It was an abandoned warehouse. This was the type of thing the Joker, the Penguin, or Two-Face would use for their mysterious scheme. This was not a place where they were expecting to find young children whose blood had been defiled in an attempt to create super-powered soldiers. Especially not in Gotham, where there was an unspoken rule that Poison Ivy was the only meta allowed.

But that is just what they found. There were seven of them. All around the ages of ten or eleven. Nothing else connected them. Appearance, ethnicity, upbringing, even genders were different. Four girls and three boys. But only one was of special importance.

She was there the longest, the first taken. She was also the only one they had tested on so far. An albino, the scientists found her especially unique. Her white hair had grown long, to her legs. Her clothes were ripped jeans, a worn purple hoodie, and scuffed up black converse.

While Batman dealt with the thugs, Robin was sent to calm down the children. He had approached them quietly, slowly, and with his hands out in the open. He tried his best to get them to come to him. But they all stood behind the little girl, as if she could protect all of them. As he continued to try, she made a hand gesture. Immediately, the others all rushed to him.

The girl approached, slowly, cautiously. She stood a foot away from him before pulling something out of her hoodie pocket. It was a notebook. She wrote on a fresh page," I don't really care what happens to me, but protect them. Save them. Then I'll be able to die happy." She gave it to Robin carefully so the others couldn't read it.

Robin said," Batman and I are saving all of you. He's beating up the guards and destroying the data as we speak." He handed back the notebook just as carefully before adding," Let's head up so we can get you all back to your families or other guardians."

The kids all looked at the girl once more. She nodded. They turned their attention to Robin. He led them up and out, where they were met with the sight of police.

It was fairly easy to take them all back to their families or place them in foster homes. Except for two of them. The boy with the green scarf took awhile to part with the purple-hoodied girl. He gave her a hug and kept whispering things to her and saying he wanted to stay with her. But the girl kept pushing him toward his loving fathers, as if saying 'You no longer belong with me.'

The girl with the purple hoodie was a different matter all together. Nobody could weasel her name out of her. She would ignore everyone who talked to them, in favor of doodling in her small notebook. Eventually, Commissioner Gordon approached her in hopes of getting her to open up.

He noticed the sketch was a very realistic portrait of Robin. It looked so real, it seemed it could come off the page. He asked," So, you like to draw, huh? Do you always draw others, or do you draw other things?"

The girl continued to draw, working on the details of the suit. The R became prominent soon. Gordon asked," Would you tell me your name? It might help us find your home. You know, before everything."

The girl's grip around her pencil tightened, but that was the only indication anyone's had that she's been listening all night. She quickly moved to work on shading the landscape, only stopping when she needed to brush back some hair.

Gordon continued trying," Please, I just want to help you. Tell me your name."

Finally, the girl turned to a new page and began writing," I haven't the foggiest as to my name. They called us all by a color in there. I was Violet, as shown by my hoodie. They took me too young to remember much of anything."

She ripped it out, gave it to the Commissioner, and continued with shading her drawing. The pencil was small and old-looking. The eraser was gone. She must have had it for years.

Gordon sighed before leaving the girl to her notebook. He walked to his office and dialed a number he was familiar with. It rang a few times until he heard a British man answer," Wayne residence. How might we be of service to you?"

Gordon responded," Hey, Alfred. I need a favor from Bruce. Batman found this lab tonight, but one of the kids they experimented on doesn't know her name. We can't place her until we learn it, so could you guys let her stay there for a few nights?"

There was a pause that Gordon assumed meant Alfred had moved to ask Bruce. He heard Bruce on the phone as he agreed," It wouldn't be a problem with us. Anything to help our boys in blue. I'll send Alfred to come pick her up. He'll be there shortly."

-At the Manor because the retrieval and drive would be boring-

When they pulled up to the manor, Dick was ready to meet the girl he had saved as Robin that night. She intrigued him, because she didn't talk and was the leader for the group of kids. So as soon as she stepped into the house, he exclaimed," Hi! You must be the girl Gordon was talking about. You look interesting. I knew another albino when I was in the circus. He was the knife-thrower. He was a French guy named Jacques."

Bruce chuckled," Calm down, chum. She's only been free for four hours. You might scare her."

