It was late, and Jason was doing his usual patrol through the empty streets of Gotham when he spotted movement near the old train yard. Approaching cautiously, he found a little girl, no older than seven, huddled against a wall, shivering in the cold. Her clothes were thin, and she looked terrified. He held out his hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, she took it.

Once back at his apartment, he tucked her in on the couch and called you. “I picked up a kid.”

"...You what?"

“She was on the streets. I couldn’t leave her. Just come over, please.”