Author's Note: Well new fanfic, hope you enjoy!

I sat in the back of the car looking out the window, watching Gotham go by. Before today I would have never gotten into a car without asking a question or two, but nothing mattered now, nothing at all. I sighed, things had been going so well. Two months ago me, my Mom and my Step-Dad Kevin had moved to Gotham from Central City. My Mom had gotten a job in Wayne Tech, she was going to get to research the things she loved. Kevin had got a job with a new building contractor, but I knew he wasn't happy with the move. I never liked Kevin, he was mean, cruel even, he was always drinking and he would shout at me for doing nothing. I wondered if Mom had noticed or did she choose not to. They had got a new apartment and I had enrolled in a new school, Gotham North, it was nice, I had made friends. But everything changed last night. I was in my room, trying to sleep, when I heard my Mom and Kevin argue again. They always did this, I hated it. He wanted to go back to Central City, he said he hated Gotham. Mom had told him to quiet down, but that didn't work, he then started again on his favourite subject, my last name. He demanded that Mom changed it to his, Mom refused, she always refused. I had had enough, I had gotten out of bed and pulled on a hoodie, opened my window and got out on to the fire escape. I nearly screamed in fright and slipped, but caught myself. Standing before me was Batman and Robin. It was this moment that I wanted to take back, I should have gone back in to the apartment, I should have helped. A gun shot rang out, I froze and spun around, Batman ran in, but Robin held me back, a second shot rang out. Batman appeared around the corner, I knew it was over, Kevin had done it, I turned and buried my head in Robin's chest and cried, I felt him place his hand on my back and rubbed it, telling me it was going to be alright, I breathed in his scent, finding comfort in it.

The rest of the night was a blur to me of police, interviews, people and lights. A police woman came over to me and asked me did I have anyone I could go to. I shook my head, Mom was an only child and both my grandparents were dead. I was all alone. The police woman nodded and told a plain clothes detective. I looked up at him, he was tall with greying red hair and a moustache, he looked down at her with a knowing sympathetic look.

"It's ok kid, you're gonna be fine," He smiled gently to me.

A police woman took a list of things I wanted from the house, and put them in a back pack for me. She told me to get in a police car, I got in the car and she drove to Downtown. We had stopped outside a tall house, I had gotten out of the car, hugging my bag close. The cop led me up the stairs to the door, it opened and there were kids every where, screaming and running around, it was past 11, what was going on. Then it had hit me, it was a foster house, there was no where else to put me. The cop gave the woman a form to sign and the woman had shown me to a room. The room was tiny and there was a small bed in the corner, it was almost like a prison, my own personal prison. I curled up on the bed and cried myself to sleep, I never felt so alone.

"Are you sure sir?"

"Yes, she is my daughter, there is no doubt."

I had woken up to a thump on the door, the woman told me that there was someone here for me. So I got my things and went down the stairs, dodging kids. When I went out the front door, there was a man waiting for me, he was tall and slender and almost stood to attention.

"Hello Miss, very nice to meet you," He said in a polished English accent.

"Hi," I said then looked at the floor, my black hair cloaking my face. "I'm Alex." I said just in case he didn't know. He had nodded and opened the door of the car and I had gotten in.

So now looking about the window, the scenery changed. The houses got bigger and the city was further away. The car pulled in to a driveway, and before my eyes there was a massive house, turrets almost came out from the sides. The car stopped by the front door and I got out.

"Welcome Miss Alexandra," the man said.

"Thanks, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." I smiled sheepishly.

"Alfred miss," He said taking my bag and heading up the stairs to the house.

I trotted after him and my breath was taken away again when I walked in to the door, the hall way was huge and dominated by a sweeping staircase at the back.

A voice broke the silence, "Is she hear?" A boy about my age came out of a room off the hall. He had jet black hair and shocking blue eyes. He ran towards me and skidded to a halt.

"Easy now Master Richard, she a little fragile," Alfred warned the new face.

He nodded to the older man, "I'm sorry." Then turned to me with a smile, "Hi, I'm Dick Grayson, nice to meet you." He hugged me close, something triggered in my mind, I couldn't put my finger on it, it was familiar. Foot steps came down the stairs, there was a man standing there, he was tall, broad, about 6 foot 4, he had jet black hair and brown eyes.

"Hello Alexandra, I'm Bruce Wayne," He smiled down at me.

My jaw dropped a little, the Bruce Wayne, "Call me Alex," I patted myself on the back for stay cool.

He smiled, and lead me and Dick in to a room off the hall, it was a stunning as the rest of the house and a fire blazed in the hearth. Bruce turned back to me, "Alex, there is something that I want to tell you and please hear me out before you react." I narrowed my eye brows, Bruce continued, "This might come as a shock, but I am your biological father."

