Batman: Muggle Studies
By
UnbleieverDrizzt
It was a cold night in Gotham city. At least, you could tell it was night by looking at the clock. You see, Gotham was one of those places which darkness chose to cloak all day long.
As a result, crime thrived in the streets of Gotham. Many a child was orphaned because of the streets. One such orphan, now all grown up, decided to do something about it.
Of course, the city of Gotham never knew just how far that orphan went in helping the city. Few people knew how that orphan risked his mortal life night after night to prevent other children from losing their parents.
We now turn to that orphan, in the mansion at the edge of the city. Black-haired and blue eyed, man known as Bruce Wayne to many, and Batman to few was sitting in front of the fireplace, staring at the flames with the intensity of a man battling his inner demons. Suddenly, an interruption:
"Master Bruce, there's a very important letter here for you."
"Can't it wait for later, Alfred?" Cold blue eyes turned to the speaker -a tall, straight-backed old englishman. If there was one word to describe the speaker, it would be "dignified".
"I'm afraid it cannot, Master Bruce" answered Alfred "I may know something about the sender, and if I am correct, this should be very urgent"
Turning back to the fire, Bruce answered "very well, where is it?"
Alfred Pennyworth, butler and father-figure, approached Bruce and handed him an envelope.
Being a detective, Bruce immediately noticed the peculiarities of the letter. There were of course, the obvious peculiarites: Very old parchment, Wax seal, and a crest.
Bruce studied the crest intently. It showed a badger, an eagle, a serpent and a lion positioned in different corners of a rennaisance shield with a letter H in the middle.
At the bottom of the crest were the words Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. Bruce knew that the latin words meant "never tickle a sleeping dragon"
Less obvious to the untreined eye was the fact that the letter was carried by, or cae in contact with, an owl. It also suffered severe weathering, a fact that made Bruce conclude that it came from overseas.
Looking to Alfred, Bruce received a nod as a confirmation that he could open the letter without any worries of a trap. Nevertheless, he tensed, not knowing what to expect from such strange mail.
Inside was a piece of folded parchment. Opening it, Bruce read the words:
Mr. Wayne,
My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am headmaster of a pristigious and elite school. I would like to request a meeting with you to discuss some very dire matters. I was assured that you would be able to help me. I will go to Wayne Mansion at exactly 6 o'clock today, so as to not interfere with any of your activities.
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster, Hogwarts
Hogwarts? What kind of a name for a school is that? Things were getting stranger and stranger. The last sentence of the message also implied something to the paranoid in Bruce. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it nearly was six in the evening.
Ding... Dong... the doorbell rang...
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