It took literally two months for Selina to finally decide to tell Freddy the truth about her.

      Yeah, that was a while, but she felt like she needed to be honest because of how close they were starting to get.

      She didn't know why she was so hesitant. Maybe because the thief was afraid that he would be upset and no longer talk to her? She wasn't sure. It would be better if they just stopped talking...but why didn't she want to let that go?

      The past couple months have been Selina sneaking into the cripple boy's room and talking until the sun went down. As he promised, he never locked his windows and sometimes left them party open so it'd be easier for her to get in.

      Once she told the truth, she was certain that he would begin locking his window.

      The curly-haired girl was early as she hopped in through the window, landing to crouch on top of a chair and stared at the Superman comic book she had gotten him for his birthday, which rested on his desk. He must've been rereading it again.

      She sighed quietly, not moving since she knew Freddy should be in in a few minutes. And she was right, listening to his uneven footsteps before he opened the door. He immediately grinned at her and Selina's stomach jumped. She needed to focus. She couldn't keep backing out.

      "Cat! Hey, how are—?" He started, limping toward her before pausing and looking at her, "what's going on? You look worried, is everything okay? Did something happen?" He asked her quickly, making her put a hand up and shake her head.

      "Easy Freddy, it's just...do you think you can make up something to your parents? I-I need to tell you something but...not here." She explained and he quickly nodded in understanding.

      "Yeah, yeah, I could make something up. Meet me outside the house in fifteen?" He asked and she nodded, moving to the window again as she brushed aside some of her curls.

      "Okay...see you then." Selina said before jumping out the window and left.

      She made sure to keep her distance from the house in case someone in his family saw her. But less than fifteen minutes later, Freddy's familiar blue beanie poked out and she walked toward him. He shot her a soft smile. "Okay, lets go."

      They were silent as they walked, Freddy following Selina. She fiddled with the zipper of her leather jacket in thought, taking a few deep breaths. She was trying her hardest not to back out despite how much she wanted to. He should know the truth.

      Finally the thief stopped walking, the both of them standing right in front of the warehouse. The brunette looked confused, turning his head to look at her. "What are we doing here?"

      Selina took another deep breath, still fidgeting with her zipper. She didn't answer but instead walked inside, hearing the slightly shorter boy follow her inside.

      They walked for a moment before stopping again. Freddy looked at the comic books around the floor and spare clothes, a half empty bottle of water. It slowly registered in his brain and he looked at her. "You live here." He stated, not asking.

      The dirty blonde nodded. "I lied to you. About my parents. I never knew my dad and I haven't seen my mom in years. This is where I've been living the past few months."

      Freddy looked at her, an almost unreadable expression before nodding. "I had a feeling you weren't being completely honest and were living on your own. You wore the same clothes a lot." He pointed out before reaching over and grabbing her hand. Her heart started pounding and she tried her hardest to ignore it. "Before you moved here, where did you live?"

      "On the streets." Selina told him, letting him hold her hand before sitting down on one of the crate boxes she had brought in as a makeshift chair. "I've lived on the streets since I was five."

      He sat down on another crate box next to her, his eyes going wide with horror. "Since-since you were five? You were a kid...how are you even alive?"

      She snorted quietly and shook her head, her curls bouncing as she did so. "I'm not alive. I'm surviving. That's what I've been doing for nine years. Survive. I'm not living, Freds."

      He frowned softly, sighing. "I wish you told me this earlier. I have a bunk bed, Cat. You could've slept on the top bunk, it's a helluva lot more comfortable than here."

      Selina chuckled and shook her head again. "It's fine, really. I don't mind the warehouse, it's better than the streets, really." She bit her lip for a moment before sighing. "And by the way..." she took a deep breath, "my name's Selina. Selina Kyle. Not Cat."

      Freddy stared at her with a kind look in his eyes before gently squeezing her hand. "That's a perfect name for you. Selina. It suits you. You look like a Selina. Seeeeeliiiiiinaaaaa!" She started laughing when he drew out her name, nudging his shoulder and he nudged hers back as he began to laugh as well.

      Her nerves began to relax, feeling at ease as they laughed and held each other's hand. "You're...you're not upset that I lied to you?" She asked him, a bit confused.

      The superhero fanatic shook his head quickly. "No. I'd never be upset at you. I understand why you didn't tell me. You were homeless and didn't know if you could trust me. Right?" He asked her and she nodded. But did she fully trust him now? She didn't know. "So...it's okay. I promise, Lina."

      "Oh god, you already came up with a new nickname for me." Selina pretended to sound annoyed but she was already giggling.

      "You're damn right! I'm the nickname king!" He declared loudly and they both started laughing.

      They talked for some more, making sure to not mention anything more about Selina's past before Freddy realized that he went over his curfew. She walked him home, giggling at his panicked expression once he was outside his house. "Pray for me, Lina."

      She giggled and ruffled his hair, rolling her eyes. "I'll pray for ya, Freds. Now get your ass inside." He laughed but limped inside the house, surely about to get grounded as she made sure he was safe before walking away.

      Wow. She was honest. And it didn't get her hurt. That was amazing.

      She would tell Freddy more about her past later, once he was no longer in house arrest. Maybe not about how dark her past could get, including murder and gangs, but about Gotham and her thieving lifestyle.

      But he still didn't judge her for lying. He looked at her with soft eyes and treated her the same. What did the thief ever do to deserve someone as kind as that to be her friend?

      But Selina did know that she couldn't wait to see him again.