Small water drops dropped from the dark grey skies above falling onto a young blonde haired girl with piercing evergreen eyes.  She was sitting on the steps of the old run down orphanage in Gotham City. She was drawing in a small black memo pad before rushing to place it in the small black bag next to her that held her entire life. Along next to the bag was a black guitar case that held her creativity inside it. She flipped the hood of her hoodie up just as a small shiny black limo pulled into her view. A older man with dull grey hair stepped out of the drivers door. He had on a clean black suit with a grey trench coat covering it to protect it from the rain. He had on pure white gloves along with a golden chain coming from the chest pocket training to the front pocket of his pants. He lingered for a moment  before walking around to the back door and opening it for the young man that was sitting inside of the limo.

The young man stepped out of the limo nodding to the older man before looking around at the orphanage. It was a old red brick building with the color of the bricks leaving behind a lifeless stone making it look more grey than red. Dead trees lingered around the place making a gloomy look around it. He sighed before spotting the young child sitting on the steps. She was in a black hoodie that was old and ragged that was falling apart. She also had on black gym shorts that looked dirty and have not been washed for a few weeks. She was bare footed and had a small black bag that looked almost empty and a guitar case that lingered next to it. He walked up the dull grey steps that was slowly falling apart and sat next to the girl who was starting to shiver. When he sat down she scooted away a couple of inches.

“Hello, my name is Bruce Wayne. May I ask what your name is?” he asked smiling his calm and easy smile he used when he was talking to little kids when he was Batman. He loved little kids but he would never admit that to anyone but his own conscious. What ticked him off more than the Joker was when a little kid is hurt by an adult for no reason. Before she could answer him a man with dark blonde hair walked out the door looking for her. He had on a plaid button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Worn out jeans covered his legs as he looked dramatically for the little girl. A small blue can was in his hand that Bruce suspected to be a beer. When his eyes laid on the girl fire grew in his eyes. Completely forgetting about Bruce sitting there he walked up to the little girl and tightly grabbed onto her arm.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you are not allowed outside before dinner?” He yelled into her face making her flinch as he tightened his grip on the girl making her cry out in pain. He then took a drink out of the can and throw it behind him into the dead bushes. He then raised his hand to smack the girl but something stopped him. He turned his head to see Bruce holding his hand with a look of hatred consuming his face.

“Bruce Wayne what can I do for you?” he said dropping the girl and holding his hands behind his back making him seem innocent. A fake smile spread across his face as he looked at Bruce with a look of innocence. Bruce’s anger grew more. He hated when an older man with children in his care hit them for no reason. Then when confronted about it act all innocent and was allowed to keep the children in his care.

“I came to adopt a little girl. You see I have 4 boys in my home and there is no females at all in the home. I wanted to show them how a man should treat a women in their presence unlike you who can’t seem to know that you should never hit a woman” Bruce said coldly as he stood up straight and tall on the top step folding his arms across his chest. The man coward in the sight of Bruce whom was beyond angry due to him almost hitting the small child.

“Shall you come in and see the place and we can talk about adopting the youngest girl we have here in the orphanage?” the man said before gesturing to the door. He smiled again before holding the door open for Bruce to walk through but he never did. The man lost his smile as he saw Bruce eyeing the young girl who was silently crying letting the tears fall in sequence to the rain that was slowly falling around them. Before he could get the attached of the millionaire a small girl about the same age as the one on the ground came out wearing a nice expensive red dress that went to her knees. White tights went up past the end of the dress along with shiny black shoes covered her feet. He brown curls were tied back into twin sized pigtails. Bruce looked at both the girls before realizing the one of the ground was being treated like a piece of trash compared to the rest of the children at the orphanage. The young girl walked over to the older one  and kicked her the stomach making her cry even more. The wrongfully young girl just laughed and  ran away to a brand new swing set that laid on the other side of the orphanage.

Bruce grinned his teeth before looking up at the man who was cowering in his spot. Bruce stood up before folding his arms to make him look scarier than normal. The man looked at him scared before questioning Bruce to see if he wanted the little girl with Brown curls. Bruce tightened his hold on his upper biceps trying not to punch the man before him.

“What is her name?” Bruce asked pointing to the crying blonde. The man looked at her with disgust.
“You wouldnt want her she would make your kids turn into street rats. That’s alll she is. She was born on the streets and will remain on the streets.” He said in a disgusting way. Bruce was now holding himself back with all he could.

“She is coming with me. I will have you know you should be lucky that my sons aren’t here with me, because if they heard you say that you would be dead. Now what is her name and where is the paper I must sigh to recive her?” Bruce growled at the man making him run into the building before coming back with a peice of paper and handing it to him. Bruce willingly signed the bottom line and handed it back to the man who returned with a small packet that had all the information on the little girl. Bruce smiled as he started at the name that was on the top of the paper. Margret Shadow Winchester was her name and he loved it.

He walked over to Margret and lay his hand on her shoulder. She flinched under his touch looking up to see that it was him and not the man who would hurt her. He had on a gently smile that made her feel wanted and useful unlike the man who had the worst smile.

“Your going to come home with me and nothing is going to happen to you while I can stop it.” he said in a gentle tone. The older man who she didnt know walked up and took her laugeage and place it in the back of the limo. She grinned as she noticed her new father’s hand reached out and she took it. Letting him take her to her new home that she hope was better than her old one.