Find Her, Keep Her

Chapter One: Hart

Don't own YJ… at all.


Thomas Wayne Memorial Clinic has its usual's, especially in the emergency room. Earlier this morning, one of the usual's did stop by, but not alone. The city's infamous crime fighter stopped by with a bundle in his muscled arms. The Caped Crusader arrived, seeming a bit more frazzled than normal. The bundle in his arms was a shivering, soaking wet mess.

That night, a University of Gotham nursing intern was working the front desk, and was not used to seeing the Batman arrive at 1:00 in the morning. She stood quickly and paged for back up before approaching him, "How can I help?"

"She and her parents were on the bridge coming into town from Metropolis." He growled, holding the bundle closer to his body, "Their car went off the side of the bridge and went into the river. Currently, the police team is working on fishing the mini-van out of the river…"

The intern was making many mental notes about what he was saying, "Well, I paged for a doctor to be here, do you mind if I take her?"

Batman turned his body away, "I request Dr. Thompkinsto look her over. She always works well with the ones I bring in."

Before the intern could say anything, the backup arrived, with Leslie Thompkins in tow. The older woman had a little smirk on her face, but for the most part was very schooled. The nurses around her had a gurney ready for the patient. Carefully, Batman placed the bundle down on the gurney and not a minute later, the bundle began to whimper while it was being wheeled away.

Leslie stopped the Caped Crusader before he could follow the crying child into the emergency room, "So would this be number six?" The older woman crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for an answer.

He didn't answer her question, "Her parents are gone, just let Alfred know if you find any information about her, including her identification." With that, he was gone and headed home to his five children.


Slowly, and almost sneaky, the Bat Mobile pulled into the cave. Bruce Wayne slowly climbed out. He had a long night and really didn't want to go to work in five hours. When he entered the main part of the cave, Alfred Pennyworth was already there with gauze in his hands, "Good evening, or should I say morning, Master Bruce." Bruce just took a seat in front of the computer, partially ignoring his friend. "May I ask why you were out until three in the morning? Young Master Damian was wondering where you were."

"I saved her Alfred…" He said after a moment of awkward silence. "…I saved her, but not her parents. The road was very wet and the car drove off the side of the bridge. I got her out of the water and looked for her parents…Commissioner Gordon arrived as I left with her…" More silence filled the quiet cave.

The old butler has heard this same song before, "And now you wish to bring her here?" he asked, setting down the gauze on the table.

Bruce turned around to Alfred, "Where did you get…how did you…what?"

Alfred started up the stairs with a small smile, "Well, I've heard this…five times before." He clicked the button for the elevator. Bruce joined him and they road upwards. "May I ask how old she is?"

"Not sure, but she didn't seem any older than three." The billionaire mumbled. They walked out and towards the kitchen. "And I haven't said it that many times before!"

The older man gave the middle aged one a look of disbelief.

They walked into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. Alfred set down milk and cookies, a favorite snack for everyone who lived in the manor. Bruce sighed, "It's the right thing to do Alfred." More silence, "Do you think the other children will mind?"


Richard "Dick" Grayson sluggishly walked down the large staircase carrying his backpack with him. His eighth-grade year was quickly coming to a close and he couldn't wait for a summer. Sleeping in, no homework, hanging out with Roy and Wally while also kicking bad guy ass with Bruce. All of his 'siblings' figured out about the whole Batman being Bruce thing quickly, maybe a month or two in the house.

Dick set down is backpack at the kitchen table, and placed some toast into the toaster. After pouring himself some orange juice, he sat at the table and sighed, checking the clock. "Seven…where are they? If I'm late again because of them…"

"Good morning Master Richard." Alfred smiled, walking into the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"

The teen shrugged, "I guess…I do know that Bruce got home late. Again."

Alfred nodded, placing toast in the toaster. "Yes, very late. He had some late business to take care of. And you would have been late as well if you would have joined him. Not a wise choice during your last week of school, don't you agree?"

Dick gave him a look, not buying it. Before he could say anything, Jason and Tim, thirteen and twelve, walked in. "What kind of business?" Tim asked, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge.

The old butler handed him a glass and sighed, "Master Bruce can explain tonight during dinner. Now, hurry and eat. You do not want to be late on your last week of school!"

Jason stole the popped-up piece of toast and handed the other to Tim. Dick scowled at the other boys, grabbing a granola bar from off the counter and heading out the front door towards the bus stop. After grabbing their sack lunches, Tim and Jason followed their older brother out.

Silence filled the house until Bruce came down looking like a wreck. "I'm late Alfred…I'm LATE AGAIN!"

The older man could tell by his look. Bruce's hair wasn't combed, he held a toothbrush in between his teeth, shaving cream was on the left side of his face, his socks were mixed, no shoes or tie, shirt un tucked and belt backwards.

"Master Bruce, collect yourself." He said, sitting him down on a bar stool. "I will call Angela to push back your eight o'clock to nine."

Bruce sighed a smile, "Thanks Alfred." He picked up his fork and began eating the eggs put in front of him.

Time passed slowly and Mr. Wayne got himself together. Before he could walk out the front door, two smaller children walked to him along with the black dog of the family, one of them pounced on him. "Bruce, your still here!" Stephanie, the newest addition to the household, smiled.

Damian, the eight-year-old, just stood there with a small smile on his face, while Titus went to greet Bruce himself with a wagging tail. Bruce peeled the young girl off of his back. "Okay Steph, calm down. I've got to go now."

She frowned, "Are you coming for dinner tonight?"

"Yes, if I'm not any later getting to work." The young man said, opening the door. "Bye Damian. Bye Stephanie."

