Felicia’s fingers ran through the map, casting an occasional glance at the co-ordinates on the card. It took way too long a time with the cats walking over the map and planting themselves in the middle of the map. That was when she heard the door open.

“Honey I’m home,” Big sis said. “And you better be awake cause I have a surprise for you.”

“I’m coming,” Felicia said, throwing the map underneath her bed. She was about to leave her room when she saw the edge of the map poking out from under the bed. She quickly pushed it in and rushed to the door.

“Ugh, Kitten how I’ve missed you,” Selina said, grabbing her and hugging her tightly, almost suffocating her.

Despite the air being squished out of her lungs, Felicia couldn’t help but giggle. She gently pushed her aside.

“What’s up with you?” Felicia asked. “You’re not usually this affectionate unless something happened to you.”

Selina feigned being offended. “I can’t show some love to my sister. What kind of older sister do you take me for?”

They weren’t actually sisters in the traditional sense. Selina had taken her in when she was just a baby and raised her, taking care of her and stopping her from the wealth of bad decisions she would have made. It didn’t stop Felicia from feeling as if something was missing but Selina helped fill some of the missing pieces.

“It’s just I met somebody I drifted apart from,” Selina said. “And I don’t want to drift apart from you.”

There was a brief flicker of sadness in Selina’s green eyes before being replaced with the aloofness Felicia was used to.

“Anyways, what’s for dinner?” Selina asked. “I’m starving.”

“I ordered some Chinese food,” Felicia said. “I didn’t have time to cook tonight.”

Despite being part of one of the most poverty-stricken areas of Gotham, Selina and Felicia never went a night hungry. Felicia figured it was because of Selina’s night job. Selina never told her what she was doing and it was one of life’s biggest mysteries when she was younger but as she grew older, she figured it was probably sex work. After all, she wouldn’t have that weird leather outfit if it wasn’t. Felicia wondered why she didn’t just tell her and she figured it was just to protect her. Selina had protected her from being taken advantage off by creeps in the past.

Selina started slurping on the noodles. Felicia sat next to her as the cats started gathering around them, waiting for food. Felicia picked a piece of chicken from the noodles and dropped it on the floor as the cats swarmed around it like a school of fish.

“So, what’s this big surprise of yours?”

“Before that,” Selina said. “I heard you’ve been stealing again.”

Felicia remained calm but internally she cursed. Who tattled? Who tattled? Lydia and the girls wouldn’t have told on her so that just left…

“Zhao,” Felicia muttered.

“Doesn’t matter who told on you,” Selina said. “What matters is the fact that you broke the rules.”

“But I don’t get it,” Felicia said. “I see jewellery all around the house and I know you didn’t buy it. Why am I…?”

“Just,” Selina said. “The rules are the rules and I don’t…”

“Want you to end up like me,” Felicia completed. “I know that but you’re great Selina and…”

“I know I’m great,” Selina said though her eyes said otherwise. “Look Felicia, I may look wonderful on the surface and granted I do.” Felicia chuckled softly at that. “But there’s a lot of things I regret and…”

Selina sighed. “Look it doesn’t matter. I’ll let it slide cause from what I’ve heard that guy sounds like an asshole but just don’t do it again. Don’t steal again. If not for me then for your future.”

She sounded so sure but Felicia heard her mutter “I guess,” when she thought Felicia wasn’t listening.

“And speaking about your future,” Selina said, forcing some excitement into her voice. She walked over to the living room where she left a satchel and walked back into the kitchen carrying a bundle of papers and placed them on the table.

On the top left corner was the logo of Gotham High and dread gnawed at Felicia’s heart. The dread grew as she saw a photo of herself with the name Felicity Harmon printed on the side. Flipping through the papers she almost had a heart attack when she saw the admission letter.

“That’s right, Felicia,” Selina said. “You’re going to high school.”