Sofia became aware of the fact that she was awake before even opening her eyes. Deciding to revel in the softness that surrounded her body at the moment, she snuggled deeper into the bed she was in when she heard two distinctly male voices conversing softly near her. She soon figured out that she was the topic of their conversation as the first one, Alfred, murmured quietly,

"I do hope the young lady is alright. She seemed perfectly fine, despite a slight hint of tiredness when she was in the kitchen. I wonder what could cause her to fall unconscious like that?"

Keeping her eyes closed, pleasant shivers ran down her spine as the second voice, one that she only guessed had to be Mr. Wayne replied in a smooth, soft tone,

"She will be fine. I believe she's just overwhelmed and a bit in shock. When I found her she looked to have not eaten for days. I'm sure that even though she was starved, eating so suddenly overloaded her in a way and made her fatigue worse. When she wakes she needs to take it slow."

Sofia felt….touched… that these two men whom she had never met in her entire life were willing to take her in and literally nurse her back to health. No one had ever cared for her that much. Smiling slightly into her pillow (but out of their sight range), Sofia relaxed and let the remaining remnants of her fatigue wash over her and put her back to sleep.

--

Sofia awoke hours later to find that the house was silent. Blinking groggily at the bedside clock, she saw that it was well past midnight. Wow, she slept long! Her stomach seemed to agree as it grumbled incredibly loud. She stretched slowly before quietly slipping out of bed and seeing if she could smuggle some food out of the kitchen.

--

Bruce stood outside on the balcony letting the breeze ruffle his hair. Finally for one night the criminals of Gotham had decided to stay in, so Batman was not needed. And for that he was grateful. He needed a break, if only for a little while. Sighing, he exhaled loudly before going back inside. As he walked down the hall, he heard small noises and clinks coming from what sounded like the kitchen. Approaching the doorway, he silently watched as the young woman who had literally fallen into his arms earlier rummaged through his refrigerator. Clearing his throat, he watched in amusement as she spun in surprise, nearly dropping the food items she was holding.

--

Sofia had been pulling the last sandwich items out of the refrigerator when she heard someone clear their throat from behind her. Jumping, she spun quickly, nearly dropping the things in her hands. She saw a tall, well built man with sparkling deep blue eyes leaning against the doorframe shooting her a crooked smile.

"M-Mr. Wayne! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just got hungry an-"

"It's fine. I was up already. And please, call me Bruce."

As he walked up to her, Sofia took in his handsome appearance even more before replying,

"Thank you."

"So," Bruce began, pulling a seat out for Sofia before taking the rest of the food from her, "what is your name? I would have asked earlier but seeing as you fainted well-" He just grinned when she blushed.

"Sofia. Sofia Simmons."

"Well Sofia Simmons," Bruce said gesturing to different condiments asking her in a silent question if she wanted it on her sandwich, "what is your story?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, smiling as he pushed the plate holding her sandwich towards her before making his own.

"How did you come to be wandering the dangerous streets of Gotham by yourself?"

Bruce suddenly sensed he asked the wrong thing when she went silent, casting her eyes toward the floor. Pulling a chair up to the island next to her he just waited until she was ready to speak.

Sighing she murmured quietly,

"My parents died long ago. I sold our possessions for money for room and board so I wouldn't have to live in an orphanage, but it ran out. I can hardly even remember what they look or sound like anymore."

Bruce studied the young woman next to him for a minute as he thought of a proper response. Her midnight black hair fell over one shoulder, the violet eyes that had met his just moments ago dimmed in sadness.

"I know how you feel. My parents were killed in front of me when I was a child. Luckily I had Alfred."

"He raised you?"

"Yes. He's taken care of me my whole life."

"You are very lucky. He cares for you a lot."

Bruce smiled. "I know."

Getting up to put he empty plate in the sink, Sofia turned to Bruce.

"If you'll excuse me Mr. Wayne-"

"Bruce."

"Bruce," she smiled, "I'm tired so I imagine I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Bruce whispered after Sofia had disappeared.

--

The next morning Sofia shuffled into the kitchen to the amusement of Alfred.

"Tired?'

"Very. Where's Bruce?"

"Mr. Wayne has already left for work, but he would like you to meet him for lunch at 1:30PM. I will come with you to drop you off."

"Well….alright. I guess I can't refuse, huh?" she joked before beginning to eat.