"Get out of here you little freak!" a woman screeches, throwing a little girl with a small bundle in her arms out of the door and on to the street, "and don't even think of returning!"

The little girl's eyes water as she looks up at the woman, "but Mama…"

She's silenced as the woman slaps her across the face, throwing her to the ground once more.

"I'm not your mother," she says coldly.

With those final words she slams the door leaving a softly sobbing girl to slowly pick herself up as she made her way to the fire escape on the side of the building and climbed up slowly as a bruise blossoms on her cheek. When she reaches the third floor she stops and peers into the window of the sparsely furnished and darkened room before opening the window and climbing in.

"Don't worry little brother, we'll be fine, we'll just hide out here until Mom, Dad, and Karen are asleep then we'll get stuff and get going," she says to the bundle in her arms.

Several hours pass but no one comes in and the baby stays miraculously silent until the lights inside darken and she smiles.

"Just a little longer, I need to make sure they're asleep," she whispers conspiratorially to the baby who gives her a smile but otherwise remains silent and several more hours pass before the girl gets up, lays the sleeping baby on the thin mattress and pulls a bag out from beneath it.

She opens the door silently and makes her way out into the hall, grabbing several blankets and towels from the hall closet as she passes before heading to a bedroom. She walks in and packs the diaper bag full of baby food, diapers, wipes, clothes, and a few of the smaller toys before pausing at the crib to grab a single bear stuffed animal before making her way back out and into the kitchen before raiding the pantry and stuffing the food into the duffel holding the blankets she had stolen. She stared at the counter and the knife block before smiling and grabbing them all, along with the knife sharpener, and stuffing them among the blankets.

She makes her way back down the hall and into the empty bedroom, all that's in there is a bed and a dresser, and goes to the dresser, pulling out all of the clothes and sorting them into two piles. None of them were very girlie but there's a definite difference of before her powers and after, Simon's just unlucky enough to get them early. In the end she has two piles, one significantly larger than the other which she packs up. Normally she wouldn't take so many clothes as she knew she would grow out of them quickly but after her powers showed up her parents started buying her clothes that were more androgynous, neither girl or boy clothes meaning Simon could wear them once he got older making them useful while some of the others which were in less pristine condition could be used as rags.

She knew how to pack for running away, and wasn't that sad. Her parents hadn't wanted her around much even before this and would often throw her out with instructions not to return until dark so she'd taken to wandering the city and befriended a couple of working girls after she kicked the asses of some of the guys who decided they wanted a free show using her powers. She'd told them about one day how her parents were going to kick her out and they had given her instructions to grab all the nonperishable food she could (which was all of it in her house, she was strong), lots of blankets, warm clothes, and a weapon but also not to bring much else as it would slow her down, too bad she hadn't anticipated having to care for a baby.

They'd also taught her the rules of the street and gotten a couple of the guys in the gang they worked for for the protection from assholes to teach her how to fight and how to steal, needless to say, they would survive.

As she was zipping up the duffel she heard a noise from the hallway and quickly closed both bags before slinging them over her shoulders and grabbing Simon. She stared at the bed for a moment before sighing and grabbing the pillow and the stuffed rabbit laying on it, stuffing it in the pillowcase before making her way to the still open window as the door opens to reveal Karen.

There is silence for a moment as the two sisters stare at each other. They are twins, identical in almost every way except for two very important facts; Katherine's a Meta and Karen's crazy.

"You took almost all of my pretty, pretty knives," Karen sing-songs quietly and Kat's heart almost stops as she hears the key word, Almost and she remembers, "Daddy's switchblade."

Their Dad had two knives that he kept hidden from the girls although Katherine knew where they were. One was a Swiss Army Knife from when he went camping with a couple of his drinking buddies. It was really expensive with lots of different attachments while the other was a pocket knife from when he was a kid. It wasn't nearly as nice but it was sharp, and she'd already been threatened with it once.

Karen was crazy, and Kat was personally waiting for the time when she would be discovered and sent to Arkham.

"But that's okay, I still have these," Karen sing-songs again before pulling out both of them and Kat curses in her mind, the girls had a very colorful vocabulary that they happily taught her.

Kat backs away to the bed, laying Simon and the pillow down on it before swinging her bags off and onto it as well.

She turns to her sister who has a smile to match the Joker as she flicks both knives out before Kat glares at her and raises her hand. Both knives float away and Karen gasps before Kat throws her into the wall.

Well, less throwing, more increasing the gravity the wall gave off specifically on her body and drawing her towards it. She wasn't telekinetic, she could just control gravity.

She walks over to where the knives float and plucks them out of the air before putting them in her pillowcase (after closing them) and grabbing all of her bags before finally picking up Simon.

"You really are a freak, just like Mom and Dad said," Karen hisses.

"And you're crazy, goodbye," Kat says before climbing out the window, down the fire escape, and walking down the street. Some of the girls, specifically Bobbi and Cherry, had told her that when her parents finally kicked her out she could stay for a day or two until she found some abandoned apartment of her own.

Katherine Tyler was six years old.

Simon Tyler was six months old.

They were living alone on the streets of Gotham City and Kat couldn't be happier.

A/N: So, I really should be working on my other story but that's not happening right now and this thing has been hopping around my head for several months and I gave up trying to focus on something else. Currently I have about 80 word document pages of this crap written up so I updates will be pretty regular, I'll upload a couple more chapters tonight then go to weekly until I run out. For now I hope you enjoyed and review! :)

~Miss Claw