A/N: Hello my fellow writers! This might turn into a multi chapter thing, and if it does it'll be a series of oneshots. All of this takepopulace in Season 1. Enjoy!

And a special thanks to Scotty1609 for answering a few questions for me! The help was very much appreciated!


Ever have one of those days where you feel like everything you know is ripped out from under your feet?

Dick Grayson's had a day like that before. The day his parents died. His whole world fell out from under him and didn't become solid again until after Bruce and Alfred came into his life. But that was a long time ago, and he hasn't had one of those days since.

Not until Alfred lead a teenage girl into Bruce's private study.

"Apologies for the interruption, Sirs." The Englishman said in an even voice. "I believe you need to speak to this young lady."

"Thank you, Alfred." The elderly gentleman nodded to the billionaire and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Bruce gestured for the girl to sit in the vacant chair next to the one Dick was sitting, which she did without protest. The acrobat silently looked her over. She looked like she was roughly thirteen years old and a little short for her age. She was wearing dark flare jeans and a pair of 4-inch black wedge boots. She had on a black hoodie that was a bit too big for her, the hood flipped over her head and shadowing her face. She was sitting forward in the leather chair, her back straight and her hands in her lap.

Bruce also studied her with steady blue eyes. "You can relax," he said cautiously.

She shook her head. "Where I came from, you have perfect manners and perfect posture or you don't make it through a month."

That caught them both off guard. What kind of place had she come from? Dick just blinked a few times and continued to stare at her, while Bruce leaned back in his own seat and laced his fingers. "Is there a reason you're here?" The older man asked.

She turned her head, and Dick could have sworn that she was staring straight at him. "I'm here to see my brother."

Dick was sure he had never heard silence sound quite so loud before. He glanced at Bruce, whose icy blue stare was locked unwaveringly on her. She slipped something out of her pocket, leaned forward, and slid a piece of paper across the desk to Bruce. He wordlessly unfolded it and studied it before passing it to Dick.

It was a picture of his family. His mom and dad were standing next to one another and smiling, each holding a baby. John was holding Dick, wrapped up in a powder blue blanket. Mary was cradling a child wrapped up in a light pink blanket with a little baby hat on. He glanced up at the girl. "Is that you?"

She nodded. "We're fraternal twins- you're older by three minutes. About six months after this was taken someone broke into our parent's trailer. They took me from the crib and brought me overseas to the U.S. I jumped from city to city before they put me in Gotham. They were going to raise me to be a prostitute, but the GCPD raided their hideout a few days before I turned eight."

"Did they…" Dick trailed off.

"No. The worst they ever did was hit me. A lot." She rubbed her shoulder as if remembering an old injury. "Commissioner Gordon had my DNA run since I didn't know my parents and sent me with a foster family. It took longer than expected; they kept widening the search because I wasn't in their systems. The family was nice; the only issue was they had an alcohol problem." She swallowed nervously. "The one time I ever saw them both sober it was my birthday. They took me to the circus. We were sitting a few rows behind you Mr. Wayne."

"So you were in the audience?"

"Yes sir. I saw everything happen." She took a shaky breath. "When the Commissioner got a match for my DNA, he found out about the family's alcohol thing. I stayed with him and Barbra for a week until I was taken in by another family."

"Did he tell you?"

"No sir."

"I'd like to run a DNA test, to be sure."

"Whatever you think is best, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce nodded and went to the door, calling down the stairs, "Alfred, bring up a blood test kit!" Said butler entered the room a minute later with the needed tools.

"Where have you been all this time?" Dick asked as Alfred started preparing to extract blood.

"For a month I jumped around from home to home until the last one. I was there for five years."

"This will pinch." Alfred said as he stuck the needle in her arm.

"Did you stay because you liked it there?"

"God no. I stayed because I was forced to. There were thirteen or fourteen girls just like me there. Terrible place. The only good thing there was the gymnasium."

"If I may," Alfred said as he taped a piece of cotton over the needle hole. "What did they do exactly?"

"You had a day to learn what was expected of you. After that you were perfect or you were beaten. Perfect manners, perfect posture, like we were dolls in a dollhouse. I actually, um, still have a couple of the bruises." She rolled up one of her sleeves, revealing purple and blue patches of skin on her arm and faint thin scars across her wrist. Bruce sucked in a harsh breath and Dick's hands tightened into fists. Alfred made a sound of disapproval in the back of his throat.

