A/N: Ok this story was not originally meant for Fanfiction but then I thought eh why not? This story was actually a challenge. I am suppose to make up an all new character and add it to my all time favourite superheroes life…

Bah-BAM!

So I choose Batman, and boom I get this story. By the way this is like a mix of the cartoon and the movies.

P.S The Joker, in fact, does know who Batman is. He has seen him multiple times in the cartoons, and comics. It was even hinted a crap ton of times! So don't get prissy on me!

Enjoy.

Bruce's POV

The elevator shaft slowly moves me upward in hesitation. Last night and this morning were complete and utter hell. Why did it feel like every prisoner in Gotham City escaped? Oh right, they did a year ago. I groan at the thought and rub my face in exhaustion. A headache was starting to form and I don't think it was because I was hit in the head with a block of cement.

All I want right now, I sigh to myself, is sleep. Alfred better not wake me up this time, I think icily. I already cleaned up any cuts so I should be good from any concern. The elevator finally came to stop and the doors slide open to have my hopes bashed. There in the door way was a stern faced Alfred.

"Yes Alfred?" I ask trying to walk past him. He somehow keeps me from passing. "Sir I have something important to tell you." He replies worriedly. I sigh and comment, "Whatever it is can wait till after I have a good sleep, Alfred."

I manage to slip past Alfred and start walking to my room. He follows after he closes the grandfather clock. "But sir this cannot wait any longer! I have been trying to tell you for weeks! I even dismissed the meeting appointment when it came time to meet with them." He urgently continues.

My doorknob was so close, but Alfred next words stopped me. "She is due to arrive anytime today! I have already prepared her room but you need to-"

I freeze. "Alfred, who is this 'her' you are speaking of? I am not aware that anybody would be visiting us." I question with sleep almost forgotten in my head. Alfred freezes and looks shocked. "Oh dear, you don't remember? That's not good. You signed the papers last week for her." He mutters dejectedly.

"Who is her?" I question with emphasis again, narrowing my eyes.

"It's your foster child, sir." Alfred finally admits. My eyes widen and all thoughts of sleep leave me. "Foster child?" I practically roar. "Alfred we can't foster a child! I am barely 27 and never home unless I work from home. Also do you know how much work a child is, especially since it is a little girl?"

Alfred smiles thoughtfully and replies, "Believe or not I have taken care of a child and a very spoiled one at that. Also it will do you and your bad reputation some good. Besides according to the fostering papers this girl is more than capable of taking care of herself."

I grumble and mutter, "Then I am going to get dressed and clean for her arrival but this mistake will be fixed Alfred." I reach for my door handle and enter my room but not before hearing Alfred mutter, "We shall see about that." I sigh and head off for a shower just as the door bell rings.

Kayne's POV

Moving from family to family was taking its toll on me. You would think that doing it four times and it would get easier. The foster care in Gotham was poorly put together, in my opinion of course which was all that mattered.

The car I was in smoothly moves across the black top. The passing trees ease over my window side as I let my mind wander. Four times of moving from very critical houses. The first house was so perfect, just a little to perfect. After so long I found a dark secret about the family and they shipped me off before I could say anything.

The second family was never home, or anywhere. I had to steal food and money to even do feed myself. The bills were paid though so they must have come home at sometime. Finally they decided the 'child' wasn't happy at the location.

The third one was the worst but I still felt somehow connected to them even if they did put me through hell. I make bonds with people fast, whether it be physical, emotion or mentally it is just who I am. They were nice but there are just some things that couldn't be undone.

The fourth house still haunted my dreams. It is funny, how family life can come tumbling down on you right when things start going right. I shiver at the thought of what went down and pull myself away from that wound.

This new home was apparently signed almost immediately, also they are first time fosters. The agency didn't tell me much beyond that. It freaked me out a little too because they never arrived to the meet up that was held before moving in. The agency said a mishap occurred that made them cancel the meeting that went unexplained.

It was a really bad first impression towards me but I've been known for my weird first impressions too. It's not my personality because according to every one I meet I am quieter than a mouse and make less movement then a statue.

It's my scar or the one everyone can visibly see. It's a jagged cut lining my neck. I was found by the police like that and left to die in a trashcan as a baby.

I usually keep to myself. Nobody has tried to get to know me because there is nobody in me to get to know really. There was never someone to be myself with. People have tried forming me into something but I don't think they realize I am already formed. They take advantage of long black curly hair and sculpted face. They treated me as a doll and a test subject all that the same time, literally.

