A young blonde haired girl with evergreen eyes was sitting on the steps of an old run down orphanage in Gotham City. She was drawling in a small memo pad before glancing down to see her black bag with her only possessions in it with a guitar case next to it. A small black limo pulled up in front of her and a young man stepped out of the car. He wore a dark blue suit with a black shirt and white tie under neath. His raven black hair was smoothed back. He knelt down next to the girl
"You must be Margret" he said while putting an arm on his knee. She just nodded before standing up and gathering her stuff before she stepped into the small limo.
*Bruce's POV*
I smiled as my newly adopted daughter got into the limo. Her long curly black hair was pulled into a ponytail. With some stands falling down to perfectly frame her pale face. She wore a old worn out red sweatshirt with some worn out blue jeans and old black sneakers. She had little possessions consisting of a small black bag and a guitar.
"What do you like to do for fun" I asked her. She just shrugged before going back to what she was doing.
"Um can you speak" I asked putting my hand on my chin
"Yes" she said quietly almost to wear i couldn't here her.