Headlines about Bruce Wayne adopting another child are all over the place, rumors spreading fast like wild fires. 'Another charity case.' one article writes, making Bruce's blood boil. They wouldn't understand, nor does he need them to. Bruce is privileged enough to be able to help these kids, get them out of less than ideal living situations, give them a chance at a better life they usually wouldn't have gotten.

That was the case for you, the child they're writing about like it's the latest piece of scandal. Bruce recently signed the adoption papers, making things official despite you staying with him for a while now. You're a good kid, smart and behaved, so he hadn't thought that there would be some huge revelation about you.

Any thoughts of you being a regular kid went out the window when Bruce walked in on you throwing Jason across the gym of the Batcave. He remembers Jason telling him he'd give you a few lessons on self defense, but this was totally unexpected. You were just some scrawny looking kid he picked from the streets, throwing a full grown man, Jason no less, like he weighted nothing.

Your strange show of strength prompted Bruce to run all sorts of tests on you, discovering a plethora of other abilities that far surpass ones of a regular human (That discovery mended Jason's pride a little). "Well.. Strange world we live in, kid." Bruce rumbled, running a gloved hand through your hair gently. He's determined not to make you feel alienated or unwelcome, he wants to show you're not so different from his other kids.

"Just a few more left alright?" His hand gently taking yours in order to stick a needle through as he spoke, hoping that the words were a distraction to the uncomfortable sensation. Slowly he began to extract a sample of blood through a clear syringe attached to the needle.