a/n good heavens finally got this rewritten and I promise to add some more soon to any one that may be still reading. I am so add it takes me forever to do anythign any way I have the next several chapters very close to finished and teh whole story outline out os it should come along fasterer now. as for the DC comics side of the xover i am gonna be alittle fast and loose with the timing and my chaarcterization knowledge mostly comes from teh paul dini and bruce timm shows of the nineties. so I guess think of this as an alternate continuity/adaptation of the characters and events.

and as always disclaimer that this a fanfic and I know i own no rights to eiter franchise

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Gosho Aoyama for detective conan

chapter one rewrite

separation

The boy sauntered up the road in as giddy a mood such a serious mind could conjure. His three young friends waved him off as he turned up the side street to his home. He lived on the second floor of a small commercial lot, one of the old kind that were designed to be both business and home. These were still somewhat prevalent in Tokyo. As he bounced up the stairs his black glasses slid down his pointed nose and his book bag bounced against his slender eleven year-old frame. He bypassed the detective agency on the first floor. A mister Richard Moore ran the agency as he did the house above it, slovenly and incompetently. The boy, Conan Edogawa was inwardly critical of the man's crime solving skills, which may seem odd to one not versed in Conan's own considerable skills and his secret. The door to the Moore residence in which Detective Moore, his daughter Rachel, and Conan lived was rarely locked, as they lived in a fairly secure neighborhood.

Rachel Moore was not aware of Conan's secret, there were very few that were, and for good reason. His secret was the type that would put everyone he knew in danger. He was not the sweet and naive boy that he played the part of everyday. behind the thick black-rimmed glasses and boyish face lied the mind of a much older boy, in fact barely a boy at all, but the famous high school detective Jimmy Kudo. His childhood friend and budding love interest, Rachel Moor was blissfully unaware, as the saying goes, that the cute chibi she thought of as a younger brother was the very boy she alternates between missing with a deep heartache and being mind-numbingly furious at him for not making contact more often and disappearing from her life altogether.

This Love-hate relationship between his other self and the love of his life was painful for Conan, and his childish facade was difficult to maintain at times; times like when Rachel and her best friend Serena were discussing college plans.

Such was the case as Conan entered the small kitchen. Rachel was on the phone, talking with her best friend.

"The recruiter called and said that for international students they call before the acceptance letter to handle travel and orientation formalities and the like."(mumble from the other line Conan assumes its serena, Rachels best friend)

"-expecting the letter any day now, even though I know I'm in they still send the official acceptance letter with an orietaition packet, and for our posterity"-

"no, I'm okay attending overseas, especially somewhere as prestigious as Gotham University.

"Detective Jimmy Kudo can figure out its graduation month without my help,if he hasn't even deemed me worthy of a call for the last three riddance.

(Serena on the other line)- you know you don't mean that Rache. If Kudo hasn't called he is probably on a case. Now I am usually the last one to stick up for the Sherlock nerd, but he always finds a way contact you before anything too big goes down. "

Conan couldn't help eavesdropping a little as the conversation mentioned himself.

"You are right, Serena. I am not going to let Jimmy hold me back from going to college in America. got accepted to Gotham university and I am going, but i still am going to miss him. he still is my best friend, present company excepted of course, "

(Serena)- natch. Its like I said, he may be a doufus but hes your doufus. He'll show up before you split the country.

Conan knew this day was coming but didn't want to think about what would happen to Rachel in another country. ' Rachel's a big girl she can handle herself, but what I am really worried about is if she finds a boyfriend" Conan's thoughts had been on this topic for long enough in the past weeks leading up to graduation that he had formulated a plan. it was always an unspoken agreement between them that she would always be there waiting when he would come back from a case and he would always show up if she really needed him, which in their lives would normally mean like every day, but Kudo was very aware of her ability to take care of herself. In all honesty she was probably a better detective than her dad, not to give the old man too bad a time of it, he wasn't exactly a bad cop, just not the best gumshoe; and of course she was a master at the martial arts. she could probably give the real Sherlock a run for his money in that arena, Kudo mused. but he was concerned about the college thing. he could not let her go on wondering and pining for him or break his heart by bringing home another guy, he would give her up. He wanted her to be happy more than anything and developed a plan that would insure she would not have Jimmy to hang up on when seeking romantic or indeed any socialization at school. As Rachel prattled on, Conan's morose thoughts almost had him teary-eyed.

"Hold on Serena, there is a knock at the door " Rachel put her friend on hold to answer the heavy thud.

Conan could not bear to watch as his plan unfolded but he could not abandon her now, he settled for pensively hovering on the stairs three steps up looking almost like a boy spying on his parents watching the late night news after his bedtime. After today his loved-ones would be even safer from the black organization's wrath and the love of the little boy/man's life would be emotionally free.

Rachel invited the guest in from the front door as Conan slipped up the stairs making it to his room just before the guest was revealed to be lt. McGuire. he threw himself onto his bed confused and restless, just to immediately go back to the top of the stairs and resume his little kid vigil.

"Hello, inspector, my father is down in the office waiting on an appointment, I'll get him if you want.