With that, the billionaire left. Stephanie frowned and Damian sighed. "He's never home." The ten-year-old said.

Damien took his 'older sister' into the kitchen. The youngest children sat down at the table, holding their heads in their hands. Alfred looked over at them, "Now why are you so down? It is the last week of school."

"Stephanie's sad that Bruce is not home a lot." Damian said, grabbing a cinnamon roll from the platter.

Stephanie nodded, frowning more. The old butlers heard this before too, with each of the other children. All of the children know that their adoptive father works until five in the evening and goes on patrol from nine to twelve. Sometimes he doesn't go to work or on patrol, but that's rare. "Well Miss Stephanie, Master Bruce should arrive home as usual and I will make sure he does not go on patrol tonight."

That made both kids smile, "Yes! He's not leaving tonight!"

"But you two must be on your way." Alfred said, killing the moment.

They groaned, but the old man managed to get them going. Both children went out of the house and to the bus stop.

Once Alfred saw the bus pass by the large window in the family room, he went to make a phone call. "Hello operator, I'd like to speak to Leslie Thompkins of Thomas Wayne Memorial Clinic …yes I'll hold."


Stephanie was sitting by the large window in the family room, face pressed up against the glass. Bruce should be here now! She thought, eyes not coming off the road.

Tim rolled his eyes, "Stephanie, Alfred said that Bruce was going to be home for dinner tonight. Dinner's not till six-thirty."

"It's six twenty-five Tim." The ten-year-old said, "I'm not moving till he's here."

Rolling his eyes, the teen flopped down on the couch. Dick and Damian were playing some kind of video game on the large TV while Alfred and Jason were cooking dinner. Since Jason got himself into trouble at school, again, part of his punishment was to help Alfred prepare dinner. "Hey Tim, can you get me something to drink?" Dick asked.

He shook his head, "No, get it yourself!"

"Why can't you do me a favor?"

"Because you have legs that work!"

Dick paused the game and glared at his younger 'brother'. "You little twerp!"

Before anyone could attack each other, the front door opened, "Bruce's home!" Stephanie yelled, running to Mr. Wayne.

Launching herself from the couch, Stephanie landed on the man's back and clung on. The thirty-year-old man laughed at his only daughter, "Hey there Steph. I see that one of you is happy to see me!" Damian and Dick looked over at Bruce. They waved at their adoptive father and he gave a wave back.

"Ah, your home early. Now you don't have an excuse not to wash up." Alfred said, wiping his hands on a towel. Many sighs were heard from the boys, "None of that, go quickly." He said, turning off the television.

After hands were washed, people stopped arguing over where they sit, the meal began. Alfred kept giving Bruce a look. Bruce looked over his children, all of them in their own conversations. Jason and Dick were saying something about their lockers having random, old, moldy foods in them. Tim was taunting Damian about a mean teacher he could have next year. Stephanie just rolled her eyes at everything they were saying.

Bruce cleared his throat, gaining the children's attention. He sat down his fork, "Um…Alfred told me that you guys were interested in knowing where I was last night."

Giving a chuckle, Jason got a dirty look from Alfred. Dick nodded, "Where'd you go?"

"I was on my way back here at my normal time when there was an accident on the bridge." He looked them over and saw that the younger ones were more interested in the story part than the older ones. "Well, to make a long story short, I rescued a little girl who now needs a home."

Jason scoffed, "And now the big bad Batman's gonna give it to her."

Alfred hit the oldest boy on the red with a rolled-up newspaper. The Dark Knight looked at the others. Tim, Dick and Damian were chatting about the situation, wondering more about her and what happened. Stephanie gave Bruce a big smile and thumbs up., "Finally, another girl to even everything out!"

Four out of five approve. I can live with that.


Two days after Bruce's big announcement, he was having a bit of a slow day at the office. The Wayne Enterprises' Annual Summer Gala was coming up in August, and even though it was only May, there was still many things to do. While in the middle of scheduling the catering company, there was another call on his cell phone. Checking the caller ID, he saw that it was Alfred, and knew that if it was not extremely important, he would not have called on his cell phone.

Bruce quickly hung up his office phone to answer the cell phone, "Bruce Wayne speaking."

"Her father is the world-famous composer Erin Hart, and her mother is Julia Hart, a piano teacher." Bruce knew that Alfred was in the kitchen because he could hear the mixer going in the background. "No siblings, no extended family, they cannot even find grandparents identification for either of the Hart's. She's an orphan."

The billionaire let out a deep sigh. "And the girl's condition?"

Bruce could hear Alfred turn the mixer off. "Dr. Thompkins says that her color has come back and she meets the standards for her age: about one and a half. She guesses that her birthday is sometime in December. She also says that the little one does not say too much. Leslie says that she will not release the girl until she finds a place for her to stay. She won't let this baby go just anywhere."

"And her name?" Mr. Wayne stood and walked to the large window that over looked the city. Traffic was beginning to form as people left work to head home for the day. "Did Leslie give you a name?"

The timer on the oven went off just as the front door slammed shut. Bruce could hear the five kids arriving home from school. "Giselle Hart. Leslie found her birth certificate at Metropolis Hospital." There was a bit of a pause and the phone call was put into speak phone. "Dr. Thompkins requested that you visit her tonight if you wish to move forward."


~Surprise! It's been five years! So, I figured I'd rewrite everything on here, since I've definitely matured in my writing skills. Hope you enjoyed, and stay tuned for more!

In case your confused, here's a chart for your help.

Alfred Pennyworth- 60

Bruce Wayne- 30

Dick Grayson-14

Birthday – Nov. 11

Jason Todd- 13

Tim Drake- 12

Stephanie Brown- 10

Damian Wayne-8