The girl, however, wasn't paying attention to the conversation. She was looking around the huge house, amazed that they were putting her here. She thought she would be on the streets, dead or dying. She could already feel the starvation taking a toll. She normally gave her meager rations to the others.

She had even told Robin she didn't care what happened to her in hopes they would let her die. The nameless experiment's death to come after freedom for the others was always how she thought she would die. Now, she was given the most luxurious night of them all.

Alfred seemed to notice her undernourishment. He tapped her shoulder to gain her attention before asking," Would you like something to eat?"

The girl nodded slightly, so Alfred went to heat up some chicken noodle soup for her. Bruce noticed the lack of speech, and decided to get her a check-up tomorrow with Leslie Thompkins. For now, he led her to the table to eat and discuss living arrangements.

Soon, she was staring a bowl of soup as Bruce asked," We have many guest rooms that are ready for you. Is there a specific area you would want to sleep?"

The girl takes out her notebook again. She wrote on it," Whatever would be easiest for you is fine. I wouldn't even be picky if you had me sleep under the table." She slid it to him as she took her first bite of soup.

Bruce read the message and said," In that case, I would prefer to give you the room next to Dick's. That way, you can easily get our help if you need it. My room is across from his."

The girl nodded as she ate the rest of the soup in her bowl. It was a quiet meal, as neither initiated any other conversation. It was also five in the morning, but that meant little to either of them. So, Bruce led her to the room after she finished her bowl.

They didn't see her again until about noon. She seemed freshly washed, with newly brushed hair. Her clothes, however, remained the same.

Bruce asked," Did you sleep well?"

The girl pulled out her notebook and wrote," As well as a freed experiment can, I guess. Slept about three hours, tidied myself up, lounged around in there. When I leave, I'm taking the stationary with me. Got it rich man?"

She tossed it to him, and found her way to a seat far enough down the table they could easily communicate and still as far as possible. Bruce chuckled as he read it and passed it onto Dick. He asked," I wanted to get you a check-up. A doctor we trust, Leslie Thompkins, is free today. Would you be alright with going?"

The girl merely nodded as she recovered her notebook and opened to the drawing she started in the precinct. Now, she put images in a few windows of other buildings. A man watching t.v., a woman at her desk, a child asleep. Just everyday life.

The bats took notice of the drawing. Dick asked," Do you like Robin? Have you met him before?" Despite knowing the second one's answer, he couldn't help but ask.

The girl flipped to a new page and wrote," He's the one that collected us while the Bat faced the goons. He did the job I asked. He's earned my respect, I guess. But that's not why I drew him." She showed the boys the message.

Dick asked," Why did you draw him then?"

The girl answered," I was taken before he came around, but the others kept telling me that he'd save us. I knew the Bat terrified others, so I wasn't sure what to expect. He, well he was what I drew for the others a lot.

" They weren't ever right, seeing as I hadn't seen anything about him. The kids didn't care though. They said it meant we would work together to save them. Now that I've seen him, I wanted to draw him the way he really looked. Give it to Green. He believed most." She gave them the page before continuing to add details. After the windows, she added trash on the roof and the streets.

Bruce was concerned by the response. He knew Robin was only out for two years, but that didn't help him. It meant that was the minimum time they had her. And the way she wrote 'the kids', as if she wasn't one was also unsettling.

The rest of the meal was also eaten in silence. Alfred's blackened tilapia and Greek salad was a delicious light meal, which was all they were sure the girl could stomach. They weren't sure how often she had been fed, but they wanted to make sure it wouldn't be too much. It was a bit hard to tell with the hoodie.

–At the Clinic, because no conversation took place in the car–

Leslie asked," So, I've been informed you have no name. Is there something you want to be called until you do?"

The girl was playing with her hair, braiding and unbraiding sections of it as it rested on her right shoulder. The girl shrugged. She wasn't sure how she felt about continuing to call herself Violet, but it's not like she had a list of names lined up.

Leslie thought for a bit before suggesting," What about Lumi? It means snow in Finnish. Or maybe Bianca? It means white in Italian. It could be in reference to your hair."

The girl thought for a bit before raising her left hand and putting up her index finger.

Leslie nodded," Lumi it is then. Now, let's continue with your check-up. Step up to the scale please."