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"I heard a long time ago that you came up under Lucky Momma's wing. Who knows if you kidnapped this little girl?"

"Kidnap her??" Catwoman raised her voice. "Do you know how much I've sacrificed for her? Do you know how exhausted I've been these past few days? Enough talk, give her back to me!"

Jason didn't want to confront the legendary female thief, but somehow he couldn't back down. He pulled out a handgun from his red truck and aimed it at Catwoman. Jason turned to him and said, "Hey, buddy! Don't use a gun, you can't hit Black Cat!"

"It's impossible, I have good aim."

As he spoke, the red truck pulled the trigger with a "pop" sound, and Catwoman's figure instantly disappeared. Then a black whip coiled around the red truck's wrist. With a strong tug, he was pulled to the ground, and the handgun fell out of his hand.

Jason, standing nearby, reacted quickly. He lunged and caught the flying handgun, then continued pointing it at Catwoman, who had jumped to the second floor.

"Although I'm not a good person either, the Hoodlums Gang takes care of over a dozen kids. I know how bad their lives are. But you actually want to sell a rich person's child to the slums. It's simply..."

Catwoman sighed, realizing she couldn't reason with these kids.

She had a strange feeling in her heart. Even though she and Jason were currently in opposition, seeing someone protect Aisha like this made her feel a little uneasy but also happy.

Catwoman was in a good mood, so she didn't use excessive force. With a few swings of her whip, she knocked down several people and tied them up. When Aisha saw Catwoman, she wasn't afraid but instead reached out her hands to be picked up. Jason widened his eyes, and the slick-haired kid pushed his glasses and said, "From my observation, it seems like she really is her child."

Jason couldn't contain his excitement and looked around, then turned his body to the side, lowered his voice, and said to the slick-haired kid, "This is huge gossip! Black Cat might have hooked up with some wealthy person from the southern district and even had a child with them!"

Catwoman ignored the whispers of these kids and left with Aisha. After she left, the others freed themselves from the ropes. The red truck shook his wrist and shoulder and said, "That woman is too formidable. How did she use that whip? I couldn't even see her shadow clearly."

"Of course, she's famous in the East District. It all started with the theft at the Elizabeth Street jewelry store. That was the debut battle of a female thief named Black Cat..."

The sun gradually set below the horizon as they chatted and walked through the alley. The light of the sunset cast long shadows by their sides, with the scattered shadows walking along the line where the walls met the sunlight, as if they were standing on a wall.

They walked out of the alley and onto the main street, then turned a corner onto the adjacent street. At that moment, a lone and skinny boy was carrying a pile of things and shouted, "Hey! Copperpot, you finally showed up!"

Copperpot, carrying a load of daily supplies, stood frozen in place, looking at the group running towards him. The tallest one, Red Truck, patted his shoulder and said, "Long time no see. Have you finished your homework? Can you help me with mine too?"

Copperpot pursed his lips, showing that he really didn't want to deal with them. But obviously, he had missed the best opportunity to pretend not to recognize

them. He could only continue walking forward with his things.

However, at that moment, Wheel and Rocket approached him and took the things from his hands, saying as they handed them back and forth, "I'll help you carry it! I'll help you carry it! It's so heavy, you probably can't handle it, right? Just help us with our homework..."

"What are you guys up to?"

Slick, who had the closest relationship with Copperpot, said, "Me and Jason... this guy here, he's the Kid King of the Hoodlums Gang. We found a really cool tire together, but we can't sell it."

"We want to dismantle it, but we don't have any tools. So we thought of asking for your help. It requires a careful plan, so we thought you could help."

"I'm really busy lately, I don't have time... Wait a minute..." Copperpot turned his head to look at Jason. He glanced at the young boy with a menacing look in his eyes, which sent shivers down Jason's spine. Copperpot asked, "You said you're the Kid King of the Hoodlums Gang? The gang leader?"

Jason nodded and adjusted his collar, then coughed and pretended to be deep, saying, "That's right. Although it's just a small gang, someday it will shine just like the four major gangs of Elizabeth Street!"

Copperpot didn't say anything further but let these few people take the things from his hand and followed them to the base.

The next day, the group of people who had spent the night in the base was awakened by a dull sound. Jason got up from the bed, slightly confused, and looked up at the ceiling. The other people also came out sleepily, and Sliphead asked, "Where's Copperpot? Did he already leave?"

