AN- YAY quick update! Lol okay, for CANDYAPPLES101- thanks for the review! To answer questions you might have, Sparrow IS an original character from me. I don't know if you read the comics but her origin story, which is on my profile, even thought no ones reading it, ( ) was from a mix between the old 90's cartoon and the main comic books of batman. If you haven't read the comics, they made a 'multivers' which is basically unlimited parallel universes so they could play around (IE kill someone) and not have it affect the main time line, Young justice (the cartoon) is just that. There were comics a while back But TIM DRAKE was Robin, Wally wasn't part of it and I don't think Artemis was either. She's from THAT world! In her world Dick never ran Young justice, He was leader of Teen Titans,(plus he's Nightwing by the time she joins the team) so she thinks that's the "Team" he's talking about. So basically she's in for a surprise.

Bruce was enjoying his sleep. His deep sleep. Like the type of sleep he so rarely gets. Being as he was out so late, coupled with the fact that Dick was with his team and the girl would probably be sleeping in as well he'd allowed himself to sleep in this time. He trusted Alfred to alert him if there were any 'hostage' situations or bombings that needed Batman to sweep in and save the day. He hadn't actually expected it though. At about 12pm, he shot up from the bed when he heard the banging on his door.

Throwing on a robe he rushed to the door., swinging it open he was met by Alfred, a worried look in his eyes. "The girl is gone!"

Panic instantly flew to his heart as he pushed past Alfred, running down the hall. When she's negotiated a room from him, claiming that was the room he'd given her from whatever world she'd come from he found it odd that it was so close to his, not far from Dicks. He always wanted to keep the boy close. Did he need to keep her close?

The door swung open, slamming into the wall behind it. There was no sign of a struggle, the room was neat and tidy. The only suspicion was the wide open window, curtain fluttering in the breeze mockingly. Ice gripped his heart. He turned, running for the cave, Alfred following shortly behind.

Once in the cave he flew to the computer, bringing up the surveillance feed, first from her room and rewinding it till he saw her, pausing it. He saw her, poised on the window sill wearing a long baby blue tunic with white leggings. Luckily he could see her shoes, they were traced. Looking at the time stamp of the footage he could see it was approximately 3 hours ago. Then the feed from outside the manor. He watched as she headed straight for the main road, still alone. While a certain weight was lifted from his heart knowing that the girl wasn't kidnapped another was crushing him.

Where was she?

Danielle Fischer sat on a bench, overlooking the playground. She had a clear view of the sandbox and swings where children squealed and shriek, running from their parents when they tried to scoop them up. Though she sat with her hands gently folded on her lap, calmly staring out to the swings, her heart and mind were racing. She blinked when she heard the snap of a twig under the large feet carrying the man behind her in her direction. She didn't look, didn't need to in order to know who it was. She didn't flinch when he sat down next to her, didn't make a move. They sat in silence for a moment, both watching the children play.

"I could have removed the tracers you know.." She whispered out, never taking her eyes of a pair of girls swinging on the set. He made a noise in the affirmative. There was a long silence as they continued to watch, her eyes never leaving the pair of girls on the set. She knew he wanted answers, but he also knew she wasn't going to cause trouble. He could be patient when he needed to be.

"The one in the green shirt... She's Fanella... she would be nine now...The one in the red.. That's Kerra... She'll be turning 8 in a week..." She said in monotone. Bruces eyes immediately focused on the two girls swinging on the set. His mind worked fast, he could assume why she was telling him this, but he remained silent. It was a minute before a young woman in a sun dress, appearing to be about 8 months pregnant called their names, bringing the girls attention to a small picnic set up on the grass just a little to the twos left.

The two girls ran to their mother, running around the blanket a bit, shouting, the woman spinning around to watch the pair with a bright, loving smile as they squealed before a man, presumably the father threw out his arms catching the two as they tried to pass, pulling them into an embrace. They giggled as he dragged them down onto the blanket, doing his best to tickled the both of them at the same time. The mother made an 'oh' face and placed a hand on her stomach. They could hear as the girls shout 'let me feel! Let me feel." The older sister placed her hand on the bulging belly while the younger girl placed her ear there, hoping to hear the heartbeat.

"And that... That's me..." He heard the crack in her voice, noticed how she was blinking rapidly to try and force the tears away. "I remember... When I was very young... That we'd come here every Saturday when the weather was good... Kerra told me it was like tradition.. that they'd done it for as long as they could remember... Until we lost everything... "

Bruce now understood fully why she'd made her voyage out here. If he had just one more chance to see his parents, to feel his fathers hand on his shoulder, embrace his mother, he'd jump at it! He wouldn't give it a second thought. This child had the chance to see her family in happier times, to feel that love towards her that she had obviously not felt for some time...

From what he'd been told, if it held true, the 'love' he saw from the man sitting next to his pregnant wife wouldn't last. She'd explained to him, troubled by financial woes, living on the streets and after her mothers death, the man had sold off his children to drug dealing pimps.. Even his Ten year old girl that now sat so bravely next to him. He couldn't imagine the pain in her broken heart, seeing the man that gave you life, that abandoned you, to see him so happy, see him playing 'house' with the family he took from you.

He looked over to see the tremor in her shoulders. He scooted closer to her on the bench, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. "It's okay to cry.." He whispered. She turned to him, eyes brimming with unshed tears. She sniffled one or twice, trying to hold it back before she threw herself into his arms, silently letting the tears flow, staining his suit.

Bruce was still awkward at this. Dick had cried into his arms many times when he'd taken him in, every years on the anniversary of his parents death, and any time he'd had a nightmare. Still, with all the practice, he never felt like he knew what to do when someone needed a shoulder to cry on, never knew what to say. So he did just what he did for Dick, he held her.

AN- Short, but hey, it's only like 12 hrs later! Plus this scene was just bugging me... I had it in my head since I started this dang story...