Randy Cunningham was having a good day. Then the news that he and his mother were moving hit him emotionally as heavy as the moving truck they were loading everything onto. The boy stood there at the sidewalk leading up to his house, eyes wide and mouth agape, unable to string any two words coherently together. He kicked his dark purple zip-up McKicks – the popular brand of shoes in his hometown of Norrisville – and stared morosely at the scene with sapphire blue eyes. His hands were in the pockets of his skinny jeans, thumb idly tugging at his red t-shirt with a single white blocky swirl. The lanky boy finally took his hands out of his jean pockets and drew his dark purple jacket around himself. "I'm … moving?" he finally croaked out, eyes watering. His messy purple hair was ruffled in a stiff breeze that seemed to emphasize his question. His best friend stood to his left, staring at the "For Sale" sign that had clued him into the move and resulted in telling Randy. He was a short, rotund teen with ginger hair coifed up at the front. He kicked his own red McKicks in the sidewalk and tugged at both his navy-blue squid t-shirt and light blue overshirt. Shoving his hands into dark green cargo shorts pockets did little to inspire him to cheer up his best friend. Randy spoke up again. "Howard, I- well, I don't know what to do. I don't think anyone's got a good answer to this."

"I think I do," Howard replied, watching the movers move the last of the boxes into the truck. He winced when one dropped a box and a sound of breaking glass was heard. He looked back to Randy. "Don't forget to call, man. I mean, we can't be the friends that lost touch just because you moved away. It's not like it was your fault." He paused to ponder, "Or at least it'd better not."

"How could moving be my fault when I didn't know it was happening until you called me!" Randy shouted incredulously.

"I dunno. You could have said or done something to give your mom the idea."

Randy put a finger to his jaw in thought, "No, I don't think so. Not really."

The movers lowered the door to the U-Haul and the simple grey sedan in front of it honked its horn twice.

"I- I gotta go." Randy held out his fist for a fist bump which was reciprocated. Neither could quell the tears that were threatening to spill. One of the movers picked Randy up with a furniture dolly and wheeled him to the car. Once Randy got in, the car drove off.

Inside the vehicle, as Randy was buckling in, his mother patted his head. "I'm sorry, honey. I promise I had a better surprise in mind, but then work came up and just," she sighed, "ruined all my nicely laid out plans." It was easy to see where Randy got most of his looks from. Kaitlyn Cunningham had nearly waist-length hair that was the same vibrant shade of purple as Randy. It was hard to count how many times folks saw them together asked if they get mother-son hair dye sessions. Though it was rare, both her and her son were blessed with such unique hair color. She wore simple jeans, a white polo, and wore her white trainers, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She looked at Randy and sighed again. "It was great, and a little funny. We were going to just drive around a little bit at first before heading to the new house."

"Then something came up, right?"

"Right." Silence prevailed for a few minutes. "We were going to move next door to the Weinerman's."

"Cool," Randy said dejectedly. Kaitlyn smirked and counted down from three on her hand. In the end, he bolted up and nearly shouted. "What!?"

She chuckled, "Yeah, then work threatened to just drop me altogether if I didn't move to a new city."

"Wonk."

She sighed and the look on her face said she was more than just tired. "I know. I wish I had a better choice, but there aren't many places to work in Norrisville as a psychiatrist. My place of business is partnered with another company in this other city. We're just going to have to get used to locking the door even when we're home."

"Oh, man. That kind of place? Where?"

She groaned this time. "Gotham City. I'm going to be working in Arkham Asylum."

"What!? Oh no, my mommy, working that close to the most dangerous criminals in the most dangerous city?! What if something bad happens over there?" He stopped and pondered, "Wait, something bad does happen there, it's Arkham!"

"I know, I know, and Mommy doesn't want to go, but they threatened to blackball me. That's like blackmailing only legal." She was silent for a moment. "If I had a better choice, I would do something else, but this is what we've got," Randy grunted and folded his arms. His mother glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "I do have some good news."

"What?"

"I have to work nights, and if I move my sleep schedule around, I can be awake to hang out with you."

Randy perked up at that. "Seriously? We haven't hung out in forever!"

"It feels like it. Hopefully, we can get a few days to hang out for me to get used to my schedule and get you signed up for school. So that way we can get moved in and me used to sleeping in the day."

Content with a solid plan, Randy leaned on the door and looked out the window, seeing the Oklahoma plains sweep by. Realizing they'd have to go to another state in the Northeast Coast region, he frowned a bit. He'd be getting up late and running late by a whole hour. Almost as bad as when he first had to get used to Daylight Savings time every year. He frowned. A whole hour difference from Norrisville to Gotham City. He couldn't call Howard during lunch break and he'd have to wait an hour to call him after school. Would his friendship be over? I hope he at least hangs out with the guys, Randy thought morosely, desiring nothing more than to be able to hang out with his mother and his best friend. Except Doug, that guy just kinda hangs around, Randy thought.

Right after that, his phone starts ringing with his theme. "You might want to get that," his mother said, "it could be Howard." She chuckled the last words.

Pulling out his phone, Randy saw that his caller ID did indeed indicate that Howard was calling him. Answering, "Howard, buddy, it's been like five minutes. We hadn't even hit the highway yet!"

"WHY ARE YOU MOVING!" Randy wrenched his head away from the phone as fast as he could at the first word of the shout. Until he was sure it was safe, he put it back to answer only to be interrupted. "Seriously, you were supposed to say in Norrisville forever and we'd be friends forever, why is your mom moving?"

"Seriously? Forever?" After some more whining and prodding on Howard's part, Randy relented, "Turns out, Mom's employers pulled a fast one on her and we have to move to a different city if she still wants to be a psychologist."

"Your mom's a shrink? Does she know about, you know?"

"No, no. Also, how did you not know Mom was a psychologist? Anyways, you will not be happy with where we are going."

"Oklahoma City? Kansas? California?" Howard asked distractedly.

"Gotham City."

There was a palpable silence over the phone as Howard processed what Randy just said. Randy inched the phone away from his head again before not a second later Howard cried out, shouting no into the phone. This lasted for three minutes. He took twenty breaths just to keep it up! Kaitlyn simply chuckled at Howard's absurd reaction. The rest of the ride was relatively uneventful with the occasional distressed calls from Howard.

Inside the Batcave, the Caped Crusader himself stood in front of his supercomputer, looking at all the information on the newest psychiatrist to grace Arkham Asylum.

Kaitlyn Cunningham

Age: 36

Hair: Purple

Hight: 5'9"

Ethnicity: White

City of Origin: Norrisville, OK

That last piece of information kept him starring. He then pulled up all the information on Norrisville. Robot attacks, monster sightings, and to top it all, the Ninja himself. It was obvious to Batman that the Ninja was either a shapeshifter (less likely) or a new person every four or so years (most likely).

"Whatcha lookin' at, Bruce? New recruit?" Robin, the Boy Wonder had walked in recently with nary a sound that would have been missed by the average person. Batman wasn't average.

"Very funny," he replied dryly. "Rather I haven't met this hero since it was brought to my attention. I've been meaning to do so and the new hire for Arkham simply reminded me to do so when we weren't too busy."

"Since when were we not busy?" Robin smirked. Batman simply returned the comment with his patented glare. He then closed out all the windows associating with Norrisville.

"Come on. We have work to do."