"His mom needs care, so he left early in the morning. Didn't you hear the sound of the latch?"

"Well, then who made this sound?" Sliphead frowned and looked up. Jason yawned and stretched lazily, saying, "Most likely it's the big pile of trash behind the wall. When someone throws garbage, they're always careless and cause the trash mountain to collapse, making a noise."

"Let's go, let's go up and check. Although we haven't reached the point of picking up garbage to survive, those kids who come to pick garbage will create a big commotion. We won't be able to sleep, for sure."

Saying that, he climbed up the ladder, pushed open the cellar door, and walked up. The others followed him, but what they saw in front of them wasn't just scattered garbage. There was also a boy about their age and a very familiar little girl.

"Oh..." The boy clutched his waist, in some pain as he stood up. The little girl, on the other hand, was extremely excited, screaming and clapping her hands.

The others took defensive postures, and the boy who fell from the garbage pile also assumed a defensive stance when he saw someone approaching. The two sides faced each other, and their gaze finally focused on the little girl beside them.

"Isn't this the little girl who was taken away by Black Cat yesterday? How did she end up here again?"

"And who are you? How did you fall from the garbage heap?"

"...I'm called Dick." The boy across took a deep breath, then looked at the people in front of him and said, "Dick Grayson, who are you guys?"

"We're the natives here, of course. Do you know this little girl? What's your relationship with her? What's going on?"

"I definitely know her. I'm her...brother."

Dick rubbed his waist. When he fell from the garbage heap just now, it seemed like he hit something hard.

Seeing that the people in front seemed to have no hostile intent, he turned around, picked up Aisha, and walked over, saying, "I came to look for something. My sister should have lost a necklace here yesterday. Have you seen it?"

Jason's expression immediately became somewhat unnatural. He was about to respond, but Dick said, "That necklace looks like it's made of gemstones, but it actually contains some kind of tracking chip...right? Anyway, it's some high-tech stuff. It's better to get it back..."

As soon as Jason heard that there might be a tracking device inside the necklace, he quickly took out the necklace from his pocket and threw it over. He didn't pay attention to the direction and it veered off quite a bit, but Dick somersaulted and caught the necklace in a beautiful pose, then put it in his pocket and said, "Thank you."

"Wow! That's so cool! Are you an acrobat?"

"Yes, you actually figured it out. Haven't you heard of the Grayson family? We're the best aerial acrobats."

Rocket scratched his head and said, "I think I've heard of it. Are you from the circus in the western suburbs?"

"Used to be, but not anymore."

Jason scrutinized Dick and said, "If it were the little girl, she could possibly be Black Cat's child. But you definitely aren't. Black Cat is not even 20 years old. How could you be her son? Yet you claim to be her brother. What's going on?"

But Sliphead nudged Glasses and said, "Have you eaten? None of us have. Let's find a place to eat and then talk."

Dick held Aisha in his arms. He wanted to refuse at first, but he realized there was nothing to do at Wayne Manor, except maybe perform acrobatics for Aisha or have the exquisite English afternoon tea prepared by Alfred.

For Dick, who grew up in the circus, barbecue and fried buttered bread were preferable to English afternoon tea.

So, he walked forward with Aisha and the others, talking about themselves along the way. Curious, Jason asked, "So, you're saying you were actually adopted. No wonder that Black Cat is your stepmother, right?"

"She doesn't seem to have a good temper. She doesn't abuse you, does she?"

"Of course not. We get along well, and she has trained in acrobatics too. But our paths diverge. She leans more towards dance and gymnastics..."

Dick didn't mention who Aisha's father was, and the others tacitly didn't ask. Perhaps this was the pride of the East District kids. They only talked about East District matters in the East District, not concerning themselves with the wealthy folks from the South District.

The group found a breakfast stall and sat down. They ordered grilled clams, vegetable soup, and butter cheese. With their dishes in front of them, they sat around a small table. Jason looked at the grimacing smile on Aisha's face and hesitantly asked, "Um... I've been wanting to ask for a while now. What's up with her teeth?"

"Oh, it's some sort of natural dental deformity. She's too young, and there hasn't been time for correction."

"Okay, what about her eyes?"

"They told me it's called heterochromia. She got it from her mother."

"Uh... She should be over 3 years old by now. Why isn't she speaking yet?"

"Seems like it's some kind of childhood autism. We're going to see a psychiatrist in a couple of days..."

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