I shiver at the thought of the third home and decide to distract myself with a book. I smile as I reach for my new favourite book I started this morning. It was about psychology and is just getting interesting.

The sudden stop of the car pulls me out of my blissful reading. I sigh and check the page number before closing it. I pluck my shades of my head and put them over my eyes. The car door opens and I step out, grabbing my backpack along the way out. The lady driving me here hands me my duffel bag and promptly leaves.

"Good-bye to you too." I mutter. I turn to take my first look at the pace and stagger back in surprise. No, no it can't be. The house in front of me isn't a house. It is Wayne Manor. The Wayne Manor.

This means I was being fostered by the Bruce Wayne. Maybe if I turn around and run nobody will know for a day. I can make it pretty far. I have done it before. In my head I tell myself to run but instead I walk up the drive to the door. I am mentally screaming at myself to not hit the doorbell but my finger has a mind of its own. The sound seems to chime all across Gotham.

I cringe and turn to run, hoping they dismiss it. No such luck though, as soon as I turn of the steps the door is pulled open to reveal an old man dressed in a sharp looking tux. "Not planning on running away, now are we my dear?" the voice surprisingly strong questions mischievously.

I turn around and shake my head rapidly in denial. He laughs, "So you must be Madame Kayne, it's a pleasure to finally have you here at Wayne Manor. Do you want me to take those?" he asks, gesturing to my duffel bag which held all of my belongings.

I shake my head a little slower this time. "Is that your only ability madame?" he questions teasingly. I shake my head in defiance and jut out my hand. Before I could pull back from the sudden gesture, he takes my hand and shakes it. "I am Alfred, the butler of the house. You can call me sir, or Alfred, whatever pleases you." He introduces.

He releases and nods his approval with a smile. I respond with a small smile. He then gestures for me to enter the house. I hesitantly move forward into the house. As soon as I am clear of the doorway the door slams behind me.

I jump at the sudden noise and whip around out of reflex. My sunglasses fall off my face but I grab them before they hit the ground. Alfred eyes me and then comments, "don't worry Madame Kayne, the door won't hurt you." My stiff body relaxes just abit and I straighten up.

"Come on my dear, lets get you to your room." He offers, heading towards the grand staircase directly in front of us. Once we hit the top of the long staircase, we turn left and walk down a stretched out hallway until we came across a black door. He reaches out and opens the door for me.

I walk in and gasp. In the room was just a plain king-sized bed and there was nothing else besides a dresser on the far wall. Big windows expand on the north wall, giving a great view of the backyard. The walls though were lined with pictures that weren't exactly my type of artwork. They were so dark and haunting. The ceiling adds to the theatrics with rafters built in along across the top.

"Alfred is this?" I start but snap my mouth shut when I realized I talked in front of a stranger. "Don't worry my dear. I don't mind you talking. Also I am sure Master Wayne will let you decorate it."

"Decorate what?" a deep voice calls from the end of the hall. I flinch in surprise, dropping my duffel bag on the floor.

"Ah Master Wayne, you arrived just in time to meet the lovely Ms Kayne. Ms Kayne and I were discussing the room, or to be more exact I was talking to her about the room." Alfred replies looking down the hall at the owner of the voice. I flush bright red at Alfred statement.

"Well see about her decorating the room. First I would like to meet h-." the voice is cut off when he turns into the room and sees me. We stand and stare at each other. It is the Bruce Wayne.

He was not how I imagined. I imagined him scrawny, nerdy person like me. No, he was nothing of the sort. He is the kind of guy you describe as tall, dark and mysterious. Every girls dream guy. His most interesting feature was his light blue eyes. He would defiantly be considered attractive to some other girl but good thing I am not some other girl.

I did what I always do, kept quiet and held still. He looks calm but I could see the raw shock, disbelief, and anger in his eyes. I immediately take a step back at the sight. Alfred touches his arm and he blinks out of his state. He smiles at plastic grin at me.

It probably looks real to everyone else but I have seen so many fakes to tell when someone is. "Hello, you must be Kayne- uh. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Bruce Wayne." He says smoothly. I caught that he hesitated on my name, most likely searching for a last name. This raised my suspicion since I had none.

I slowly nod my hello, hoping not to do the wrong movements. His eyes scan over me quickly, probably hoping for some other movement. After a few minutes, he nods his head and departs but not before saying, "Dinner is at six."

Alfred walks forward, eyes twinkling. He starts to say something but Wayne calls, "Alfred I need right now." Alfred shoulders slump forward and he walks out of the room with a quick, "Yes Master Wayne."