Late-Autumn dream

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own this. Wish I did but I don't. J..

And I'm sorry about the herndious spacing but FF wouldn't have it any other way....

Chapter 1

Lilies, Petunias and Poison ivy

Bruce Wayne stood stone-faced, staring out of a window overlooking one of his autumn gardens, an old faded photograph clutched tightly in his hand. The photo held two young people in an autumn day long passed, sitting beneath an oak tree having a picnic. A black-haired young man in perhaps his mid-twenties, sat with his back against the twisted bark with one arm draped around a much younger woman. She was around twenty with lush, red hair and who was cuddled content into his chest. It was easy to see that dispute their young age they were both madly in love, as they gazed adoringly in to each other's eyes. Stormy blues into sparkly emeralds.

Bruce felt his heart ache painfully. It hurt to look at the photo. The picture represented a world that might have been but never was. A life he could have had but couldn't. Not then. Not now. Not never.

'Oh Lily', He thought as he ran a finger over her smiling face. He remembered the day it had be taken. He remembered her, always. But sometime he wished he could forget.

"Come on Bruce! You're so slow." She called back, laughing as she dashed forward, her red hair flashing. Bruce smiled at her antics as he took his time walking along He was waiting for her to pick a spot to eat. The sun hovered over head hotly, not overpowering but enough took keep them warm against the cool autumn breezy.

"Over here, over here! I found the perfect spot!" She cried from the shadows of some trees. Bruce could help but laugh at her childishness as she sat on a tree branch. He hadn't been a child for so long but Lily was childish enough for the two of them. Then again she still was a child.

"Lily!" He called up, still laughing as he collapsed in the shade beneath, "Come down, before you break your neck!"

Lily stuck out her tongue "No way! You'll` catch me first, Bruce."

Bruce shook his head in fake distress as he put down a blanket and pulled out some food. He wondered why she could be so silly at times and yet be mature the rest of the time. He didn't know why but he loved her for it.

"You'll miss Alfred's cooking."

Lily pouted at the threat; Bruce knew Alfred had made her favorite. She slid forwards to jump off and…

"Oops…"

And just like Lily said, Bruce grabbed her right out of the air as she fell. Bruce pretended to scowl and she shot him a cheek grin, leaning forward as their eyes met and froze in the moment. They both leaned forward, eyes flittering close as…

"Master Bruce?" Bruce tired eyes shot open and landed on a concerned Alfred.

"Sir, the signal has been light. It has been for some time."

Bruce nodded to Alfred in acknowledgment making his way to the Bat-cave, hidden beneath the splendorous manor. This wasn't that autumn; it had happened seven years ago. Seven years….Lily had her family now and he had Gotham.

He was need, and he didn't need her, not anymore.

He couldn't.

******

Harry Potter was a small, six years old boy. He was also in infamous Gotham city, so very far from the Privet drive he knew. He knew he wasn't far from a pretty park he had been to earlier but that wasn't much help because he was lost.

Now it was rather late at night and any good citizen was tucked away in bed praying not to be robbed or blow up that night. It wasn't the sort of place you would let a six year old child wonder about, day or night. It wasn't the sort of place adults would want to wonder about in.

Harry was scared, cold and confused. He had no place to go. The Dursley's had dumped him here and drove off laughing insanely and he had be too scared to move since then and that had been hours ago. He had hoped they would come back but...

He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to go.

He shivered as he moved closer to the park. Maybe there was some nice, warm place there that he could stay for a little while. His legs, back and general body hurt badly and he was bleeding from a cut on his lip as he limped down a stony pathway. Not exactly the picture of perfect health.

He recall painful what had happened to piss off his uncle so much.

******

His uncle Vernon had managed to arrange a meeting with an American company that was very powerful over there. A deal for them to buy lots of grills and if the deal when through, Vernon would be very rich. For weeks he had talked not stop about it and how he was going to sink the deal.

From what Harry had overheard, the owner of the company (Who Vernon was going to meet) was 'Brainless and had more money that he knew what to do with and didn't deserved'. Harry guessed his uncle was going to try to rip the company off (that what he did to everyone else) and he was sure it was going to end bad….for him at any rate.

