ʀᴇᴄʟᴜsᴇ! homesick

CH 2: Numb

I was forced to tell them a name, so I told them my real name, that I was Viviana Taylor Parker.

Maybe I should've gone by another name, but I was in too much pain to think of anything creative. Besides, Iwas tired of lies and secrets. It got people killed. So I told the truth to the police.

Luckily, nobody had my name, which meant I didn't have a doppelgänger in this universe. Things could be a lot more complicated.

They asked for my parents name, so I told them Michelle Jones-Watson and Peter Parker. They did exist in this universe, at least, they had, but they died 16 years ago in a car crash in New York, so I never existed in this universe.

Officer Nelson came up to me, and wordlessly offered me a steaming cup of hot chocolate. I thanked him, and starting sipping it to warm up my body.

In the other room, the social worker and r Gordon were trying to figure out where to place me. All the orphanages were filled up, and there weren't many people who were open to adoption.

I sighed and slouched back in the chair, not knowing what to do with myself. I could run away m easily, but I need to find out how to get home. I figured if I appeared in Gotham, there was be a reason I was here. So I decided to stay.

It was a quiet night for the Gotham PD, which I could tell many officers were grateful for. I wondered what this city had gone through. I mean, they had multiple heroes, was one not enough?

Snapping out of my day dream, another police officer walked into the department. His badge said he was from Blüdhaven. Where the heck was that?

He looked at me, and I looked at him. I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn't place it. Besides, it was impossible that I knew him. He gave me an almost nostalgic look, and then looked back to Officer Nelson. "Is Gordon and the social worker at it again?" He asked.

"Yeah, they're arguing about how's there's never enough room in the orphanage. They're thinking about sending her out of city or state." Officer Nelson explains.

I looked down into my hands, looking deep into my plastic cup of measly hot chocolate.

"I have an idea. Let me talk to them." Officer Grayson said, and walked into the room.

When he explained to Commissioner Gordon and that social worker where he wanted me to stay, I dropped my empty cup against the floor.

Stay with who now?

Bruce Wayne? His adopted dad? Was he a serial adopter or something?

I didn't recognize the name, but the social worker obviously did, as she dropped her clipboard and papers out of shock.

Grayson explained, "I'm not promising anything, but it's worth a shot. I'll talk to him."

"Do you want me to prepare the papers? There's a lot to go through, there's not even a record of her existence." The social worker explained.

"What's your name?" He politely asked.

"I'm Ms. Whitfield, but you can call me Sara." She flirted.

"Okay, Sara, I'll be back to pick them up later."

"Okay sound perfect! After this is all said and done, would you want to go for coffee sometime?" Commissioner Gordon, who was still in the room, silently gagged.