In the Eyes of a Child || AU || gingerjester
Senna walked around the city. Only 8 years old, but old enough to be orphaned and on her own. Her feel ached from the lack of shoes and her hands felt dry. She felt the wing brush through her dirty braided hair. Most people in Gotham didn't care about children from the streets. Except maybe that Batman guy... but she didn't really care. He hadn't tried to help her yet, so she could care less about him.
On her back she had strapped a pair of katanas. Her Uncle had given them to her when she was 6. Old enough to kill she was told. Old enough to be an assassin. Sure. But who in their right mind would hire an 8 year old as an assassin? No one. Her family died out long ago. She was the only one left, besides her older brother... but even he was only 11. Alexander was always out, looking for money or work or food to try and support them, but he came back empty handed every time.
It was a cruel city for a bunch of kids living alone without parents. And they all refused to be thrown into the system. No one wanted to be moved from house to house and returned like a broken piece trash. No. they wouldnt risk being separated either. They needed each other.
A few other kids lived with them in the abandoned alley way. A little boy who called himself Toe. No one knew why he called himself that, and no one really cared to ask. Senna and Alexander were two of the older kids. Younger than them was another little girl, a ginger who kept to herself. A little blonde girl who seemed to enjoy giggling a lot... and a small african american boy who had a certain... lack of concern for the well being of others.
They weren't your usual bunch of kids. They were hard and lacked that innocence. This city wasn't a breeding ground for hope and happiness like others were. This was Gotham, and living here alone on the streets was not something you wished on anyone.
Senna turned down the alley and moved to sit on an old milk crate. She pulled a few apples from her bag and threw them towards the other children. Her english was horrible, but she was picking up. "Stole... Good food." She gave a small smile and pulled her own apple out, using a small knife from her pocket to cut off some of the rotten parts and feeding them to the rats.
