Shit! I am so late! I thought as I ran throughout my house, trying to get ready for the meeting. Mr. Hawkins had filled out the papers to adopt me, and today was approval and signing day. I grabbed a long sleeved green button down shirt and a pair of black high heels from my closet and ran downstairs. I had just gotten the shirt completely buttoned and was about to slip on the shoes when the phone rang.

Lord of the Flies I'm going to kill someone. "Hello?" I answered the phone, hiding my anger.

"Is this Andrea Hojem?"

"Yes, who's this?" I kept the phone between my shoulder and ear while I finished getting ready.

"Dr. Reed Richards, you sent me the blood sample."

"Right, right, how did that go?" I quickly brushed my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.

"It went well. So well, in fact, that I would like you to come to New York. I would appreciate it if I could do more tests on you."

I stopped. "Uh, look can I call you back in an hour or so? I'm late for a meeting."

"Sure."

I hung up the phone, threw it onto the couch, and teleported to the Freeman Community Center, that's where this was going down.

"You're late." Bruce Wayne said to me as he saw me appear.

"I know and I'm sorry. I got a phone call from Reed Richards."

"Seriously?" Robert Hawkins, who was standing next to Bruce asked as we entered his office.

"Yeah, I'll tell you about it later." The woman who was going to change everything stood up as we came in.

"You understand this adoption means that Mr. Wayne will no longer have any hold over what happens to you?" She asked me about fifteen minutes later.

"Yes."

"Do you understand this, Mr. Wayne."

"Yes, I do."

"Mr. Hawkins, do you understand?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, may I please speak with Miss Hojem alone?"

"Sure." The two grown men answered and the got up and left the room.

"I just want to ask you some simple questions."

"They can't be in here for that?" I wasn't exactly comfortable with this lady.

"I wanted to make sure that they weren't influencing your answer in any way. Now, your full name is Andrea Lotus Wayne, correct."

"Yes."

"You were born on February 2, 1990?"

"Yes."

"Meaning that you are seventeen years of age?"

"Yes."

She pulled out a piece of paper from the pile on her lap. "I have a statement here that you told Mr. Hawkins you were sixteen. Why?"

I shrugged. "I didn't want him to think that I was held back for being stupid, because I'm not. I moved around a lot when I was little and somehow missed a year of school."

"Were you born in Gotham General Hospital?" Back to Twenty Questions.

"Yes."

"Was your biological mother Emily May Gardner-Hojem, your biological father Thomas Bruce Wayne, and your surrogate father Jefferson Michael Hojem?"

"Yes."

"Is it true that you have been to over one hundred and twenty foster homes in the country?"

"Yes."

"Is it true that you have run away from most of those homes?"

"Yes."

"And what makes this home any different from them?"

"I love the Hawkins family and they love me."

The woman was quiet for a minute before she said loudly, "Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Wayne, you can come in now." The two men came in and sat down next to me like before. "Mr. Hawkins, I have no reason to believe that this girl will stay with you long than three weeks, so I have no legit reason to sign her off to you. Mr. Wayne, why do you feel that giving Andrea to Mr. Hawkins is the better choice than adopting her yourself?"

"I personally believe that living with a supportive family in a neighborhood where there is actual grass is better than living in a lonely mansion with a billionaire playboy." Well done, Brucie.

"Mr. Hawkins?"

He smiled. "I agree with Bruce, completely."

The woman just sighed, took out a pen from her coat pocket and started signing papers. "Miss Hojem, if you run away from this family, the next place I will send you will be Juvenile Hall. Do you understand?" She stared coldly into my eyes.

"Yes."

The woman sighed again and handed the papers over to Mr. Hawkins. "Thank you, Judge Sanders."

"You're welcome."

"Dr. Richards?" I asked the speaker in one of Wayne Enterprises board rooms.

"Yes?"

"This is Andrea Hojem with my father Robert and my brother Bruce. If you couldn't guess you're on speaker phone."

"Hello Robert, Bruce."

"Hello." They both said, but not at the same time.

"If you could, would you please describe in detail what you want me to come to New York for?"

"I would like to continue Mr. Fox's trials, except on the actual human subject and not a rat."

"So, you want to give me cancer?"

"Theoretically, yes."

I barely took a second to think about it. "I'm in. But only if they say I can be."

"Dr. Richards," Mr. Hawkins started. "What if you do give her an illness, but her healing doesn't work and she's infected?"

"Then we get her the best medical treatment possible." Mr. Hawkins looked at Bruce who just remained quiet.

Then, "I say we let her go."

"Why?" Mr. Hawkins inquired.

"Can't learn anything unless you take risks."

And Mr. Hawkins nodded. "Okay, you can go."

I smiled. "Thank you. How long will I be there, Dr. Richards?"

"If everything goes according to plan, eight to ten weeks. At most."

"I think we can deal with that. I'll be there tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodbye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone.