Rose Potter: Catwoman.

Rose was watching TV with the other kids, and wishing she was somewhere else.

For now, she was content to just be here, so then she could blend in with the other kids. The books she had read about the old Shinobi - ninja, to those who didn't know anything of Japanese history - knew the ninja never ever went out of their way to stand out, and she had taken those books as both gospel and as her own personal bible. She'd discovered those books inside a library, and she soaked up the knowledge. The local library was three times the size as the one in Little Whinging, and while she would miss the old staff and the old place, she preferred this one since it was a sanctuary.

Knowledge is power.

Oh, whoever had come up with that axiom was right. Well, that and the Catwoman comics she had found in Dudley's bedroom just before she had left Privet Drive.

As she watched Eastenders even if she personally thought the soap was stupid, she let her mind wander.

It was ironic, she felt to herself, that she would escape the Dursleys, risking her life on the streets of London, only to get herself put into foster care simply because she didn't want to stay for the rest of her life on the streets but it was before she didn't want to spend the rest of her life on the streets that she had checked herself in to a police station a couple of years after the memory of what she had done with the Dursleys had faded.

After she'd killed the Dursleys, Rose had searched the house and took whatever she felt she could use. She had slipped out a knife for self-defence, some food, some water, and some money which she hoped would last for a few weeks. She'd also taken a blanket and a teddy bear she'd secretly smuggled into the cupboard when Mrs Figg had looked after her. At the same time, she'd raided Dudley's bedrooms, and she had come away with a lot more cash, which she had hidden on herself, knowing instinctively if she flaunted any of it around then it would be problematic for her plans. She had also found a few Batman - Catwoman comics lying about. She had taken them with her, intrigued after flicking through them, and reading the activities of Selina Kyle, Catwoman.

Once she had left the house, she had said clearly to destroy whatever magical protection Dumbledore had cast on the property although she was sure the deaths of the Dursleys had ensured it already, everything helped, that she didn't consider the house her home.

After buying a train ticket into London, which had cost her some of the money, she had simply disappeared and kept on the move without anyone really knowing where she was.

On the streets, Rose had learnt how to steal, either by pickpocketing or by taking fresh fruit off of greengrocer stands without anyone noticing a thing. She had found out about pickpocketing, and she had practiced it on her own coat in the safety of the Cupboard under the Stairs at Number 4 by using what was written in the books as a crude guide, although she didn't know for sure if the authors had any actual idea about the art themselves, but either way, she had used them as a guide.

Sure, there had been a few misses, and she had nearly gotten caught a few times, but she had used those failures as guides as well since she didn't notice anyone else doing what she was. At first, she had been confined to a single part of London, where she was vulnerable against being spotted and caught, her identity discovered, although what would happen to her, Rose didn't know.

And then she had discovered the London Underground, otherwise known as the Tube. Once she had discovered the Underground, things had really, truly taken off for her.

Rose had regularly used the Tube to pick peoples pockets when she had realised the dangers of doing it above ground, relying on the rush hour during the day and the night, her small frame and the tightness of the carriages to give her cover while she picked the pockets of the travellers. She had used the automatic ticket machines at stations with very few staff, which wasn't easy at the best of times since once or twice she had been stopped. But the money she'd had, and her maturity, had given her the mindset of being able to talk her way out of those situations most of the time. Fortunately, it didn't happen always and she always had a story ready in case she needed to use it.

For a year and a half, Rose had relied on the Tube network to not only provide her with incredible cover, but she also relied on it to get her around the city and earning her a nice little living. She needed to be careful, with the British Transport Police, but as long as she kept on the move and kept her eyes and ears open, and only picked people's pockets during the rush hours, then she was safe.

Again, she had almost caught once or twice, but without the Tube, she would never have found a way of breaking into one of the theatres in London's West End where she watched several productions and gained an appreciation for theatre. Rose would never have visited the Natural History Museum, or the Science Museum, nor would she have visited several other libraries around the capital. Rose had visited the museums many times, fascinated not just with the science developed and pioneered by the human race over the years, but with the natural history of the planet.

All that time Rose kept her eyes and ears peeled for any sign of the world she knew was out there. She hadn't had that many bouts of accidental magic, as the letters described those moments where her magic either changed the colour of someone's hair, or moved her onto a school rooftop, and she hadn't seen any sign of anyone pursuing her.

For two years Rose was free. She had also changed her name, so she wasn't identified. Out of inspiration for her hero in Selina Kyle, she had renamed herself Rose Kyle.

An unfortunate encounter with a guy with a knife resulted in her being slashed on her cheek, but the scar was hardly noticeable. Rose wasn't a vain person since she'd never been encouraged to care for her beauty, but she knew that many girls would have been horrified by the scar since it marred them. But now she had begun, with the encouragement of the other girls, and what she had learnt about the kunoichi in the Ninja history books, to care more for her appearance.

Anyway, back on the streets…She had friends, in the cats of the street. Rose had always liked cats, even if Mrs Figg had tried to put her off unintentionally while Marge had definitely gone out of her way to make it intentional with her filthy, mangy, diseased dogs. Anyway, the cats on the streets had more life than the ones in Mrs Figg's place, and they had provided her with a companionship she had never had before in her life.

And yet, she had put herself into care. Rose had become tired by the tediousness of constantly looking for a place to live, always being on the lookout for people trying to corner her to steal her stuff. In the end, she had become so sick of it, although that was mostly because someone had become tired of the never-ending fights even if they made her stronger by the end of them.

Rose had gone into a police station and she was now in foster care after offering them a false name so they didn't realise who she really was. She had no idea if it was going to be a long term thing, but for the time being, she was content to live here and use this place as a base of operations.

Rose had decided to turn to burglary after being inspired by a newspaper article she had read, and she had gone out of her way to learn more about how it was done.

Anyway, Rose frowned a little and bit her lip in thought as she considered the burglary she'd recently committed. It was early days, but there was still time to be better.