My name is Katherine. Me and my little girl have been living Gotham for a year now and our luck hasn't been very good. We were kicked out of our apartment after failing to pay the rent. We have been sleeping on the streets for several weeks. It's lucky that we haven't been mugged. However, even though I don't have much, I am just glad that I have someone to love and care for, otherwise I don't think I could go on for much longer.

One day, I am outside sitting with my little girl, trying to warm ourselves up. It's December and Gotham is hit with a snowstorm. I wrap my arms around my baby girl trying to keep her warm.

"It will be alright Gabby. It will be alright," I told her.

However, if I am really honest with myself, I didn't know if it was going to be alright. We were sitting in the blistering cold. I am beginning to lose hope.

"What hope is there in Gotham?" I asked myself.

Suddenly I see a figure walking in the wind. As it came closer I could tell it is a man. He was dressed in a nice, black suit. He stands in front of us. I could recognize his face. I saw his face on a magazine. Finally I realized who he is. However, I am also suspicious.

"Hello there, ma'am, my name is Bruce-"

"I know who you are, Mr. Wayne and let me just tell you that we don't want your money. You billionaire types think that money can just magically make everything better. Well guess what? It can't. Money cannot bring the parents of those who were orphaned or replace a broken heart. It can't bring my family back."

Suddenly I saw sadness in his eyes as if he could relate to it.

"You're right and I know how you feel. I lost my family once. Money can't make everything better. But you know what can? Kindness."

Mr. Wayne walks into a nearby store.

"What is he doing?" I think to myself.

After several minutes, he walks outside with a box of Pizza.

"I figured you must be hungry."

I start devouring the pizza. Suddenly I stop and let my daughter eat.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I believe that we are all meant to help the less fortunate. By the way, I never got your name."

"It's Katherine and this is my baby girl, Gabby. She can't speak."

Mr. Wayne smiles at my daughter. A warm feeling enters my heart.

"Is there anyway we can repay you?"

"No need ma'am. I am just trying to help. Is there anything else that you need?"

I shake my head. He begins to walk away.

"What a nice fellow," I think to myself.