they had set up shop.

"HEY!" She called out. "Guess what I've got!" Her gang all came running up to her from where they were strewn about the cavern. She held up the large bundle she had managed to steal.

"What is it, Kat?" the rasping voice of Smellerbee sounded from the crowd as her second-in-command pushed her way to the front of the horde. Katara grinned. She opened up the bundle, and showed her gang. A large amount of gold was inside the clothe sack she had taken from a vault in a nobleman's' home. "Looks like we can pay the rent!" They all laughed. The 'rent' as she put it, was what they gave to the poor of the capital.

"Then let's pay them a visit." Smellerbee said.

After Katara and Smellerbee had anonymously spread some the gold to the poor, they went back to the hideout, bringing plenty of food to celebrate. After all that, they still had gold left.

"Here's to Katara!"

"KATARA!" The entire of her gang cheered her. She smiled in gratitude.

"Well, I couldn't rob all of the Fire Nation blind without the help of my fantastic gang, now could I? Here's to all of us!" She raised her own wooden cup. Cheers sounded throughout the cavern, and caused Katara to wonder, not for the first time, why the nobleman and his residents did not realize, or acknowledge their presence.

Little did she know, that one resident certainly had realized their presence, and was reminded of it once again once that cheer sounded underneath his floor. Zuko rubbed his temples. At this rate, his headache would manifest. Couldn't that gang keep quiet for one night? Katara this, Katara that, he decided that one day would have to meet the infamous Katara who was the head of the loud and obnoxious gang. Apparently, they did not realize that they were underneath the Fire Palace. Maybe then, they would be quieter once in a while.

Katara sighed. At this rate, they wouldn't have enough money to stay fed for the next month. That money she had stolen was vanishing quickly as they refurbished their hideout. She hadn't had to steal anything for a while now, but she kept sending out parties to get food, pocket money and the like. She would have to stage another large job to keep them going. She had to steal from the Fire Palace.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Katara? What if you get caught?" Smellerbee was helping her with her things.

"Don't worry, I won't get caught. I'm the leader of the Freedom Fighters, right? I can't get caught. I'm the only waterbender in the Fire Nation." She slipped on her black mask that covered the top half of her face. "What's the worst that could happen?" And with that, she was off.

Katara approached the western wall of the palace, braid swinging behind her. She thought for a moment, but never broke stride. She froze hooks out of ice, and attached them to her gloved hands thin black shoes. She quickly scampered up the wall, and vaulted over the side, never seen. She quickly melted the ice, and bent it back into her pouch, continuing around the palace. She slowly crept around until she found a window. She refroze her hooks, and began climbing. When she reached the window, she peered in. A scarred face peered back. She nearly had a heart attack.

Her wide blue eyes peered into yellow ones through the window pane. She nearly lost her grip as it slid open.

"Might I ask what you are doing here?" said a rasping voice that sounded nothing like Smellerbee's'. HIs was more masculine. "Um…" He continued to stare at her, waiting patiently for her answer. "I'm…I'm your new window washer!" She some of her water around her hand, and started to whistle, rubbing the window, not cleaning any of the nonexistent dirt at all. She faltered mid-whistle when he raised an eyebrow, as if to say, is that really the best you could come up with?

"…No? Not buying it?" She sighed. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

Song: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Yes. The classic fake window washer. I had to. Please don't hate me. Please Review!