"For your uh...today's challenge-"I beamed up at the stuttering Riddler on the screen tossing the key into the air.

"Flustered, sweetheart?" I asked innocently. I was in a pretty damn good mood. I had whipped a bitch's ass, breaking her nose in the process and made the god-damn Riddler lose his senses all in one day. And I hadn't even had breakfast.

He shot me a don't-push-your-luck look. "You wish. Today I'm going to really get to know you better by having you introduce me to your parents." To say I was caught off guard would have been an understatement worthy of death. I stopped the key as his face returned to his usual smirk.

"Who cares?"

"I do" He raised an eyebrow as if daring me to say something.

"I-I don't even know where to start!"

"Start at the beginning, it's a very good place to start."

"That musical was gay." I muttered.

He took on a suddenly flirtatious grin "If you want too get to the main event, you'll have to get past the previews first."

I growled. "You're the one's that's going to have to wait!"

"Do I look like the desperate one here?"

"I'm not desperate!" Well I was going to sound like it if I kept screaming.

"Sure, come prove that when you're done, sweetheart." The screen clicked off.

A strange gargling noise rose out of my throat in rage. I would show him!

The current room a had a huge computer that looked good enough to be in one of those really high tech crime shows that made police work seem exciting and advanced...yeah those shows were bogus.

My last name, Zaney, had to be at the bottom at everything (at least when it was alphabetical) so, start from the bottom up I say.

I had to say, if I had to find my birth parents, this computer was the thing to work with. Skimming through the adoption records from my first orphanage, I wondered why I hadn't ever tried to find them before. I never really wanted the love of anybody, always being a loner and all, but I guess I had a right to be a little curious, even if I had never let it show that I wanted the know. Were they rich? Were they nice? Maybe friends with somebody important. Why did they give me up? Would they want to meet me?

"Heeeere we go." I came upon my old file and clicked into it.

Date of Admission: December 17,1989

Stay: Temporary

I snorted. Temporary if they meant until I was three.

Age: 1 yr.

Name: Bethany Zaney

Known Relatives: N/A

Date of Adoption: 1991

Of course, this is too easy. My mouth set in a grim line as I realized I didn't even know which hospital I was born. No one would have packed my birth certificate when they brought my stuff over so I just googled my name. I grinned and clicked on a record from a hospital, the system already neatly hacked for me.

"Why thank you mister Riddler computer." I grinned as I clicked on the link.

"You're very welcome." It said matter of factly back. I jumped and eyes it cautiously as the page loaded.

"Am I the droid you are looking for?"

"You are not the droid I am looking for." My hands clapped together and I giggled ridiculously like a five year old. When the page loaded I glanced down.

Name: Elizabeth Nichole

Alias: Bethany Zaney

My eyes bugged out as I stared at the screen. I had been living under a fake name my whole life? Elizabeth...Lizzy? Liz? Did I look like a Liz? More importantly, why had I been checked in with a fake name in the first place?

'They didn't want me to find them.' I thought grimly.

I licked my lips nervously and scrolled down slowly, not wanting to find any more unwelcome information about myself.

Mother: Stephanie Kyle; Age: 17

Father: Brandon Nichole; Age: 20

Out of wedlock. It figured really, who wanted a happy home life? I sure as hell never have one.

There weren't any pictures, but I wanted to see who I looked like. They gave me up under an assumed name because they didn't want anyone to find out about the pregnancy. Daddy dear would have been thrown in jail for harassing a minor. I pursed my lips and blinked away a few tears. Who was I? This 'finding who you are' crap was supposed to have passed with puberty. No, I find out I was the outcome of a hidden scandal with a completely different name. I hit print and rushed out to get the machine before he could.

I ran right into him in my rush.

"You ready?" He smirked. I didn't even dignify that with an answer as I wiggled out and ran flat out to the copy machine.

"I take that as a no." He huffed.

I shoved the papers in his face and smeared them around like a freaking cheerleader.

"I got them, I got them!" I chanted.

He stumbled back and snatched the papers away, putting them aside on his desk.

"I'll review them later, what were you getting at earlier now?"His arms slipped around my waist and part of me wanted to encourage them but a more sensible half said to research more, seduce later. I pressed my hand against his mouth.

"I want to see their pictures." He heaved a sigh and went to his computers. Professional eyes glanced at the papers I had found and within a few seconds he had their pictures pulled up, much to my surprise.

My mother had pixie cut brown hair, soft blue eyes and a sort of short stature. I could see she was a pretty, but large, Harry Potter glasses acted like a mask. My father wasn't much different. He had rather long, extremely platinum blonde hair, nowhere near as dirty blonde as mine. I had his eyes and jawline but he needed glasses too. His were the big kind you saw in the 80's a lot.

"What site are you finding this on?" I clicked away from the google images results.

"Ah!" He lurched for the mouse but I had already seen the obituary page.

My eyes went glassy reading the article. A car crash, the night they had dropped me off. The same day they were going to elope. My knees gave out and I sat down in the first possible thing, his lap. I put my head in my hands as the revelation that they hadn't knowingly abandoned me at all crashed down. A small piece of information I hadn't understood a few minutes ago slithered into it's space.

Stay: temporary

They were going to go get married, then come back for me. I took an unsteady breath and leaned back, curling up into his chest.

"They were going to come back for me." I whispered hoarsely. The circles he was rubbing on my back soothed me somewhat, but I was a few worlds away from fleeing anything.

"I would have wanted your parents." His jaw was firmly set like he was trying to hold something back. He usually looked so...sure of himself, but I could see I had played on a nerve. A rather large nerve.

"They were gone my whole life-"

"I wish mine had been gone!"

I bit my lip, remembering his background.

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah...so am I."