A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank my beta for The Lost and Found Box for taking the time to review my work, and second I want to explain the title. Colony is what you call a group of bats and pup is what you call a baby bat (I just googled that info a few seconds ago :P)

Alfred listened patiently as his long lost friend told him of his plans to rid Gotham of corruption and criminals. Bruce Wayne, who has been missing for seven years, was currently with him right now.

"Master Bruce," Alfred told him after a moment of silence, "Do you remember a certain relationship with someone early in your Princeton years?"

Bruce chuckled, "I was in my college years, Alfred, I had a lot of relationships."

Alfred smiled, "Do you recall an Amber Regan?"

Bruce nodded immediately, "Yeah, I went out with her for a month or two during my early years in the university before she left me. We were quite good friends before that," he answered, "Why? What does this have to do with anything?"

"She passed away along with her husband two years ago."

Bruce looked solemn but still confused as to why Alfred would mention this, "That's awful," Bruce said, "but what does it have to do with me? No offence to them or anything."

"She had a daughter who's now eleven," Alfred said, "it was stated in her will that you're her father."

"A- a daughter?" Bruce stuttered, "She- I – are you sure?"

If the situation was different Alfred would have laughed at how comical Bruce's face looked, but alas it was not.

"There was a DNA test performed, in the insistence of Mr. Earle, and it was positive. Since you left everything to me, the company agreed that she should stay with me."

Bruce cleared his throat. "I'm- I'm a father," he said in disbelief, unable to keep his eyes dry.

Alfred gave him a concerned hug before Bruce could speak again.

"I don't know anything about her! What's she like? Her favorite color?" he asked, "I don't even know her name!"

Alfred let out a chuckle, "Her name's Charlie, her favorite color depends on her mood but it's usually sky blue and she's a lot like you. The rest, you'll just have to find out."

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My name is Charlie. Charlie Wayne. Until recently, I lived in the great city of Las Vegas, with my mother and step father. And this is my story.

Eleven years ago I was born.

Seven years ago my biological father went missing.

Four years ago my mother died.

Three year ago I started living in the Wayne manor.

Two years ago I started going to a new school.

Eighteen months ago Alfred officially became my guardian.

Twelve months ago we bought a dog named Remus.

Seven months ago I visited Wayne Enterprise for the first time.

Three months I left the country for the first time.

Fifteen hours ago Alfred received a phone call.

Fourteen hours ago he left.

Eight hours ago I got back from school.

Five hours ago until now I've been waiting by the window.

Two hours ago I was suppose to go to bed.

Thirty minutes ago I've started ignoring the voices in my head telling me that it was a fake call.

Two minutes ago I spotted the car from the distance.

Forty-five second ago they entered the gate.

Twenty seconds ago I heard their footprints in the gravel.

Fifteen second ago I hid behind the couch.

Ten seconds ago the door opened.

Nine seconds ago they entered the house.

Five seconds ago they entered the room I was in.

Three, two, one, they passed the couch I hid myself in.

I let out a breath I was holding as I heard their voice fade in the other room.

That was him. Just across the room stood the now found, Bruce Wayne.

Did we even look alike? We have the same hair I guess.

I started playing with a lock of my hair. The straight long strands seemed to have the same shade as his, dark brown. I obviously did not inherit it from my mom, she was dirty blonde.

Sighing, I decided to head back to bed before Alfred found out I was still awake, god knows nothing gets past the man. I stood up with the intention of heading upstairs as quietly as possible, when I heard a flapping noise just besides my ear.

I turned around and was face to face with a huge black bat.

I unintentionally let out a scream and my legs found a life of their own and started moving away from it.

I ran into something hard.

"Sorry," I said, turning around to face what I had run into.

I was met with dark eyes that looked at me with amusement.

"No problem," the man said.

I couldn't speak. My mouth was dry.

Alfred cleared his throat. "Bruce, this young lady who should have been in bed by now, is Charlie," he then turned my way, "Charlie, this man is Bruce Wayne."

If the situation was different, I would have laughed, but unfortunately it wasn't.

"Hello Charlie," he said, extending a hand.

I took it briefly before clinging to Alfred.

I knew it was a childish move in my part, but in my defense, I was a child.

"Let's get you to bed," Alfred said, taking my arm.

"Goodnight," Bruce said.

"Night," I muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.

Thankfully, Alfred did not talk to me as he tucked me in. For that I was immensely grateful.

I did not get any sleep though. My mind was too full for me to get any rest.

I always knew he was my father. My mom didn't keep secrets from me. She also said that he didn't know about me since she never told him.

I was ok with not having him around. I didn't really care. I had my mom, my stepdad, my honorary aunts and uncles, and my friends.

He probably doesn't even want me around. He'll probably just send me to boarding school or something, that's what rich people do to get rid of their kids.

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I woke up the next morning feeling as if there was something different. I woke up earlier than usual, which was awfully curious because normally Alfred would be waking me because I'm almost late for school. I shrugged and started getting ready. I double-checked my things to make sure I finished all my homework.

"Morning Remus," I said, bending down to greet my dog. I wasn't sure what breed he was (probably mixed) but he was light brown and was almost up to my waist.

He barked in greeting.

"Oh, so he's yours," said a voice. Immediately everything that happened yesterday came crashing back to me.

"We bought him a few weeks ago, sir," I said politely. My shoes suddenly looked interesting.

He chuckled, and I felt myself turn red, "You don't have to call me that," he said.

I nodded, I felt Remus lick my hand. "Breakfast ready," I heard Alfred's voice from the kitchen.

"Hope you're hungry," Bruce said, "It looked like he was making the feast."

I followed him to the kitchen with Remus' collar in the hand.

"You're up early," said Alfred, "What's the occasion?"

I rolled his eyes at his jest, "You're cooking a lot, what's the occasion?"

"Touché," he responded.

Awkward silence fell on the table.

"Bruce, what are you planning on doing today?" Alfred asked Bruce.

I saw Alfred look at me and then back at Bruce.

"I'm thinking of going to the Wayne Towers and talk to Mr. Earle," he said, before turning to me, "Do you want to come along?"

I shook my head, "I have to go to school,"

He looked as if he wanted to say more, but I wasn't really sure.

It felt odd, just odd. Was I supposed to say something? Was I supposed to jump in his arms? Did he even like the fact that I lived in his house? Was I just a nuisance who he had to endure until he could figure out a way to get rid of me? I've heard people say in school that if Bruce was alive he would get rid of me. Of course I never used to listen to them since the only ones who said things like that was Kristine and her followers - I mean "friends".

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you take today off," said Alfred, "Considering the circumstances."

I wanted to laugh at Alfred's not so subtle attempt to make me go with Bruce, but so far all I was able to do was give out a nervous chuckle.

"Mr. Gobstone told us that we can't miss today's exam," I told him. I wasn't ready to spend any time alone with Bruce.

"I could drop you to school, on my way to work," Bruce suggested.

I looked at him confusedly, "It's ok," I said, "but the driver's already waiting. Thanks anyway."

As I walked of, I couldn't help but wonder why he seemed insistent on spending time with me. From what people have told me, rich parents don't spend time with they're kids. If they find their kids too much to handle, they send them to boarding school, if not, they keep them at home.

I hoped that Bruce wouldn't find me too much of a bother, because as much as I hated to admit it, Wayne Manor grew on me. I would hate to leave it.

A/N: Thanks for reading, If you have any comments just ask me using that little button on the bottom next to the speech bubble.

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