Two hours later, Bruce pulled up to the front of the Chicago PD main precinct. Buttoning his black suit jacket, he made his way up the stairs, and through the main doors. He was greeted by the loud yells of a recently arrested mad man, who was being guided to the back room.

"Sir… Sir. Can I help you?" Questioned the woman at the front counter, between juggling phone calls.

"Ah. Yes, I'm Bruce Wayne. I received a message I needed to drop by." He emphasized this with a brow of confusion.

"Yes! Oh, Sorry. Hold please." She punched a few keys on her phone. "Detective Hernandez, he's here." She then flicked a few more keys, and looked up at Bruce, or rather seemed to look through him, seeing as she was listening to another conversation. "She will be right down."

Bruce was unsure if she was directing him, or speaking to her caller. So he simply nodded, and took a seat.

"Mr. Wayne?" Called a woman from the elevator.

"Yes?" Bruce stood and walked over to the Detective, and shook her outstretched hand.

"Thank you for coming so soon. I am sorry to trouble you, but we had no choice in this situation."

"What is it?"

Hernandez looked round the room, and shook her head. Let's head up to the fifth level first." She said, ushering him into the elevator.

There was a long awkward pause as the elevator ascended to the fifth floor.

"Sir, are you familiar with a Andrea Beaumont?"

Bruce eyes went wide at this. "Yes, why?"

"Alright, so this is going to be as awkward as thought it would be." She said shaking her head, and leading him out of the elevator, and down the hall. "In here."

Bruce walked into the small office, which was opposite a double sided interrogation room. Inside the other space were a few officers attempting to entertain a little girl. He halted his pace when he looked the girl over. There was something familiar about her.

"Poor thing. At least she stopped crying." Hernandez said, as she pulled out her seat, and began filtering through some paperwork.

Bruce was still looking the child over, and missed the detective first comment, as well as her offering him a seat.

"Mr Wayne. Please take a seat." She repeated.

"Ah, yes. Um. Forgive me. But you mentioned Andrea Beaumont. What is this about?"

Nervously rapping her fingers on the piles of paperwork, she looked down at the first document. "Today some officers on patrol found that little girl unattended in a rental car. No parents, or family have come forward, nor can we seem to track down any living relative to her. That is... Except for you." She slid over a document across the desk, and looked up to him.

Bruce was completely dumbfounded at this, and eagerly looked over the document. It was a birth certificate.

"She'll be six this next September. Now it's not for sure Mr. Wayne. I'm sure it's very common for a billionaire bachelor, such as yourself, to be threatened with a child out of wedlock."

He raised his brow at this intentional or not tactless comment, as he looked over the document. Looking at the document he spotted her name. Martha Victoria Beaumont. He took in a shuddered breath at this. He remembered telling Andi that if he had a girl, he'd name her after his mother. Down, past the birth weight and date, he spotted his name listed as the father. "Is it authentic?"

"Eh, yes." Hernandez said, still recovering from realizing her last comment was a little pert. "We have checked with the hospital, and looked into the doctor's background. Everything seems legit."

"Have you begun the DNA test?" He pushed.

"Yes, that was just what I was going to say. If you will follow me."

"Lead the way." Bruce said, standing.

"Alright then." She was not used to people working with her so easily.

After a few samples were taken, from his non injured arm. They returned to the office. This time the little girl was alone. She was sleeping on a small cot, the officers rolled in. Bruce tried to take her countenance in, but her face was mostly covered by her long black hair, and a small stuffed bear.

"Mr Wayne, thank you for your cooperation with this."

"What will happen to her?"

"Well it all depends on the test. If she's yours you decide. If not… Well CPS will." She had a hollow tone in her voice with this, as if she had seen far too many children have their fate controlled by this.

"Either way feel free to contact me, which ever way it goes. I will be in town for the time being till then."

"Yes…" She replied, taking his hand to shake once again. Still stuck with his kind demeanor.

Leaving the precinct Bruce immediately called in to Alfred from his phone.

"Alfred I'll be staying in Chicago for the time being."

"What did they want sir?"

"I will fill you in later. I must call Fox, I have to switch some of my meetings around. Please pack light, I'll be staying at the townhouse here.

"Very well sir."