A/N: Ok. Now I just want to send out a special thanks to all my reviewers out there. I especially would like to thank ShadowsGrace for giving me some great ideas for this chapter. Now I know I haven't updated for a while, but now that schools out I can pretty much guarantee much faster updates.

Well let's review last chapter……Kris discovers some chocking things about her past and then wakes up in her hospital bed…….yea that pretty much sums it all up. Lol. What I want to know is who's going to pay her hospital bill.

Well anyway lets move on to the next chapter dudes. Oh, and also I would like to let you all know that unfortunately Kris could not make it here today and send her apologies.

muffled voice in background

What? Of course I didn't tie Kris up!
Cybie looks around nervously

Well1 On with the story!

Oh and just so you know this part with Bruce and Henderson takes place before Kristine wakes up.

Chapter two
Lonely Little Girl

10:22 p.m
Gotham City
Gotham City Hospital

The two men sat in utter silence in the dimly lit room. This was what could be considered an "upper class" hospital so it was well furnished and clean. The waiting room was small and simple. It had two couches and three tables, all surrounded by chairs.

Occasionally Henderson would sneak a glance at the multi-billionaire sitting just across from him. He desperately wondered what the man was thinking, and how he felt about what happened. Every day that Kristine had been in the hospital all the two did was come up to the hospital and stay with the girl. Even when visiting hours were over, they refused to leave and would wait in the lobby.

Bruce Wayne was a powerful man. Henderson was sure he had an immense amount of influence over the hospital management. Of course, being the shy and timid man Henderson was, he didn't dare to ask.

He silently looked over the man. Expensive Armani suit, matching leather shoes, handsome face, he was as prim and proper as a prince.

Henderson was confused though. He didn't know whether or not to be angry with the man. Indeed it was his fault! He should've been watching where he was going. But as much as he struggled to, Geoffrey couldn't bring himself to feel any hatred toward him. Somehow, he felt it was his responsibility.

As if reading his mind, Bruce Wayne spoke to the man to ease his nerves

"It wasn't your fault," said the Wayne. "I was the driver it was my responsibility to watch where I was going."

Henderson's eyes grew wide.

"B-but sir! I'm her guardian, I-I should've been watching over her."

"You can't be expected to safeguard her every move. I take all the blame, as well as the hospital bill."

Henderson sighed as he thanked the man. An awkward silence filled the air. Henderson decided to break it.

"She's a good girl, you know. I mean, she got in trouble a lot, but that's just because she's been moved in and out of foster homes since she was six, never staying anywhere more than a few weeks. But deep down, I know she's got a good heart. You know what happened with that little boy! You saw how she saved his life!" he sighed deeply, "And she's no dummy either. She's got a good head on her shoulders, a real genius that one is."

"Do you know anything about the biological parents?" the other man asked.

Henderson thought about it for a while. He remembered Kristine's social worker saying something about her real parents.

"Oh yea, she was found on an import ship from Spain with her mother, only a few hours old. By some miracle her mom managed to give birth to her by herself on the boat, but there were many complications, she died not long after she was found. The lady was trying to get to the states illegally."

"So the girl isn't a U.S. citizen?"

"Oh she's a citizen alright. She wasn't born on U.S. land exactly but it was still considered U.S. territory. The poor girl was thrown straight into an orphanage, probably got lost in the system. If her father were out there looking for her, I bet a thousand he wouldn't find her."

"So no one knows who the father is?"

"A complete mystery. But judging by the fact that the kid's eyes are silver, I doubt he was Spanish too."

"Silver eyes?"

"Well they're grey but they look silver. She's a cute kid. Bet the boys at school really like her."

"How old is she?"

"Just turned thirteen. It was her birthday, you know. The day she was hit."

Henderson expected a sympathetic look from the man, but got none. Once again he sighed deeply.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with that girl," the cop said," I can't keep her."

Bruce lifted an eyebrow. "Dare I ask why?"

"I'm being relocated, to a post in New Zealand. I'm scared of what they'll do to her though. I'm scared she'll never find a home."

The Wayne went into a train of thoughts.

The two men were interrupted by who they recognized as Kristine's doctor jogging up to them.

"She's," he paused to take in a deep breathe," awake!"

Henderson and Wayne looked at each other and then quickly made they're way to Kris's room.

Aaaaand how was it? Please review, I'm taking suggestions. No flaming would be appreciated and thanks for reading.