My physical therapy was going great. It was just three months, and I was walking the halls of the hospital, with Dad or Mom holding the back of my shirt of course. The doctors said it was OK for me to go home tomorrow. I was just walking the halls one last time, alone, glad to be out of there, and back at vigilanty work soon hopefully. I stopped at a door that was slightly open, allowing me to pear in, and see a little girl, hooked up to a heart monitor and an I.V. drip. There was a machine breathing for her, and she looked like she had been in here for a long time. Her hair was dirty and matted, and her clothes even more so. She had been living on the streets. I eased the door open more, looking in further. Her hair was blond and curly, her face was cute, even if it was all dirty.

I walked into the room, standing next to the bed, looking down at the child. That's when I saw it, on her neck, a scar. The scar had been made with a chain, like a neck lass chain. I ran my fingers over it lightly, and then someone said, "What are you doing in here?"

I turned around to see one of the nurses, "The door was open, I got curious, who is she?"

"Her? We don't know her name. She was found in an alley barley alive, she didn't make it to the hospital and fell into a comma, she's been in it for about six months now. If she doesn't wake up soon, then we might have to take her off of life support."

My eyes widened, and I asked, "Did you ever find out who did this to her?" I asked, looking at a few scars that ran down her arms, they looked to be several months old, and had all been inflicted at once.

"No, she was never awake to tell us who did it. Sometimes I sit in here and talk to her, just trying to get her to respond, or sometimes I need to vent, and she's a good person to talk to. She never tells you your wrong." She said, smiling.

I looked down at the little girl, frowning. My hand fingered the neck lass I had been wearing since I had found it, the butterfly neck lass. The nurse looked at it funny, "Is that blood?" She asked, pointing to the red stains.

"Yep." I said.

She looked at me funny, before leaving. I pulled a chair up to the bed, and ran my fingers over the scar on her neck again. I saw a break in the pattern of the chain, and my guess is that whatever charm had been on the chain had gone there. I slowly took off my neck lass, and tightened it by pulling. I flattened it against her neck, and lined up the charm with the break in the pattern. Perfect match. This girl had been the one I had thought of so much, this girl was the one this neck lass belonged to.

I smiled, taking her hand, "I've thought about you a lot." I said, "Your what inspired me to do something about all this... uh...stuff going on in Gotham." I said, stopping myself from cursing. Growing up with Jason Todd, yeah it kind of gave me a potty mouth.

"Anyways, I've got your neck lass right here, and if you want it back, you have to wake up, because I'm not giving it to someone in a coma."

Suddenly, the unexpected happened, her eyes fluttered, didn't open all the way, just a crack. She started breathing different, and said slowly, "Keep... It..." She started breathing faster.

"Nurse!" I shouted.

She ran into the room, and I quickly put the neck lass on again. She gasped, "It's a miracle!" She quickly got to work, removing the mask helping her breath so she could talk better and breath on her own.

Her eyes opened a little more, and she looked up at me, and then to the neck lass, and she moved her hand a little.

"What?" I asked, "Did you think I was lying?"

The nurse looked at me funny but went back to work, and I told the kid, "I'm gonna come back here tomorrow, if your still awake, I'll give the neck lass back."

She nodded, and I left.

THE NEXT DAY:

I was supposed to go home today, but I went to the girls room one last time, this time Dad tagged along, wondering who I was visiting. I walked into the room, and said, "Hey, you awake?"

She fluttered her eyes, opening them wide again, and said, "Yes." Her brown eyes looked back to my blue ones.

I pulled up the chair again, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Kenya." She said.

"Last name?"

"Don't know." She said.

"Who was the man who hurt you?"

She started breathing heavily, hyperventilating.

"You don't have to answer." Dad suddenly broke in.

I took a piece of paper on her side table, and started drawing on the back of it, and then showed it to her, "Did he look like this?" It was rough sketch of the man I had killed and taken the neck lass from.

She whimpered, "Yes."

I took off the neck lass, and gave it to her, she took it in her hand, and then tears fell out of her eyes, "I don't want it, he used it to hurt me."

I took it back, and put it around my neck again, but this time hid it under my shirt. "Where are your parents?"

