Ok...I've taken down Bloodstain and put this one on. I've never seen this before in the DC fandom, so I decided to take a shot at it. I don't own Detective Conan. If I did...well, let's just say bad things would start to happen...

That case was one of the easiest cases solved. Conan thought as he followed Ran and her father back to the agency. The poor, unfortunate soul whose body was found in a trashcan happened to be around a knife that was chucked with the victim's blood and the culprit's prints.

Needless to say, the shrunken detective's 'Kogoro Mouri Puppet Show' was closed for one day.

So boring...first I shrink into a kid, then I get sent back to elementary and now I'm bored 'cause I've got nothing to do. Conan looked up at the night sky. Someone up there must hate me a lot.

At the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure rush past the rooftops. He immediately looked up to see if he wasn't seeing things. Conan stopped in his tracks and blinked. Strange...I swear I saw something rush past there...

"Conan-kun, hurry up!" Came Ran's voice. Conan's head snapped forward, seeing that she and Mouri-san were on the other block while he was on the block before them. "Coming, Ran-neechan!" came his childish voice. He ran across the street and then stopped for a bit, looking back at the rooftops. After a while Ran called him again and he ran after them, earning a bop on the head from Mouri-san. I definitely saw that figure over there...

'Last night, another teenage girl was attacked. Like the last attack, the teen had two puncture marks around the neck region and had no memory of what had happened to her before the attack except for a black figure. More news on this later. For now...' Conan yawned as Mouri-san changed the channel. Another attack? The shrunken detective climbed up onto the chair as Ran set breakfast on the table.

Hope it doesn't happen again. Then again, wishful thinking isn't going to help anyone. Conan sighed, quickly eating his breakfast and dressing up for school.

On cue the bell rang, signalling the end of class. The sound of chairs being pushed back were heard as the children began talking with one another, leaving the class. A certain team of detectives left the school and walked down the streets of the town, three kids talking about TV shows, soccer games and the like, one was rolling his eyes at the three who were talking and one was shaking her head in amusement.

Soon enough, the three children and two not children parted and went separate ways.

Another boring day at elementary, Sighed Conan as he made his way to the Mouri Detective Agency, his current home. Kami, I really wish that Haibara would hurry up and make the antidote. Conan's pace slowed. But then if I use the antidote, people will wonder where 'Conan' went. I could say that he went back to live with 'his parents,' but they'll wonder why 'Conan' told me and not everybody else. He stopped in his tracks.

I could say that he went in a hurry but then...Agh! Conan messed up his hair in confusion.

It's no use! Either way, they'll find out and then the Black Ops will find out and then they'll kill me and everybody I know! He suddenly looked behind him, seeing a black figure running down the streets. It's that figure I saw last night! You're not getting away from me this time! The small meitantei ran after the black figure. Minutes later, his small body found itself in an alley. He looked around but saw nothing except for a few trash cans.

Where'd he go? He turned his back to search behind the trash cans as a shadow covered him. Conan stopped whatever he did. That's not good... In a flash, Conan was hit on the head. Falling to the ground, the last thing the tantei saw were glowing red eyes.

A/N: Hope this one's better... Kindly R&R this story and my others; flames will be given to Damien, my partner who can be mistaken for Shinichi's twin, his raptors, and my pyromaniac lawyer. Um... peace out...

-LazyShamanist