The Englishman tapped the desk. "Master Bruce, we should get this tested."

The playboy snapped out of his angry trance and stood. "Right. You two stay here, we'll be back."

Both teens nodded as the two older men left the room. Dick tapped one of the slender white lines snaking across her exposed wrist. "Want to explain that to me?"

She rubbed the scar, her gaze dropping. "Took blade out of my razor. It was fix, I'm not suicidal."

The Boy Wonder nodded, choosing to drop the subject. "You mentioned a gym earlier."

"Yeah. It was amazing. All the equipment you could want. Parallel bars, uneven bars, rings, anything you could dream of. The place was heaven, especially after I found out about our parents."

"So you've had training?"

"I trained myself. I'm not quite on your level, but I'm close." She rubbed her elbow. "That was something I was hoping you could help with. After we get to know each other a little better, I mean. That and…"

"And?" Dick prodded gently.

She looked up at him. "Eu pot vorbi Română bine, dar aş dori să fie un pic mai fluent. poţi să mă ajuţi?" 'I can speak Romanian well, but I would like to be a little more fluent. Can you help me?'

Dick's jaw dropped. "But… you were… how did you learn Romanian?"

"I have my ways."

"Do I want to know?"

"No."

"Okay then. How did you escape?"

"I found a ventilation shaft. Had laser beams, booby traps, the works. Took every ounce of skill I had to get out. Once I did, though, I came straight here. Even got a little help from a kid on the streets. Not a bad guy."

"Who was he?"

"Said his name was Jason. Couldn't have been much older than five. Gave me a hand when I got lost."

"Oh." At that moment Bruce poked his head through the doorway. Both teens looked at him expectantly.

"We ran the DNA against yours, Dick. It's a close match, one only siblings have. She is who she says."

"Told you." She muttered under her breath, making Dick laugh. He was starting to like this girl.

The teen took a deep breath and stretched out a hand for her hood. Time to come face to face with his fraternal twin. She shrunk away from his hand, like she was afraid he was going to hurt her. "Can I?" He gestured to her hood.

It took a few seconds for her to figure out what he meant. She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, go ahead."

The aerialist reached and gently pulled the warm black fabric from her face. He took a sharp breath, and she pulled the sweatshirt off.

She was the spitting image of his- their mother. Rich red hair* tumbled in loose curls down her shoulders, a few strands falling into her eyes. She had on a white sleeveless top with a cowl neckline. With the exception of a few bruises she had a flawless tan just like his. But it was her eyes that caught his attention. The irises were a deep green, shining in the lighting. But they looked so… dead. No emotion, no nothing was reflected in her emerald orbs. Even the Joker's eyes had some kind of feeling to them; the light of a crazed murderer. But hers where empty, completely devoid of anything.

"Your… your eyes." Dick managed to stammer out.

She brushed her hair out of her face. "Yeah. Happens when someone's as jaded as me."

"You never told us your name," Bruce said, leaning casually against the doorframe. Well, as casually as possible when you're the goddamn Batman.

"Serafina."

"Well Serafina, do you want to stay with us?"

She cocked her head to the side. "That isn't why I came."

"I know. But if you want to-"

"You can stay with us!" Dick interrupted. "We can get to know each other and go watch movies together and I can introduce you to Wally and we can prank Bruce-"

"Hey!"

"-and we can-"

"Okay, okay." She held her hands up in surrender. "I'll stay."

"SWEET!" Dick jumped up and did a fist pump before grabbing Serafina's hand and dragging her off to show her the Manor. Bruce chuckled as Alfred walked into the room.

"Alfred, prepare another room please. Serafina is going to be staying with us."

"Delightful Sir. I shall make her room and put a batch of cookies in the oven."

The playboy nodded as the older man strolled off to fulfill his tasks. He sat down in the chair where the redheaded girl had been just moments before. He had two Grayson's on his hands now. If she was anything like her brother, this was going to be interesting.


* - This isn't red as in the kind of orangey red that Wally has. This more like a crimson.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it. Be sure to let me know in a review if you would like me to continue this as a series. See y'all soon!