"Are you sure?" Alfred asked the woman at the desk.
"Yes, for the fifth time. He is in fact, Bruce Wayne's biological son. There's no fooling the five DNA tests we took...look. If he doesn't want him, that's fine. He'll go into the foster system until someone adopts him." the woman gave him an annoyed look.
"That's not it miss, it's a big shock. The boy is Two years old correct?" Alfred said while looking at the small boy, sitting on Tim's lap as he read him a book.
"The mother wasn't able to take good care of him, she tried her hardest. She looked sick when she dropped him off...she looked like a ghost, but even then the boy smiled brightly at her and waved goodbye. I'm not sure he understands that he won't see her again," the woman sighed, looking at the boy with pity.
"Thank you, Master Drake, Master Thomas, it's time to go home." Alfred told the two boys,
"I get to meet Daddy?" The boy, Thomas looked up at Alfred with bright brown eyes.
"Yes, and your other big brothers," Tim said, as he picked up Thomas.
Thomas grinned, excited to meet his big brothers and father.
~ Point of View Change, and Time Skip a Year brought by change ~
I thought I was going to die, but, it was the opposite. I was becoming a monster, and I couldn't let my son see me or be around me. Not like the way I am, so, I gave him to his father and I 'watched' him for a year, and during that year I learned some things about my 'ex' best friend and my child's father. Which could put him in danger, and I was right. He got kidnapped by Talia Al Ghul, well, some of her minions.
"Hey, kidnapping a kid, seriously?" I said, from above them.
"What the hell?!" goon 1 shouted,
"Shoot her you morons!" Cheshire snapped at them,
I avoided their bullets with ease, only a few were able to graze me; it was difficult taking them all down but I was able to web them to the walls or make them hang upside down. Now, it was just Cheshire cat and Sportsmaster.
"What the hell are you?" Sportsmaster snapped at me, as he held a gun at my head.
"Let the boy go. I hate it when children are involved." I growled at him, clenching my hand into a tight fist.
"You and me both." Nightwing said from behind the two.
Artemis and Red Arrow appeared as well. Causing the two villains to mutter curses.
"Mama said no bad words!" Thomas shouted, scolding the two villains.
"Shut it you brat," Cheshire Cat snapped, lifting him up by the back of his shirt.
Nightwing reacted before I did, and attacked her. Artemis swooped in and grabbed Thomas while Red Arrow & I went after Sportsmaster who decided to flee, but, paint shot through my stomach and I had to stop chasing after him. Red Arrow stopped chasing him, which was stupid but, like a hero.
"You going to be okay?" he asked, as he put my arm over his shoulder.
"Yeah...I just need to rest..." I groaned.
"C'mon," he put his bow on his back and wrapped his arm around my waist.
I flinched at the contact, but walked with his help back to the warehouse where Nightwing, Artemis and a bunch of Police cars were. Along with Bruce Wayne, and Tim Drake. Bruce was hugging Thomas tightly.
"He escape too?" Nightwing asked us, when he spotted us going over.
"What happened?" a medic asked, coming over quickly.
"Nothing." I snapped, glaring at her.
She flinched but, took a deep breathe in and marched right over.
"Look. You don't need to be all brave and hide your pain just because you're a hero - " she started, poking my chest and looking me in the eyes.
"I volunteered as a test subject for some villains, I do not regret it."
"...Can I take a look?" she asked,
I sighed but nodded, warning her that it wasn't pretty.
"...Commissioner! We need an escort now!" the medic shouted, hooking her arm around my waist and putting my arm around her shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Nightwing asked, as he came over.
Red Arrow put my arm around his shoulder, and hoisted me into his arms.
"They can't help me, no one can...it's going to be a waste of money and resources." I told them, as I rested my head on Red Arrow's chest. Too tired to fight them.
"She's rotting," the medic said, as I was placed in the back of the police car with my head on the medic's lap.
"Is she going to be okay?" Red Arrow asked,
"I don't know." the medic muttered, as the Commissioner turned on the siren.
~ Time Skip 20 hours, and 19 minutes and No one's point of view ~
Red Arrow, Nightwing and Artemis were sitting in the waiting room with Thomas, Tim and Bruce. Thomas wanted to wait for the hero who came to save him, but she was in surgery for a long time.
"She's going to live," the surgeon said, as he walked over to the group, looking exhausted.
"It took you twenty hours. What the hell happened in there." Red Arrow glared at him,
"Her whole body was...bad." the surgeon said, glancing at Thomas,
"Thomas, go with Tim to get some food okay." Bruce looked to his youngest son,
"But I wanna see her!" Thomas pouted,
"She's going to be sleeping for a long time, no one can see her right now because she has to stay away from all the bad germs," a nurse said, looking exhausted as well.
Tim took Thomas away to go get some food along with the nurse.
"Her body was completely rotted, we had to remove the dying skin without damaging her nerves. Even then, some of her nerves were damaged, and parts of her skin was pealing. Her immune system was in over drive, going through over ten IV bags, and she would wake up every hour until one of the nurses punched her. Knocking her out. - That was the only thing that kept her unconscious, and let us do our job. She has internal injuries, but we can't do anything until her skin heals without risking her getting an infection somewhere." the Surgeon said, taking a seat in one of the chairs.
"How long will it take?" Artemis asked him,
"I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before, and...considering her identity..." the surgeon trailed off,
"We don't know who she is, or if she has any family." Nightwing said,
"We know who she is. We had a DNA test ran, just to see if she had any allergies before we gave her any sort of pain killers...Mr. Wayne, do you know a Rachel Quinzel?" the Surgeon asked,
