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Bruce's POV

Once Alfred and I took a seat, we started settling in to eat. Alfred really outdid himself this time. He made pancakes, sausage, egg, bacon, hash brown, and muffins. I sneak a glance at Kayne and I could tell she was in heaven. Her eyes had a certain sparkle to them as she stared down the bacon. I doubt she was fed this much in her life.

I grab the syrup and start pouring it on my pancakes. "Aren't you going to eat Kayne?" I question as she stares down at her plate in wonder. She jumps in surprise as if she forgot we were here. She nods and looks around for a bit. Her eyes stop at my hands and she bursts out laughing.

I look down to see I had kept pouring syrup all over my plate. I instantly hold the bottle up and set it down. Great, my food is soggy now. I grumpily pick up my fork but when I look down my plates not in front of me anymore. Kayne had picked up my plate and switched it with hers.

Before I can protest she licks her fork and rubs the syrup in with the pancake. "How attractive." I reply sarcastically as I carefully put syrup on my new pancakes this time. She nods and smiles before cutting into the pancake. I notice Alfred is just a little too quiet. I glance over at him, to find him staring at both us with a smile on his face.

Kayne notices and instantly goes quiet again. "Oh don't stop your fun on my watch my dear. I haven't seen two kids have fun like this in a while." Alfred comments airily, gesturing at us to continue as he tucks in for his own breakfast.

Kayne doesn't really respond besides stuffing a huge piece of syrup soaked pancake in her mouth. She was just a pocket full of manners. I sigh and start eating my food. I had to go to a meeting today. It starts at eight so I had an hour and a half. I wonder what Kayne will do for today. It is October so shouldn't see be in school?

"Kayne, don't you have school?" I ask her curiously. She had just shoved a piece of bacon in her mouth. Lovely. She takes a drink and replies with a quiet, "No." It was Saturday so obviously not. "What about Monday? What school do you go to?" I ask again.

She shifts her eyes to Alfred in hope that he will answer. No such luck, he was pretending not to pay attention. A sent a silent thanks to him. "Um, its holiday?" she says in a questioning tone. "Don't ask me, I don't know." I reply sarcastically.

She looks up at me and replies, "I don't go to school. I am homeschooled." I take a sip from my orange juice. "That's better, the truth. Don't take me for an idiot. I may be old but it is the middle of October, there is no break now. Obviously I can't stay home and teach you because I have work all day and sometimes even nights. Alfred, I am sure could handle it but he is busy during the day. So I think we should enrol you into Gotham High." I remark, watching her play with a muffin

She glances up from her muffin, eyes blazing. "No school. I teach myself." She confirms before biting into the muffin. I shake my head, "You can't just teach yourself! That isn't fair for your education. You will be enrolled after Halloween which is next week."

She huffs but doesn't saying anything. In turn she just sulks, eats a bit of her muffin and doodle on her napkin. I don't know where she got the pen but I don't care. I felt satisfied that I had won the argument.

Alfred just shook his head and took his plate into the kitchen. I shot him a look that says, what, but he just shakes his head at me and continues on.

In silence we eat our food. I didn't realise how fast this little girl could eat her food. Even though she was just picking at her food, her pancakes were diminished and her muffins disappeared. She was now eat the bacon like beef jerky while drawing with her left hand.

She was left handed? How unique. She seems so animated in what she was doing. Her face would morph into certain thoughtful looks and then instantly drop into one of stone. To think Alfred thought I was the one with the stone expression. I snort and continue picking at my food.

I couldn't help myself from analyzing her though. Her skin was so pale that she could have probably blended in with the wall. She must not be used to the sun then, probably kept underground all her life. Her eyes had a faint almond shape to them but were still big and round. The intensity of her brown eyes flickers as she gets heatedly into drawing what ever it was.

Her face was small and sharp. Her cheekbones were high and angular like she was carved. Her hair is a wave of curls that were starting to dry. It slightly moved every time she would sit up a little straighter to calculate what she was doing.

What she was doing. Hm what is she doing? I try to peek across the table to see what she was doing but she suddenly slams her hand down on it. She glances up with a glint in her eyes.

She picks up the napkin and examines it. Once she felt it was to her acceptance she handed it to me. She then gets up grabs her plate and walks beside me.

"I teach myself because it isn't fair to the other education. They are too loud and violent for me. I can't stand being the only right thing in an entire school, even if I am broken." She quietly answers. I know realise the glint in her eyes is victory as she leaves to the kitchen.

In my hand the napkin still stands folded. I open it and blink in surprise. She drew the schematics for a gun. She knows how to build a gun, more specifically a glock 19 9mm handgun. Below the schematics for the gun is a quick sketch that I instantly recognized. It was me, watching her.

Kayne's POV

I enter the kitchen and see Alfred doing the dishes. I walk by him and grab a towel to dry. He doesn't say anything about it but just continues with the dishes I placed on the counter.

When he accepts the cleanliness of the dishes he shuts the water off. I slowly wipe off the last bit of water. "Thank you, Ms Kayne. I apologize for Mr Wayne's behaviour. I am sure school will be fun. I doubt kids will try and hurt you there." Alfred tells me as he takes the dried dishes to be put up.

If I go to school, I doubt he will make me go to school now. Even if he does I will cause hell until he takes me out. I always win in arguments. Out of all the things that have happened or been done to me; school was never an option. My foster parents all knew I was too smart to be put in school. It would end badly and is a waste of my time.

My photographic memory and talent in my studies was usually one of the reasons I was fostered. It was also a reason I was sent back most of the time. The first foster home I can still remember clearly. They only fostered me so they can receive the check and use me to remember everything that was smuggled into their house. Then I found out the mother was going to have a baby. With that baby they were going to smuggle drugs in it.