"That wont be necessary Rachel, I am actually here to see you. As you know, while I do ask your father to consult on cases quite a lot, part of the reason for my original success and somewhat mild fame was the help Young Jimmy Kudo used to give me. I was the one to give him his first shot at consulting back a few months after your dad left the force.

" I bet everyone thought you were crazy to get advice form a high-schooler at first, but if your here to see me then you must have a message from Jimmy. I didn't even know you knew each other outside of work.

" We don't really, he kept in touch with the department almost as well as he keeps in touch with you and Richard, which is to say sporadically at best. the news isn't good, we probably should sit down, may I come in

" Of course Lt. you make your self comfortable in the living room and I'll get some tea. iced or traditional?

" Thank you, Rachel, I'll take it hot with a dash of honey if you have it.

"so, is jimmy alright. its odd for him to relay a message through you all. he knows he can just call right.

"This is the toughest part of a police officers job. having said that I think you know what comes after that line.

The sugar falls and spills a copious amount across Rachel's feet and the surrounding linoleum.

Conan is their in seconds as if materialized by Rachel's need, he helps clean up the mess with no words and takes a cup of tea to the inspector while Rachel steadies herself on the counter, looking like a seasick landlubber tossed about by a deadly squall line. And it was threatening to pull her previously stable ship under.

Lt. McGuire lets his head hang for a second staring bleakly into his untouched tea. He knows from experience that it would be an empty gesture to try and console her the way many would; a touch of the hand to hers too reminiscent of the loved one's touch, a rub on the back too likely to be any face when she turns to look, but never the one she needs it to be. Any words just seeming empty and fake. No, the best thing was to just give her a few minutes to catch her breath and then answer her questions calmly and then go, all the while clenching and wringing his hat in his hands with the strain of knowing no better way to offer help. Conan eased himself silently into an armchair off to the side trying to be unobtrusive as Rachel stepped back into the room with her own tea and set across from the inspector.

"How, " she could not finish but he knew what his lines were.

"There were no bodies to id but dental records checked out. Informants in the Black organization, one of the more notorious and well run crime syndicates in tokyo, the case he was working on, tipped us to a major hit about to go down a few weeks back. we have been trying to link the Black org. to foreign funding for a few years now and Jimmy was closer than any of us to the source. it was not hard to deduce he was the target.I passed warning on through our normal channels of which jimmy sometimes avails know, the usual ,snitches , under-covers, people who think they know things and sometimes get lucky. but before we are able to learn more and no message from Kudo, we get Monday's headline. the Phantom Kid names his new target, our prelim intelligence has it a business owner with a penchant for expensive European sports cars. yeah real subtle. any way we also have been building a case for his business being a cover for one of the bigger known yakuza organizations operating in the city, a main rival of the black org. so this muddled our theory a little. maybe the org was after Kaito. He has done vigilante work in the past despite being japans most wanted thief. I didn't think this was a coincidence. and i had it from Kudo himself that the kid has helped him on cases before. My working hypothesis was that Jimmy's work on this case was finally coming to ahead and he was pulling in a favor from the kid for the assist. we had to play like the threat to the wealth of Kaito's next target was a concern to the police, and for his part the flamboyant suspected drug runner was fairly cooperative. didnt even hire private security to roam his grounds with barely legal machine guns like they do in the movies. Just played it cool told us to do our job and he would do his, whatever that meant the captain assigned me to liase with the organised crime unit for this case as I am this precincts expert on the kaito kid and because of my relationship with Kudo. then the night of kaitos' fun comes and goes. Like I said we didn't find the body. it is all still a little chaotic, evidently Mr. flamboyant , real name M.M. Knight obviosly an alias but a well covered one, was in on it with the Black org. we have multiple eyewitnesses placing kaito and jimmy on the scene. We don't really need to find bodies to know. there was enough c4 in the basement of this dudes basement to firebomb half of hong-kong I personally ran into the phantom thief half a click from the epicenter drowning in his own excrement and innards his dying words were a scared mumble in a foreign language that our guys pegged as "Nanda Parbat" which sounds vaguely hindhi but isn't a real place or known word or name.

I shouldn't tell you that last but I think it was important that you know Jimmy died as he lived solving mysteries and most importantly saving lives. these were dangerous people but in the chaos we got most of the high ups in the black and the smaller M.M. Knight drug ring

there are no words of comfort that I know that are better than the simple quiet company of friends and family" and with that he gulped the last of his now room temperature tea and left with a surreptitious glance at Conan who was already leading Rachel by the hand to her room to rest.

on the porch he leaned up against the porch and heaved a sigh, the story was mostly true, except for the dental records, but he held back that Kudos teeth and dna were absent from the site despite reliable witnesses placing him in the no survivor zone, and the fact that Kaito sitings have escalated since that crazy shitstorm of a night. 'I saw him die with my own eyes' his expression was sullen and a touch afraid. If who the organized crime people were saying may have been behind this really were then this could be big like interpol or one of those American vigilantes with powers big. 'christ, tokyo used to be famous for the lwoest murder rrate per capita for a city in the world now we may have to beg from an alien or may some psycho in a batsuite just to keep the body count down'. Maguire saw Conan give him a meaning look out from his bedroom window as maguire piled into his car and left.

'Just what was Kudo doing relaying favors through a primary schooler anyway'