I don't know what to call it. Trust? Hate? It doesn't matter anyway. Because he's all that matters. The final puzzle piece. If only I knew why. Why did he put me here? He caused me so much pain. And yet…. It's so hard to hate someone when you know your future. Watch your back. Trust no one. Not even yourself.

Alexanndria sat in a chair across from Leslie Thompkins, the head of Gotham Orphanage for Special Children; or GOFSC. Unbeknownst to all of the children, the orphanage was actually an orphanage for children with supernatural abilities; powers.

Alex who had been in this orphanage for most of her life, had light brown with a hint of blonde hair down to the base of her neck, her eyes were green, and tan skin (she was mixed).

She just sat there looking at Leslie with an expressionless face. "Have I done something wrong?" she simply asked. Leslie shook her head. She was worried that she would turn out like her mother, or worse, like her father.

The phone in her office rang, cutting the silence like a knife. Leslie, startled picked up the phone quickly.

"GOFSC, how may I help you?" she asked professionally, but the voice on the other end spoke in a low tone.

"Did you find her yet?" Batman asked getting straight to the point. Leslie sighed at the voice of Batman for she was one of the very few people that new his identity: Bruce Wayne.

"Fortunately I have. She's been here since she was just a baby…" Leslie spoke in a whisper so that Alex didn't hear. "Are you sure this is the only way, Bruce?" she didn't receive an answer. She sighed once more and hung up the phone. She turned to Alex who had turned her focus the buildings outside the big window behind my desk. "Alex." Upon hearing her name, she directed her attention to the woman in front of her. "Pack your bags. You're being adopted."

"Is this really necessary Bruce? Don't you have enough children with just me?" Tim asked after hearing he was adopting a girl.

A girl in the manor?! Good luck with that one Bruce! Tim thought as he crossed his arms. "And why the heck are we even adopting her anyway?"

Bruce looked over to his second adopted son with a glare that could make any villain pee their pants. "Because we need her to track down Catwoman. She could be holding valuable information and not even know it, and we would need to get close to her to get it out of her." He pressed.

Alfred who was driving the car they were in spoke up. "I must say, Master Bruce that having a daughter could be quite a thrill." Bruce chose to ignore that because they were just now pulling up toward the orphanage.

He didn't want anyone else to know it, but Bruce was looking very much forward to being with Alexanndria.

Bruce was the first to greet the quiet girl sitting in the waiting room with a warm smile. "Hello. My name, as you may know, is Bruce Wayne. It is nice to meet you Alex. He said putting his hand out for a shake. She hesitated but shook it and returned his smile with a small but quite vibrant smile.

"This is Tim. He's going to be you're adoptive brother." Bruce said gesturing to the boy folding his arms behind him. Bruce nudged him toward Alex.

"Hi…" she said shyly to him and he softened up a bit. "Hey. It looks like I'm your new brother" he said grinning.

"We must get going Leslie. Thank you for your help. "And with that, they were on their way to the Wayne Manor.

Alex lay down on her looking straight at the ceiling. It was impossible for her to sleep because of all the thoughts running through her head. She sat up and decided to get some water.

She cautiously made her way downstairs toward the kitchen, passing through the living room. She was about to make it to the door before she tripped over a shoe and nearly fell, but she caught herself. The grandfather clock she was hanging onto suddenly swung open, and she was startled. There was a long dark stairway leading downstairs. Curiosity got the best of her and she tip toed down the stairs toward a dim light she saw. She began hearing voices.

"We should take her back to the orphanage. She couldn't possibly know anything about Catwoman, Bruce."

"We'll have to wait and see."

She'd heard of Catwoman before. She tip toed down a few more stairs to see a cave with a huge computer and technology of all sorts. But what caught her attention was Bruce. Well Batman. She didn't know exactly why, but something in her snapped.

"All of these lies. I've been lied to all my life, and just when I'm about to start a new one, another lie comes through." She was close to yelling.

Both Bruce and Tim became startled by this, "Alex!" Tim said very surprised.

"YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO FIND OUT SOONER OR LATER! YOU JUST WANTED TO ADOPT ME BECAUSE I MIGHT HAVE KNOWN SOMETHING! YOU WERE GOING TO BREAK MY HEART LIKE EVERYONE ELSE DID IN MY LIFE!" she had made her way down the stairs. "And now you'll pay…" she said and suddenly her nails grew and her round pupils became long vertical slits; resembling a cat's.

She did a front ariel and slashed at Tim who barely dodged it. "Yup. Definitely Catwoman's." Tim said frantically as she spun kicked and hit him in the jaw. Before she could act again, Batman injected her with a sedative, and before she collapsed into his arms, she returned to normal.

Batman places her onto the med table.

"What the heck just happened?!" Tim yelled rubbing the side of his jaw.

"Since this was most likely the first time for her changing, she experienced irrational anger, resulting in her becoming violent in her feline state." Batman answered. She had a lot of training to do.