Helena doesn't know what the hell she's doing. A few days ago, while on patrol, she found you, a poor little thing, beaten and bruised. You're just a little kid, and she didn't have the heart to leave you there or anywhere else, so she took you with her.

She's been taking care of you the best she can. Admittedly, she's not great at it, but she's trying. Still doesn't mean she has any idea what to do with you, though. Maybe she could ask Bruce. He has a bunch of kids. He has to know something about parenting. Helena frowns and shakes her head at the thought. She talked to Bruce last week. That's probably why she has the sudden urge to sign adoption papers. His child-collecting hobby is an incurable disease and it's contagious.

"Maybe wikiHow has something that can help me," she mutters with a sigh, taking out her phone. This is stupid and likely a fruitless quest, but it's better than talking to Bruce again.