Act 1

Alfred with a sigh glances around the beautiful decorated living room one that such would see the queen of England lounging around rather than a young rich billion heir that was Batman by night. These days his master is rarely home he is either going across Gotham in a black suit following police reports or doing what any average young rich man was doing partying with others high up in the society and going to public sanctions.

I guess I have yet another day off from Master Bruce is what was going through his mind. Alfred starts on his way when he hears a strange feeble crying from outside he at first brushes it off after all there was no way that there could be a baby crying this close to the mansion because there was no way someone could get a baby through the front gate without them tripping the alarm. As time pasts and the crying gets louder and feeble until it became a loud wailing sound that incurred Alfred to go outside to prove to himself that what he was hearing had to be fake or some kind of trap set by one of his master's many enemies. Despite the fact that he thought that it might be a trap he still followed the whimpering that led him into the cold black of night. He stumbled through the dark until he tripped over something that made the shrilled whimpering stop instantly and turn into a squeals of pain. Alfred looked behind to see that his right leg was on some sort of basket. He quickly scooped up the basket and ran back into the safe fortress he called home. Breathing heavily he collapsed on the door step and took a couple of deep breathes before he looked into whatever thing he brought into his masters house knowing that Bruce wouldn't be happy about it, but when he saw the small newly born feeble cold little baby look up at him as tears fell down its face with the agony of being abandoned.

"I wonder who in the world would leave you out in the cold all by yourself," Alfred said feeling the baby's forehead to conclude his suspicions that he figured that since the baby had been outside all by its self that it would probably have a fever of some sort. It did and a burning one at that his first notion was get the baby's fever under control before he even begun to think about how he was going to break it to his master that he brought an unknown child into his house even despite the fact that it could very much be a trap. As he bathed the baby and feed it medicine he could picture what Bruce would have in store for him when found out about what looks like a baby girl that he senselessly took in without thinking about the dire consequences.

It took hours but he finally managed to get the poor child's fever down with the help of countless warm blankets and thermal patches that he placed on her head. The baby was calm and fell asleep soon after Alfred confirmed that her fever was no longer life threatening. With the baby taken care of it was time to plan what he was going tell Bruce about the child he took into his house when his heart leaped out of his chest with the sound of the door clicking open. Alfred took a deep breath as Bruce called out to him, picked up the baby and carefully walking slowly so he does wake the child.

"What is that?" Bruce asked as Alfred came walking towards where he sat in the living room with a newspaper in his hands. When Alfred didn't answer he looked up to see his old comrade and butler caring a tiny delicate sleeping child swaddled in some of the spare blankets that Bruce gave his last Boy Wonder when he was little. From the heavy frown Alfred could tell that Bruce was going to hate what he was going to tell him, but knowing that evading the truth was impossible he quickly spilled the story. Throughout the whole story he remained silent in a thoughtful position that he kept even long after Alfred had finished his explanation.

"Did the baby come with any letter or message? Because it can't be a coincidence that whoever dropped this thing here did it without thinking or knowing that I live here."

"Well don't think that she came with any message, but then again I was probably too worried about the baby's fever to look through the basket she came in-"

"Alfred, you know we can't keep this child. Whoever dropped her off here probably won't mind if the child ends up in an orphanage," Bruce said without taking his gaze off the child. Something wasn't right, how could anyone get close enough to his house without any alarms going off? Bruce pondered the question going over every possible solution, but each one he thought up didn't satisfy him.

"Master Bruce about the orphanage, are you sure-"

"Am I sure about what Alfred? You know better than I do that I can't afford people near me. The world I live in is no place to be raising an innocent baby in, not after what happen to the other kids I took into this world."

"I suppose you're right I'll start looking for an appropriate orphanage for her," Alfred said with a sigh of disappointment. Even though Alfred knew he shouldn't be disappointed with Bruce's decision but a large part of him for some reason really believed that Bruce want to keep the baby. Alfred dropped the baby into Bruce's lap and walked briskly out of the room before Bruce could even say a word. With a sigh Bruce picked up the child and held her in his arms, but with that moment the sleeping baby awoke and revealed a pair of blue eyes so pure and untainted by the world that she been birth into made Bruce almost certain that he couldn't keep her not with the psychoses and murders that are always around him. Bruce couldn't help feel sorry for the child to have been abandoned by her family and left out in the cold, so he decided that he would do a DNA test on the child to see who its parents were or if this whole child thing was a huge sick joke done by one of his many enemies.

Bruce took the child passed the secret entrance behind the grandfather clock in the living room that led them down a long spiraling staircase into the dark underground cave where Bruce no longer lived as a normal rich young man but as the dark night. He took a hair sample from the child that led to some tears on the baby's part. The crying of pain brought Alfred immediately rushing into the Bat Cave.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing much just running a DNA test on her," Bruce replied without looking away from his computer as it looked through his database for possible matches of DNA. It didn't take long for the computer to start loading the results, which surprised Bruce slightly, but he kept his face calm and neutral. But the calm indifferent mask he was wearing soon shattered with shock that froze him place while staring at the results of the DNA test that showed that the child's DNA was 99.5% match to his own DNA.

How is this even possible? Bruce thought as he went through the possibilities it couldn't have been relatives, he had already checked if he had any blood relatives and found none and she couldn't be his daughter because well he wasn't really a people and strict rules about keeping outsiders especially women at a distance.

"Bruce is there something you forgot to tell me?"

Bruce sighed heavily with Alfred's question because Alfred of all people should know he wasn't like that and if there was a girl in his life and he suddenly found a child with the almost the same DNA as him Alfred show know he probably wouldn't waste time pondering about the possible mother of the child. For a long time Bruce stay down in the Bat Cave re –running the test over and over again and running other tests. Nothing added up especially the fact that this child was the exact copy of him except for her one of her X chromosomes that made her DNA only 99.5% identical to his, which weird because if this child was really his offspring then its DNA would only be fifty percent identical to his and the other to its mother. According to the karyotyping he did of the girl's chromosomes the only thing she inherited from her mother was one of her sex chromosomes. Even though he some DNA to find out who the baby's mother was but when he scanned it the computer came up with no matches. Bruce knowing that there was no way he could just ignore the facts told Alfred to stop looking for orphanages with the conclusion that letting a kid with the same DNA as him walk around Gotham was probably more dangerous than letting her live here with him.

"So if we are going to keep the child what do you suppose we call her?"

"How about Darcy Wayne?" Bruce asked just to see Alfred smiling at him, which confirmed that Alfred wasn't opposed to the name.

From that day onwards Darcy grew up being hidden away from the public eye, Bruce decided that it was safe that way at least until she's old enough to at least fiend for herself. Darcy grew up with Alfred homeschooling and playing with superheroes that often stop by the Bat Cave to see her like Superman, Wonder woman, and many others. No matter how much Bruce tried to keep her from every thinking about trying on a bat suit he noticed that it was impossible because for reasons Bruce concluded was because of her DNA match with his she was resilient, strong, brave, courageous, intelligent way beyond her years, and the most important thing and what puzzled Bruce the most was that she knew every move, every fighting style he knew and more. Despite all these qualities that Bruce knew would making an amazing hero he still forbid her from putting on the burden of the black mask with the conclusion that it was just fatherly instincts, but it was more than that he did not want to see her hurt and he defiantly didn't want to watch his only string of family killed.