I was only seven but I knew what that meant. The baby was going to be used like I was all those years ago but they never got a chance to use me.

The second home, I don't know why they adopted me. I was alone the whole time. Every once in a while I would find gifts addressed to me on a holiday but that was it. If I had seen them I would have given them the presents back, I don't like it when people spend money on me. I never got a chance to see them. The foster care system sooner or later found out a nine year old was alone and withdrew me from that home.

It was sad because I loved the surprise of waking up in the morning to have a present there waiting for me. The gifts weren't always child safe but every girl needs to learn how to protect herself with a weapon of some sort. I felt they were just looking after me.

The third house adored my skills. They honed them and sharpened me up. They studied me; sometimes in the cruelest way possible, pushing me to my limits until I couldn't move myself. Fighting me until I was close to the brink of death, but some how they always managed to revive me.

Yet they still loved me. They took me to amusement parks, libraries, vacation trips and even ball games. We had so much fun. It was like they were actually parents but some of their, um, 'experiments' were a bit uncalled for. They would punish me if I didn't do as I was told and the punishments were so horrid that I could even think about it.

I shiver out of my thoughts as the kitchen door opens to reveal Wayne. He walks straight over to me and hands me the napkin back. I take it with a smile.

"You don't have to go to school yet. I want to see what else you know. But for now just stay in your room and read unless you want to go to the library. Alfred can take you there. I will be gone most of the day but be back for lunch. Don't get into too much trouble." He remarks sarcastically, hesitantly patting my shoulder. It takes all my being not to flinch away from his strong hands.

I knew if I wanted to I could take this playboy billionaire but he still scared me. He is too questioning and calculating. He may send me back if he finds out what I am fully capable of. I don't want to go back to the foster home. I never want to go back there.

I nod my thanks, trying to not shake under his hands. He nods and takes his leave, gesturing for Alfred to follow. I wave cheerfully to Alfred with my fingers. He chuckles and waves back.

I laugh and look down at the napkin. He ripped the bottom drawing off. He most likely wanted to keep the drawing. I loved to draw. It felt like it was the one thing I could do with out adding violence to it. The schematics I drew were one of the first things I learnt to build.

I get of the sink counter and walk out of the kitchen. Wayne had just walked off and was heading up the stairs. Alfred looks sad, he fiddle with his pocket and turns to see me. "Hello again Kayne, Master Wayne asked me to show you the library when you get cleaned up so you can work on your studies and so forth." He greets.

I smile in anticipation. The library was my favourite place to go and with a manor this big I hoped the library matched its size. "I just need to change it a different shirt Alfred. You can wait outside my door if you want." I murmur, following him up the stairs.

"Yes, Miss Kayne." he says with a smile. I shot him a look. His smile widens as we reach my room. "So Kayne what do you enjoy to read?" Alfred asks as I enter my room. He turns away so I can change in peace. I think as I grab a shirt that said, "I'm fine", and had blood spatters on the side of it.

"Well," I start, tugging on my t-shirt, "I enjoy a good long book. It really doesn't matter as long as it tells me something new, exciting, and enchanting. For example, I just finished a novel recently and it claimed that an ant species in the Amazon can make itself combust as an act of suicide. Isn't that funny?"

I brush my hair into a loose ponytail and grab my laptop. I skip up to Alfred and tap his shoulder. He turns and gestures father down the hall. I smile and walk forward. I liked Alfred. He was kind, and funny. He helped me relax by adding a comical relief.

"That's peculiar. You know, I think I have seen those kinds of ants. One time, when I was on a trip to visit the locals in the Amazon to make amends. Then again it could have been those humongous ants that carry big leaves on their backs. Oh well, this is the library madame." He begins, gesturing to a wooden door. I look at the beautiful curled door handle in amazement.

I look at Alfred, begging silently if I could open it. He nods for me to continue with a smiling gaze. I hesitantly twist the door handle and push open. I nearly stumbled back in amazement. It was beautiful and alluring.

The walls were tan beige colour that reflected beautifully with the sun coming up in the distance. There were windows on the south walls the cover the entire wall. The white curtains where held back by a tan diesel rope. In the centre of the library was a white fluffy rug on top of red carpet. On top of the rug were a coffee table and two overstuffed chairs with a singular huge couch.

To the left of me was a beautiful brick fireplace, there was a picture of a beautiful blonde aged woman sitting down with a handsome dark haired man that almost looked like Wayne. Those must be his parents. I smile slightly at the thought of the famous playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne having parents that punished when he did wrong things like take cookies and what not.

My eyes couldn't stay on the picture long because of the beautiful wooden shelves that lined around the centre comfort area. It was if they revolved around the chairs in the centre. I smile and giggle before running in. I drop my laptop on the couch and run in-between each shelf. My hands outstretch to brush against the tome of each book. I take a deep breath to inhale the amazing aging scent of books.

I spin around and start examining each book. They all were originals. Some where even signed by the author themselves! My body was pumped full of adrenaline that I didn't know what to do. I felt like screaming! I turn to Alfred who looks amused at the whole prospect. I run up to him and hug him in my adrenaline state.

He feels taken a back but slowly pats me on the back. "Thank you Alfred! This is beautiful! I don't think I will ever come out!" I practically screech which was very unlike me. He chuckles and says, "Good now you can focus on your studies. Now run along, and watch the volume. I don't think the people in south Gotham heard you."

I giggle, chewing on the tip of my pointer finger. I turn and throw myself in one of the chairs as Alfred closes the door. My laptop hums to life and I start researching the layout for Gotham Pharmaceutical.