A/N: Lots of notes here. Oh look, another story! Okay, some important things. I have a GREAT love for Helena Wayne, and for Terry McGinnis. This is going to be an alternate universe where Terry isn't from the future (as you can see) and the events of JLU didn't happen. So he's not related to Bruce Wayne. This story is going to be about the two growing up together in the bat family, and we'll see if anyone likes it other than me! Read and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from DC Comics, I just screw them up to entertain fans.

Dreams

'…thoughts…'

"…speech…"

Heir Apparent

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Prologue

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She stood in the waiting room of the GCPD, arms crossed over her chest, thick black hair that fell to her mid back styled neatly from her face with a single purple barrette as she stared through a dingy window that separated the waiting room from the hallway. Cold blue eyes were narrowed, corners of her mouth pulled down in a scowl as she watched a man dressed in a neat Armani black suit crouch down in front of a boy. She could only see his left shoe as it bounced, white laces untied.

The place smelled like stale coffee, and those Christmas trees that hung from the rearview mirrors of cabs. Phones rang shrilly, a constant noise that was easily drowned out by the buzz of people talking, yelling and in some cases puking up the fifth of alcohol they had consumed onto the hooker next to them. There was constant movement. Police officers walking back and forth, some in uniform some out but her cool blue eyes didn't leave that single bouncing shoe.

She wanted to see, wanted to hear but she had been told to wait, to stand there and above all else when she met him, to be on her best behavior.

"Mr. Wayne," the voice of a man wearing glasses, who had a nicely styled mustache could be heard. Commissioner Gordon; she recognized him from the television, and from hearing her father speak of him once in a while.

Turning her eyes upwards to the woman next to her whose black hair was short and styled neatly, green eyes turned to a television like she wasn't interested in what was going out in that hallway the young girl slipped a foot forward, then the other. Stealthy; she imagined herself to be. Completely and utterly undetectable as she was proud of the three steps she got before a hand fell to her shoulder, perfectly done nails with a deep red polish shining on her thin black coat.

"I know you're anxious," the voice of the woman held amusement that easily shown in those bright green eyes. "But you're just going to have to wait." Her red painted lips twisted into a gentle smile and the dark haired girl stuck out her lower lip.

"But Mom…" Her voice held a whine and she closed one eye as the hand moved from her shoulder to brush across her hair, petting her gently.

"Shush." It was a command, soft but final and the young girl turned her cool blue gaze back to the hallway.

Those deep jade eyes turned back to the television where the images of a roaring fire flashed on the screen and her red painted lips thinned.

Of all nights to be needed.

"Helena." The tall woman turned her gaze back down to her daughter who merely hunched her shoulders in response, no doubt in expectation of being scolded once again. "I need to go, tell your father that the shelter gave me a call." Leaning down she pressed her lips to the temple of the sulking child then slipped away with a last call of encouragement for good behavior.

That behavior lasted all of thirty seconds, until she saw the slender figure of her mother move down the hallway at her back and then she bolted for the door in front of her. Hand closing around the knob she gave it a tug and was assaulted by even more sounds and smells.

None of that interested her, she was much too focused on that bouncing shoe that she now saw had a pair of jeans attached to it, followed by the bottom of a black t-shirt that moved all the way up to the face of a boy. He had blue eyes that looked just like her own, dark hair like hers too and a scowl.

His arms were crossed against his chest, and she wrinkled her nose as she noticed he had a butt chin. He wasn't looking at her though, instead he was looking straight ahead to the man crouched in front of him; her father.

"Is it okay with you? It will be different, and you won't be going to the same school as before." Her father's voice was gentle and caring. What did he need to be so nice for? Helena scowled at the thought of this boy getting special treatment already, and he hadn't even come home with them yet. This was going to be a disaster.

"I don't care." The boys voice was the opposite of her father's; it was rough, uncaring and his shoulders gave an ill mannered shrug.

'Ooh, he's going to get it.' Helena's hands moved to her hips and she straightened her shoulders, waiting for the little brat sitting on the bench to get what was coming to him, no doubt a stern lecture for the way he was acting.

"Then, if you don't care, are you ready to get out of here?" That same gentle voice continued and Helena felt her mouth open a bit in shock then those blue eyes narrowed.

Movement happened then, and she stepped back into the doorway of the waiting room more as her father stood up, looking incredibly tall to a ten year old girl and the boy stood as well, turning his face to hers calmly as if he had known she had been standing there all along.

His blue eyes locked onto hers and he opened his mouth to speak, crossed arms dropping so he could shove his hands in his pockets of his jeans instead. "Who's the scrawny shrimp?"

That was how Helena Wayne met Terry McGinnis.

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A/N: Okay, really short to start. I'm going to keep writing on it tonight, hopefully to finish chapter one by tomorrow if someone…anyone likes the concept so far. It's going to be different.