She shrugged, I didn't pry... to much, "Are they alive?" Again she shrugged. "Do you have a home to stay at?" She shook her head. I nodded, "OK, all I needed to know."

I looked over my shoulder at Dad, who was taking all of this in. Mom poked her head in through the door, "There you two are, come on, the car's ready."

I smiled at Kenya, "I'll come back soon, OK?"

She nodded, and I walked out of the room, Mom and Dad following. I could tell Dad was sorry for Kenya, and mad at whoever did that to her. "Relax." I told him, "That guy's dead."

He raised an eyebrow, "He was the one you killed?"

Mom raised her eyebrow at me, and I explained it all to them both, "And I know this is a stupid question, but do you think we have an empty bedroom at the manor?"

They both gave me knowing looks, and I shrugged, "Dick won't say a thing after I explain it to him, he'll understand."

Mom smiled, "You made a friend?"

"She's OK." I said.

"You seem pretty dead set on protecting her." Dad observed as we loaded into the car.

"She's my responsibility." I said.

Mom raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

"I killed the man who tried to kill her, I was the last person to take care of her, so therefore she's my responsibility." I said, crossing my arms.

We got to the mansion, and I explained everything to Dick, he seemed a little hesitant at the conversation when I mentioned the man I had killed, but shook it off.

"No." He said when I finished.

"But-"

"No, Justin, I know that you and Damian are trained to be able to handle the life we're in, but she's not."

"It's not like she's going to be living with Batman and Robin, she's going to be living with Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Kimberley Mathilda, and Justin Todd, the most boring people on earth." I said.

He shook his head, "The Wayne family is often targeted Justin, just while you were away, someone tried to kidnap Alfred to hold him for ransom."

I smirked, "Wish I could have seen that."

"It's not funny Justin." He said.

"Blimey sir, are you kidnapping me? Oh, very well Sir, can I offer you a raspberry pastry?" I said, doing a descent impersonation of Alfred.

"Your tone is a few notes off Mrs. Justine." Said Alfred, popping up out of no where.

"I'll be sure to get it next time." I said.

"You often do this?" He asked.

"Me and Damian do it behind your back sometimes, nothing rude I swear." I said.

"I know." He said, placing the morning newspaper on Dick's desk. "I often watch you youngsters and it takes all I can not to laugh."

My eyes widened as he left he room. Alfred was a phantom.

Dick cleared his throat, "Anyways, she can't stay here, it's to dangerous."

"Not really asking permission." I said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, frowning.

"You're not the only one here eighteen or older." I said, "If you won't sign the papers, I'll get Alfred too, you know how Alfred is. If he won't do it, my parents would be more than happy to become the legal guardians of Kenya." I said, crossing my arms, and giving him a stern glare that said, 'there is no way you can stop me.'

He groaned, putting his face in his hands, "Fine, she can stay here."

I smiled in triumph." "Thanks Dicky boy." I said, walking out of the room.

DICK'S POINT OF VEIW:

I glared after her, only one person called my Dicky boy, and that was Jason, he really needed to stop rubbing off on her or else we'd all be in trouble. We didn't need two trigger happy, bad mouthed, slightly crazy Todd's running around Wayne Manor. God help us if this new girl they were bringing in started taking after the Todd's. The thought of two made me groan, the thought of three made me want to move.

Justin called back into the room, "Oh by the way, me and Damian ran over your mailbox today."

I rubbed my eyes, "What were you even doing in the car?"

"Driving it." She said innocently.

"Why? Damian's ten! And you've only had your permit for three months!" I shouted.

She shrugged, "We got thirsty so we decided to drive to McDonalds to get McFlurries."

"Why didn't you just go to the kitchen?" I asked.

She laughed, "There's no McFlurries in the kitchen stupid!" She walked off again, and I groaned, let me rephrase the previous statement, Just two Todd's made me want to move, the idea of three made me want to run away.

OK, so now there's a little blonde that'll be running around the manor. I swear, I'm, not copying off of Newsiesgirllaces, OK? Ain't any Little Red in this story. I know, little blonde girl Kenya, little blonde girl Livy, but trust me, Kenya's going in an entirely different direction.