My jaw did drop, all composure gone, how could I have been so stupid! I have an IQ of 140, my full name; Alexandra Brice Wayne. I could have kicked myself. Bruce even looked like me too, although I didn't have his height, I was about an inch shorter than Dick. But he was my Dad, the guy that Mom had talked about, it was him, he was there, standing in front of me. I stepped forward and did the only thing I could think of; I hugged him. He enveloped me in a hug, his towering height acting like a shield from the world. He broke away and turned to Dick, "Give her the tour ok? I'll be back in awhile." Bruce smiled at me again and patted my shoulder.

Dick grinned at me, "Come this way." He took my hand and led me through the far doors. The house was vast to say the least; there was a huge dining room, several sitting rooms, a large kitchen with a warm hearth that looked like it could warm the house. Dick lead me down a corridor. "This is my favourite place," He swung the doors open to reveal a large, bright, airy room. Mirrors ran along the sides and all around the room was gymnastic equipment, there were rings, bars, the horse, mats for floor work. I walked past Dick looking at the room, it was amazing.

"Can I?" I asked him pointing at the mats.

"Yeah sure, I didn't know you could do this. Well come to think about it, I don't know much about you at all." Dick grinned, "But yeah, go ahead."

I smiled at him and put my hair in to a pony tail and took off my shoes. I stood on one corner and centred myself, it had been a long time since I had done this. I took two larger powerful steps and kicked off the ground with my feet flipping in the air making sure my body was tucked correctly. As I landed I grinned to myself, I still got it, so I launched off again doing a double round off. I landed a little heavily on my feet, I was out of practice. I walked off the mat and Dick came over.

"Wow, your good." He said clapping his hands.

I curled a loose strand of hair back from my face, "Thanks," I grinned. He showed me around the room and told me about all the different machines and frames. I listened intently enjoying his passion of gymnastics and acrobatics. Our conversation was broken when Alfred appeared at the door.

"Lunch is served children," He said and walked out of the room.

Dick and I followed him to the dining room and sat down. Alfred brought us warm chicken and fries. I thanks him and we both tucked in. Dick and I chatted about our lives and I learned that his parents had died, they were murdered by a criminal called Danny Zuko, but Zuko had justice brought to him and was now in prison. So Dick had no one, but the Bruce took him in, wow, I thought, Bruce takes in strays.

Dick finished his meal and nearly licked the plate clean, but a look from Alfred stopped him in is tracks. I giggled, it was the first time I laughed in days.

The day wore on, but in a good way, it past peacefully. We went outside and played basketball. Dick was good, but I had him a few times. Then he shows me up to my new room. I walked in and fell in love with it; the walls were high, a four poster bed took centre stage and a fire place was on the opposite wall, a door lead off to an ensuite. I was over come with emotion, tears flowed down my face.

"Whoa, are you ok?" Dick said.

"Yeah, sorry, just a little overwhelmed," I sniffed, wiping my face clear of tears.

"Hey, its gonna be ok, trust me. You'll get whelmed soon." He hugged me.

"Whelmed?" I asked looking up at him.

"Yeah, I mean everyone is either overwhelmed or underwhelmed, people just need to be whelmed." Dick said shrugging his shoulders.

I laughed, "Thanks and I really mean it, thanks. It almost feels a little normal today."

Dick gave me a lopsided smile and wiped a tear with his thumb from my eye. "My room is down the hall, ok? Good night." He left me on my own for the first time since I arrived. I looked around at my new life, it all happen so fast. There was still the dark emptiness of where Mom was but it was lessened some how. I yawned, bed now for sure. The sheets were warm and soft, sleep took me, but my dreams were strange. Capes flowed in the wind, people leapt from windows. I jumped up from my sleep, breathing heavily. Something caught my eye out the window, but it disappeared pretty quickly. I got out of bed and went to check it out. I heard the window in the next room open, that was Dick's room. I ran to my door, nothing was going to happen to Dick, I couldn't let anything happen again.

I went down the corridor quietly. and put my hand on the door knob. It turned it slowly and leapt in the room. The figure in the corner moved to look at the door and I made a move. The person leapt at me and I dodged flicking my leg and tripping them so they landed flat on their back.

"Ok, ok stop," Dick's voice came from the floor.

"What the…?" I flicked on the light. For the second time that day my jaw hit the floor. Lying on the ground at my feet was Dick, but it wasn't totally Dick, he was Robin.

'You're Robin!" My voice went up about four octaves.

Dick stood up and rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, sorta, you got me. And OW by the way."

"I'm so sorry," I pulled him up off the floor, "But what the hell?! You're Robin? And that must mean that Bruce, Bruce is Batman?"

Dick took off his eye mask, revealing his dark blue eyes, he nodded, "Yeah you got it." I had to sit down, this was a lot to take in. Dick sat beside me, "You ok?"

I exhaled, "My brain is about to implode, this is too much to take in."

Dick put his arm around me, "Hey it'll be ok, I was exactly where you are a year ago."

I nodded and smiled, life was going to be a little different from now on. But hey life changes and we gotta roll with the punches.