NYCTOPHOBIA(batfamxFem!OC)

CH 2/ How many are there!?

After what felt like a eternity the woman (who I now know is Ms Johnson) and Mr Wayne came out of the office. I looked over both of them, it had taken to little time for the adoption process. Did he pay her off for a quicker adoption process?

"Hey there, sorry if we didn't a good introduction. My name's Bruce Wayne." I looked him up and down and then nodded my head, telling him my name again.
"Yeah, it's fine..mine is Claire Blatz.." I mumbled as I stood up with a tug of my arm from Ms Johnson.

I saw him give a small smile before Ms Johnson started to talk again.

"Well I love that you two are getting along!" She said with fake enthusiasm. "You both better get going now I don't want to keep you to long!"

"Of course have a good day Ms Johnson." Bruce gave a small gesture with his head to lead me out of the center. A sleek black rolls Royce was outside of the musty building that looked like it literally sucked out the hopes and dreams from anyone that walked in there.

As I stepped into the right side seat if the back of the car she saw a older male with a suit on in the driver seat. Bruce got into the passenger seat and buckled up, as I did the same. This car felt to expensive for me to be in it. Like it should be placed in a museum and not touched.

As I looked out the window my eyes found a file that seemed to have my name on it. Before I could subtly lean forward to see what it would say Bruce turned back in the car so he could face me and started talking. Again.

"I wanted to discuss your education and past a bit is that ok?" He asked sincerely

My eyes sifted away from the file quickly to his face as I covered my disappointment in not seeing it.

"Oh ya it's fine- what did you need to know.." i was hesitant when he mentioned my past. I was in the 8th grade and got decent grades. I luckily wasn't like Nico where we didn't even know if he had a education past the 3rd grade. I know my last wasn't squeaky clean- honestly it was kinda gruesome. But aside from that I was as normal as a demigod can get.

"I see that you are in 8th grade, and you were in the honors class when you lived in New York right?" Bruce's eyes flickered between my face and the file which he now kept closed unless he needed to check information.

"Yeah.." my voice was quite as I remember that I was leaveing that school behind. Well for about 1 week before this family realized I'm not a good kid and get tired of me and then leave me. The usual.

"Would you like to start at Gotham Academy? All of my kids go there but four are unrolled there at the moment. One does do online though" four? And all? How many kids did this man have. I know Annabeth talked about it at one point but I probably tuned it out and did something else.

Now it didn't sound to bad of a deal. But I also wasn't planning on staying there long. I had a home at camp half blood. Which I hopefully didn't ruin when I ran away.
"Sure"
That didn't sound to sure to me. Why can't I just do what I usually do and keep my voice flat and boring- even if Leo tease me about it all the time. It's a easy why to cover your emotions, it took a bit of time to learn but hey- it works doesn't it. Well it's supposed to anyways.
"Ok good, we can go over the fiber details at the manor. Now about your past, if you want to skip just say, skip. Ok?" At this point Bruce had shifted so he was facing the front of the car again. Looking at the maps we were ten minutes away apparently. I have no clue how you sum all of this stuff up ten minutes, but I'm not gonna try and stop him from trying.

He hummed a response with a nod before speaking up again.

"Well I would like to start of that when you were 8 your mother died and then you were out into foster care- which you soon ran away from at around the age of 9, almost 10? Correct?"