The first problem to happen was that the Dursley's were required to go to Gotham all expense paid to meet this man. Which was much to the Dursley's delight…and much to their horror found they would have to that Harry with them as Mrs. Figg was ill with flu so could not take him while they were away.

So after much grumbling and beatings for Harry, the Dursleys had accepted this and had settled down to think of way to make this trip a nightmare for the boy.

It had been his first trip out of Surrey (His first real trip out of the house, as he'd only ever gone to the supermarket before) and his first time on a plane. Even better yet he didn't have to sit with the Dursleys (Who were in first class, while he was in the cheapest seat they could get) and the old lady who sat next to him had even gave him a sweet! And the nice blond lady who had gave him his meal had been so nice to him and cut up his food for him just like Aunt Petunia did for Dudley. After the trip on the plane through the clouds, Harry was about as happy to meet the Dursleys as they were to be seen in public with him. Why did he had to be with the Dursleys? They hated him and always gave him ouches. What had he done wrong this time?

They had then got a taxi to a five star hotel that Harry was sure when all the way to the sun, it was that tall! Inside it was big and full of bright gold and white stones. Harry liked it, it was shiny and clean. So the Dursey's could expect him to clean it.

Unfortunately while the Dursleys had made their way to their rooms on the ninth floor they had left Harry to carry up their big bags up the stairs. On his own.

By the time he had got them up, the Dursleys were ready to leave for the meeting and were sneering down at him in a way that told him he'd be in a lot of pain soon.

"Freak, what took you so bloody long? Lazy bastard."

That had been followed by a beating that had left him panting and bleeding on the floor. He had praised himself on not once crying even went it had hurt. But it always hurt thought.

*****

While the Uncle Vernon was in the meet, Aunt Petunia had taken Harry and Dudley to the park. Harry had found it to be beautiful with all sorts of flower growing all over the place. Red, blue, purple, yellow and green. The white water ones were his favorite, he wasn't sure what they were called but he thought they were…lilies. Most of the flower had been startling to fade and die; the leaves were turning brown and yellow and falling from the tree. Harry found that he love autumn where the old fade to prepare for the new.

Dudley on the other hand had found it to be boring and had quickly thrown a fit to get an ice cream.

They had stroll through the Park, taking in it beautiful features (Aunt Petunia and Harry had anyway) and had stopped at a play park to play (Dudley, Harry hadn't been allowed) before going to get so lunch.

Dudley had had two cheese burgers and chips while Aunt Petunia had just had some coffee and Harry was luckily been give leftover from Dudley's meal. This turned out to be most of it as Dudley only ever ate ice-creams and deserts.

Harry felt un-normally happy as they had left to meet up with his Uncle.

He should have known it wouldn't last. It never did.

His uncle had appeared in a fouler mood that he had ever seen him before. He had ranted and yelled about stupid American princes with no blood brains and too much flipping money. He had then rounded on Harry and had started to beat him up shouting that it was all 'his and his f-ing mother fault for stealing Petunia's and his rightful money.' which had confused him because he didn't have any money, all his things were second hand from Dudley. He'd never had anything new in his life.

It had been the worst beating for as long as he could remember and he had had some bad ones.

His uncle had then dragged him here and left him 'to die and give us our rightful money you and your freak mother had stolen'. Which was all he remembered before passing out on the cold ground….

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Now Harry stood in front on a big, greenly Greenhouse. It looked pretty and warm and was filled with lots of beautiful plant and flowers. Harry stood on his tip-toes to see if there was anyone inside because the lights were on and lights mean people right?

Harry's eyes widen comically and his mouth dropped out. Inside was the most beautiful lady he had ever seen. She had long, scarlet red hair falling to her small waist, her skin was a pale-white-green that glow unearthly like a earth ninth and her ears were pointed like a elvin princess. She wore a short dress made up of evergreen leafs and as she turned to the window Harry saw she had big, emerald green eyes like his own. Just like his.

'She's an angle.' Harry thought in awe as that was the only thing his mind could compare her to. Which for a child who never heard one single fairy story, it wasn't much.

