Hey guys making a new fanfiction. I just didn't know how to finish my old ones. I'll be finishing them soon though but anyway enjoy my Fem!Robin fanfiction. BTW Changed my name from The-Real-Deal37 to PurpleFox26 :P

Rachel/Robin's Pov

(A/N: starting of when Robin's Parents died and Robin's 8)

When my mom and uncle died I didn't want to keep living. What I really wanted to do was go jump off the nearest cliff. I thought that they were the only family I had left. That was before I knew the Commisioner was gonna take me out of his cop car and put me in the hands of the man known a my dad - though I didn't know it at the time.

"Rachel I want you to meet Bruce Wayne", Commissioner said.

At the time all I knew was that Bruce Wayne was some playboy billionaire that came to see the show. My mom told me before the show started that if he tried to talk to me i should run and tell her but right now there's nowhere to run...nowhere to hide. I was sad but most importantly i was angry. Why did people keep coming to me? I didn't even know half of them and they're all telling me that my parents were great people when they didn't even know them.

"Pleacă", I said glaring at my dad and the Commissioner with tears in my eyes (Go Away). I was still in the middle of learning english and if he wanted me to speak English he would have to ask me in my native tongue.

My dad smirked at me and held out his hand, "Rachel, voi duce acasă cu mine. M-ar deranja vorbitoare de limbă engleză. Română mea este ruginită"(Rachel, I'll be taking you home with me. Would mind speaking english. My Romanian is rusty).

I stared at him with surprise. Two sets of icey blue eyes locked together. How could this man who's supposed to be an idiot be able to speak my language-an american man at that. "How do you know Romanian?"

I saw him try to avert his eyes at the time. He looked over at the Commissioner for assistance. "Rachel, Mr. Wayne here is...", he was interrupted by my dad's cough.

My dad sighed and said," Rachel", he hesitated," I'm your father". I was ready to faint. I mean come on, I'm and 8 year old who just lost her mom and uncle. Then my father, who my mom said was supposedly dead, was here in my face.

"I'll be taking you home with me."

When you're 8 and you just watch the only family you knew die and your supposedly dead father pops up out of nowhere, you do the first uncontrollable action an acrobatic 8 year old would do - jump onto your dad and hug as if he was taking his last 2 breathes.

"DADDY!"

So Did you like it so far? Please review. And tell me what more you want in the story