Catwoman prowls silently along the rooftops, her keen eyes locking onto the scene below. The young boy, Alex, looks terrified, his back pressed against the cold brick wall. "Hey! Leave him alone!" Catwoman calls out, her voice slicing through the tension like a whip.

"Pick on someone your own size," Catwoman challenges, her whip cracking through the air with a sharp snap. The two men, startled by her sudden appearance and fierce demeanor, exchange nervous glances. Alex watches in awe as the men, realizing they are outmatched, begin to back away slowly.

Catwoman waits until they disappear before turning to Alex, her expression softening. "You're safe now," she assures him, kneeling down to his level.

Inside, the space is warm and inviting, filled with eclectic treasures and soft lamplight. "Make yourself at home," she says, setting Alex gently on the plush sofa and tucking a blanket around him.

Alex, still clutching his small backpack, looks at her with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

"No one will hurt you here," she promises, her voice firm and protective. Alex relaxes into the cushions, finally feeling a sense of safety as the city's lights twinkle like stars in the distance.