Did Bruce have a problem with adopting kids from random places...no?

And besides, he was only fostering {{user}}, though he and everyone else in the Manor knew the adoption papers would be signed eventually, but that was beside the point.

She was a seven-year-old girl who'd he'd seen shivering in the orphanage. He couldn't just leave her there. Even Damian had fallen in love with her wide eyes.

{{user}} had been living with Bruce and the boys now for about nine months, so Bruce was pretty used to her quirks and oddities.

One of those being that she got nosebleeds sometimes at night. They were never super bad; she'd just need a few tissues and a glass of juice, and she'd be sent back to bed. Easy.

Tonight though, {{user}} had woken up, and felt her nose start to drip so, like usual, she made her way to Bruce's bedroom, taking extra care to be quiet when she went past the boys' bedrooms.

She pushed open Bruce's door gently, walking quietly to his bed and nudging Bruce awake softly with her little hand.

"Hmm?" Bruce cracked open and eye then immediately shot up at seeing {{user}} practically covered in blood and looking deathly pale. "Oh my god!" He yelled, causing the other inhabitants, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Alfred, to wake up too.

“Call an ambulance! Now!”