A swarm of rats scurried along the dirty streets with teenage boy in tow, dressed in a tattered grey pinstripe vest, white button down shirt, black slacks, well worn penny loafers, and a fedora atop his head. He had curly dirty blonde hair peeking out from under his hat and squinty brown eyes. Dirt coated his entire body, as if he hadn't showered in weeks, which was probably correct.

"Yes, my children! Flee!" He shouted after them. "Or else the cat woman shall gobble you up, and myself as well!"

The bystanders stood well clear of this orphan boy and the rats, giving him weird looks as he passed by them in a hurry. However, less and less bystanders were around these parts, and pretty soon he was in a deserted alleyway. It was a shortcut to the police station once he snuck through a hole in the chain link fence at the end. He had witnessed a gang called the Bombers plotting something big, and he had al the evidence he needed to get a swarm of officers to their hideout. Perhaps he'd get a great reward for his heroics once all was said and done. What he would do with that money he didn't know, for he never had much to spend in the first place. Maybe rat food for his loyal minions? Yes, that would do it.

"Charlie, my boy, you've done it again!" He congratulated himself as he made his way through the corridor; only the sound of his footsteps echoing down it and the rats scurrying about could be heard.

Regina popped her knuckles as her large, foxy face rounded the corner, "Yeah, Charles, you sure done it this time."

She'd noticed him earlier and stuck back to tail him through the alleyways; he's no real threat, the Bombers kill the Razors and get'em off the streets. But, who knows? Better safe than sorry. She paced her way down the alleyway, methodically. Like a movie-style villain.

"Where're you off to, Charlie? Huh?"

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of bright, neon-blue knuckledusters, sliding them onto her hands.

"Wherever it is, you better run."

With that, she breaks off in a sprint down the alleyway, trying to close the gap on Charlie.

"I was off to...feed the rats! Yeah, that's correct!" He said after a squeal, turning around to see his horrible, stalker villain approaching. He eyed her weapons as he gave his pitiful explanation. He knew self defense and was a decent enough karate practitioner, probably beating her out in terms of talent, but this would be tricky relying on his skill alone. At least he had his rats to aid him while Regina had no cat allies to be seen!

"Rats...sick 'em!" Charles shouted, pointing dramatically at her rapidly advancing form. In response to the commotion, most of the rats were already scurrying about and vanishing out of sight in various holes and other hiding places. "Huh?!?!?!" He screeched, realizing he had to fight her alone. His rat allies have failed him? But he was their best buddy and vice versa!

He grasped onto a discarded wooden crate off to his left and flung it towards her before attempting to rush towards the end of the hallway where he could crawl to freedom. He wasn't precise in this throw, as it was only meant to buy him some time, but it was heavy enough to possibly do some serious damage if it hit just right.