Was it him or did she look familiar? He couldn't know her, he decided because he's remember someone so pretty. And she was pretty. Very, very, pretty.

He glanced at the door; maybe the pretty lady could help him? Angles help people, right? Maybe she was his guardian Angel. That would be nice. Someone who would stop Dudley from hitting him when no one was looking.

He sneaked over to the door and to his surprise he found it to be open. Strange. Maybe be she didn't have to lock her door but he couldn't think why.

Now like any six years old in the world would Harry wondered in to the greenhouse without a care in the world, having completely no idea he had just walked in to possible one of the most dangerous places in the world.

******

Poison Ivy was having a good day. She had just be released from Arkham and had found to her joy that her children were still alive (Although she had had to 'fire' her last plant sitter, the work just wasn't up to her standards.) She was due to meet up with the Cat and Harley in a few days time, assuming of course, that neither were captured in the next few days of course.

Now it was late at night when she had first found him, walking through her front door as thought he belonged here. Ivy turned and stared confused at him, He looked familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. She felt strangle, like she had found a long lost rare plant. Okay……

What did she do now? Maybe she could use him as plant food. No, her last sitter would last a while yet….

The boy was small, only around four maybe with messy midnight black hair that remind her again of someone. What throw her the most were the little boy's eyes, they were green. Like emeralds, like her own.

"Babies, be good and grab that boy for me." She whispered to some vines, who left at once to get this strangle little boy.

Ivy turned and raised an eyebrow at the boy, who was giggling away as he was hung upside down from the tree, not a bit scared. Strange boy.

"I am Poison Ivy, envoy of Mother Nature and you are?" she whispered in a demanding voice, habitual stroking a vine.

The boy giggled again and replied, "Harry Potter, Miss." not the least bit afraid. God, where had her reputation gone?

Ivy felt a head ach coming on, who the hell was this boy and how on earth did she know him? Her head pounded against her skull painfully. A mystery, no doubt, as much as this head ach. She hadn't had headaches since she had become Poison Ivy. And she had certainly not missed them that much.

"And what are you doing here?" she asked harshly as her rubbed her head. Thump, thump, thump. Was there a drum somewhere around here? A Joker joke?

She'd kill Harley if it was.

The boy had thankfully stopped his blasted giggling but much to her horror looked like he was going to cry. Oh no. Oh, no, no, no, no noooooooo. She couldn't deal which childish tears. They just so…..Ur!

"My uncle left me all alone and I don't have any where to go and it was really cold but then I saw the green house in the park and it looked really nice with all the pretty flowers and I thought maybe someone could help me, Miss Ivy lady."

The boy look up at her with those big green puppy dog eyes and Ivy had found herself willing to admit that she wanted to help the little boy. This was strange for her because she didn't normal like people period. Only a few noticeable exceptions were made - Harley for instance.

'Well obviously he's been abused by the bruise and smallness, probable from this Uncle of his, so what about his parents?'

Ivy gestured to the vines to drop the boy on the ground.

"So, what about your parents - mummy and daddy? Don't you live with them?"

The boy looked sad as he stood up and said "My mommy and daddy die in a car crash. So I live with my Aunt and Uncle but they didn't like me because I'm a freak." the boy paused and looked around.

"And because I like doing the gardening and flower and stuff. Dudley says it's really girly but it's fun!" he said defensively.

Ivy's ears pick at the end bit, so the kid has no home and enjoys gardening and likes flower. She paused, Car crash…had she caused any…No….Wait…No...She didn't think so. Maybe the Joker or…. No…. she didn't know anyone who had killed any named Potter….or any caused any car crashes lastly (Thought with the Joker you never know)….defiantly not the Cat or Penguin…It just wasn't their style…hmmmm….she'd look in to it later.

'Maybe he could stay….if he's any good at looking after my flowers….for a little while, anyway.'

Okay

Really need to know;

Robin:

YES

OR

NO?

Should the kid Wonder be in it or should he be dropped from the act? Hurry voting ends by second chapter. Which will be written when I get three or more comments.