AN: I don't own Highlander, Batman, or anything associated with DC and Davis & Penzar. However this story and any new characters belong to me. Takes place after Endgame and before War Games. I also updated this chapter. Please review and enjoy

Highlander: Battle in Gotham

Chapter 1

Michael Macleod rode on his horse through the plains of Scotland. He loves this, the feel of the wind in your face, the speed of the run, and the feeling of being free. But he wasn't enjoying this run, today. He was here on personal business. A few days ago he felt the death of one of his clans mate. He knew the day would come but he felt great dread when the feeling came. Felt it every time one of his friends died.

It didn't take him long to find out who died. With the help of the Bracelet of Gemini, he discovered that Duncan had beheaded Conner on Conner's behalf. It seemed that there was an Immortal that was stalking Conner throughout his life, and had now turned his sights on Duncan. He knew this Immortal. He would have taken care of him a long time ago, but Conner said that he couldn't look out for him forever. So he let it go, and now Conner is dead.

Duncan told him that Conner believed that it would take two Immortals to defeat Kell. So he had Duncan kill him to absorb his power, to become better than Kell. It worked. Kell is now dead, but at a great price.

Michael arrived at the grave. Duncan was already there. He got off of his horse and walked over. Duncan turned and greeted him. "Hello Michael. It is great to see you here."

"It's great to see you to. I just wish it was under happier circumstances."

The two Immortals embraced. They have known each other for centuries.

They turned back to the headstone. "Where's the sword?" Michael asked.

"It's on my saddle holder," Duncan answered. I'm going to have it cleaned up and sharpened."

Michael nodded. The sword he was referring to is the Macleod family sword. Conner used it as the marker for his first wife's grave. It has been in the ground for 400 yeas. Duncan has some work ahead of him when he fixes it up.

The two friends said their piece to Conner's grave and headed out back to the inn.

Michael and Duncan were sitting at a table in the inn, drinking and laughing about all the times they had together. Duncan was about to tell another story, when someone approached the table.

"Hello Duncan."

"Hello Joe. Thanks for coming." Joe Dawson is one of Duncan's best friends and his Watcher, mortals who chronicle the lives of Immortals.

"Sorry that I didn't get to go with you to the grave. There was some business that I had to take care of."

"Don't worry about it Joe. Michael was with me."

Joe turned to Michael. "It's great to see you again." He held out his hand.

Michael grabbed it. "It's great to see you again, Joe. When did you guys find out that I arrived?"

"This morning. If you didn't let the Watchers use the Necklace of Gemini to follow your travels through dimensions, we'd never find you."

The Jewels of Gemini give the wearer great powers. They can tap into magic and spiritual energies, they can transport the wearer to anywhere in the universe, give the wearer great strength, and they can open doorways to different dimensions. There are many other powers, at the wearer's control.

There are four pieces of Jewelry; the Ring of Gemini, the Bracelet of Gemini, the Necklace of Gemini, and the Earrings of Gemini. At one time Michael wore all four pieces of the Jewelry, but he didn't want the power to go to his head, so he kept the Bracelet, but he gave the Necklace to the Watchers in his own realm, so they could keep on chronicling his movements even when he wasn't in his own dimension, the Earrings went to Themiscyra, and the Ring went to an old friend, Duke Carter.

He didn't worry about the Watchers abusing the Necklace's powers. Only a handful of watchers know that it even exists. And the people that do know are ones that he trusts completely. And that takes a lot of a person to earn his trust.

This place, though, is not Michael's home dimension. In his home dimension, Conner, Duncan, and Richie are dead. He became the One in his own dimension a long time ago, and with his friends and lovers dead he felt like it was time to do some exploring. He still went back and visited a few of his friends that are still alive, but he spends most of his time traveling.

"Do you guys need anything else?" asked Rachael.

Michael looked at her and nodded. "Get us a cup for our friend here."

"Sure," she said. She turned to Joe. "Hi Joe. How are you doing?"

"Very well. How about you?"

"Just peachy. I'll be back in a moment." She turned and headed off towards the counter. Rachael Macleod owns the bar. She met Duncan a few years ago, when he came to return a bracelet to his love's grave. It just so happened that he also ran into his father's killer, and finally fulfilled his revenge.

Michael motioned for Joe to have a seat. "Come on, sit down. Take a load off. We're just talking about all the good times we've had with Conner."

Rachael came and gave Joe his drink. "Thanks."

They spent the next hour drinking and telling stories. "What is your next move, Michael?" Joe asked.

Michael thought for a minute. Ever since Conner's death, there has been something that he wanted to do, but it brought back bad memories. "There's this one city in another dimension, called Gotham that I haven't been to in a while. Two friends of mine were killed there, 25 years ago. Conner's death has got me thinking that I should go back and see them"

"When are you leaving?" Duncan asked.

"I never said that I was going. Just that I was thinking about it."

"Oh stop it. I could tell that you were going the moment you said it. So, when are you leaving?"

Michael gave him a scolding look, but it quickly softened. "Now." He got up and shook everyone's hands. "It's been great talking to you guys. See you all later."

Duncan and Joe gave each other a quick look. "Aren't you even going to pack?" Duncan asked.

"I'll just take what I brought with me," Michael said. "Anything else that I need should still be at my home in Gotham." Michael has dozens of homes in different dimensions. And over the years he has learned to finance his money well. He's a billionaire in just about every dimension. It also helps that they all use the same currency.

With that, he went up stairs to pack. During his packing he took a photo out of his wallet that he hasn't seen in years. It was a 25 year-old photo of some of his best friends, Thomas, Martha, and Bruce Wayne plus himself. He sat down on a chair, and started to think of old times. He missed them. Sometimes he thinks that he could have saved them. He could have, but his friend didn't listen to him. Before he left for the weekend, he told them not to go down any alleys after dark. Thomas said they would be fine. Finally he convinced Thomas not to go down any allies. All that evening he had this nagging feeling that something was wrong, but he trusted that Thomas would listen to him. The next morning, they were found dead.

They were shot to death. At first he was angry with Thomas for not listening to him. Then he looked at Bruce. He could see the blank stare in his eyes. He could see that Bruce saw it all right in front of him. He reached over and enveloped Bruce in a hug. He started crying. Then he got angry with the guy who shot Thomas and Martha.

Every once in a while he would go back to Gotham to visit their grave. He checked in on Bruce for a while, but stopped when he started traveling the world. He hasn't seen him since. In fact, it's been about 4 years since he has been to Gotham. He felt better, knowing that returning to Gotham feels right at the present moment. It's time to make a visit to the city. He wished he could see Bruce, but it would be a little strange telling him why he still looks the same after 25 years. Better to stay clear of the manor and Bruce's place of employment.

He stood up off of his chair and grabbed his bag. Using the Bracelet, he opened up a portal to Gotham's dimension. He stepped through and took in his surroundings. He was in his New York apartment. He went to his room and packed a few additional things. Then he picked up the phone and made airplane reservations to Gotham City.

He could have just teleported there, but there was no hurry. After all, it was good to enjoy regular travel once in a while. Plus it was also a way for him to delay his arrival a little longer.

After he finished making his reservations, he phoned for a taxi to pick him up. With nothing left to do, he picked up his bags and headed out to the building's exit to wait for the cab.