Batman's New Little Boy

The next day, Oliver's green eyes peeked open at the sun shining through the window. He whined, biting harder on the pacifier, as embarrassing as it was, it helped so of course he kept it. Pops was always telling him to keep something if it benefited him and who knows, maybe he'd look more like a freak with it in and whoever planned to adopt him may not want to anymore which was just fine by him.
Surely it'd be ok with his parents if he kept it though, he figured. It made him happy after all. Soon enough, Sharon knocked on the boy's door. Oliver huffed softly, he had hoped she would've forgotten but it appeared not.
"Oliver, sweetie, you up?"
"Yeah," he groaned.
Sharon opened the door as Oliver spit the pacifier out, slipping it in his pocket instead.
"C'mon, up, up up," she encouraged, "let's get you ready!"
"I can get ready myself," he grumbled, getting up and moving towards the dresser in the room and opening a drawer, pulling out a can of colored hair spray.
"Whoa, what do you think you're doing?" Sharon asked, arching a brow at him, stepping closer.
"Fixing my hair, duh," Oliver scoffed at her. She shook her head gently.
"Sweetie, no. You want to look nice for the person, in fact, go take a shower, I'll put an outfit in there for you."
Oliver rolled his eyes but huffed, only doing so without a fight, though he detested being told what to do, because a shower did sound pretty nice.
And pretty nice it was. It had been a while since he had warm water beat down on him. All the grime and dirt on his body going down the drain, a bit of purple too that hadn't been washed properly from his hair previously. He decided to stay in there a few moments longer to truly enjoy it before getting out. His face screwed up to a little scowl seeing the suit Sharon sat out for him on the sinks' counter. He wasn't some fancy, pretty boy!
Then he saw the pacifier he had taken and hidden in his pocket next to it. Well.... Pops always said deceit was fun to do.
Once he was dressed, he hesitated but carefully exited the bathroom walking to the lobby.
He looked around the orphanage, it didn't seem as big as it usually did, but, then again, he had grown since he was six.
The sound of kids playing grabbed his attention shortly after, looking towards the group of other parentless kids. He watched on a few moments, wanting to join them but another voice called to him.
"Oliver!" he winced a moment but the person continued walking up to him anyways. It sounded like his Ma's voice. When he looked up though, he realized it was just the manager of the orphanage, Mrs. Antrainez, her husband was holding open the door to their office.
"Y-yes?" he mumbled nervously, thinking he was in trouble. Mrs. Antrainez smiled softly at him, bending down slightly to better be at his height.
"We have someone very excited to meet you," she said, her voice soft but excited, her smile not moving as she carefully stood back to her full height, holding her hand out to him. Oliver hesitated watching her hand as many thoughts bounced through his mind. Finally though, he took it. The sooner he could shake this person or people from adopting him, the better.
Mrs. Antrainez led him to her and her husband's office, Mr. Antrainez shutting the door once the two were inside.
"Oliver, this is Mr. Bruce Wayne, can you tell him hi?" Mrs. Antrainez asked as she led him to a chair next to a tall man. He had on a fancy suit too with black hair that was slicked back professionally. This would be easier than Oliver thought, regardless, he pulled an innocent smile, as to not give away his plan.
"Hello Mr. Bruce Wayne!"
"Let's start with a few questions from Mr. Wayne?" Mr. Antrainez suggested sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the desk, his wife sitting next to him. Oliver suddenly wasn't feeling as nervous about this predicament.