Author's Note: I just recently got back into DC, and i'm feeling in the mood to write a story. I do NOT own or in any way take responsibility for creating any of these characters (Except a few which I did create) And even though this is mainly just a fun way of passing time, I am also very eager to take advice from anyone who wants to give it, and will try my very best to take this advice into consideration. Thanks.

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Batman stood hunched over in the darkness and waited. Crime Alley was always filled with criminals, and tonight was no exception. Not super-villains. Not combat trained thieves and gang members. Just petty thieves riding solo with no backing, financial or otherwise, for a little extra cash. He readied two batarangs and waited on the fire escape of one of the third floor apartments. The two thieves would turn the corner at any second. He hurled the two projectiles and was on his way towards them before they had even turned the corner. Each batarang hit it's mark, hitting both thieves in the direct middle of the forehead, before returning to his waiting hand. Batman tied them up and left them in an obvious location for the police to collect at a later time. He checked the time on his Heads-Up-Display. 3:26. Enough for one night, Bruce Wayne had a press conference in the morning and he needed a little sleep before then. He quickly headed in the direction of the Batmobile.

Batman reached the Batmobile quickly, only to notice that the sliding windshield/roof was open, and there was a person reaching inside, unable to see Batman approaching. The only other person to try anything as stupid as that was... Jason Todd. Unwilling to get immersed into those old and painful memories, he silently but quickly made his way closer to the vehicle, ready for any attack that might come. He had almost reached the Thief before he looked up at him, his gleaming silver eyes focused on Batman underneath his long, uncut black hair. He wore a ripped and very ruined black leather jacket, stained black jeans, and no shoes. The two stared at each other before, remarkably, Batman was taken by surprise at the thief leaping towards him in an extremely violent attack. His leg hit the side of Batman's head, HARD. Batman was thrown away at the force of the assailant, while the man ran off into the street. "Is he a meta or just some powerhouse?" He thought to himself. The man's strength was well within the human limits, but very uncommon for his relatively slim body type. Batman didn't waste any time before jumping up, closing and locking the Batmobile, and giving chase.

Batman caught up with the man very quickly. No matter who a person was, they couldn't outrun Batman's grapple-gun. Batman jumped off the roof of a three story building and using expert techniques, landed safely on the ground in front of the man. The man got into a very aggressive fighting stance and readied himself for the onslaught that came hand in hand when fighting the Batman. But the onslaught never came. Batman simply raised a powerful, highly modified military grade taser and pointed it at the mans chest. The man had no time to react at the very sudden change in tactics, and went down without a word, writhing on the ground. As Batman got closer he realized this was no man. He was a teenager, 17 years old or possibly younger. Batman took the boy's fingerprints and ran them through the Gotham records. No match. He tried Nationally, same result. Frustrated, he tried Globally and after a few minutes almost dropped the small PDA sized machine. He looked at the boy. Whoever this was, he either didn't or failing that shouldn't exist. He looked a little more closely at his face. He couldn't quite place it, but was sure that he had seen it before. He took a quick picture and sent it to Alfred. "Alfred, do you know who this boy might be?"

"Yes I do sir," he said back after a small delay. "This boy bears a remarkable resemblance to you at the age of 16." Batman couldn't believe it.

"Thank you Alfred, I won't be coming home tonight."

"But sir, the press conference..." his voice trailed off, realizing that his attempt to gather a reason out of Batman was in vain. "And where will you be staying?" he asked.

"I will be staying on the watchtower for tonight Alfred. And the press conference is of no concern, I'll sort it out later - most likely another crazy activity from Bruce Wayne."

"Very good sir. I will be awaiting your arrival within 48 hours." And with that, the familiar beeping of an active person on the communications channel died out. Batman pressed a few buttons on the side of his helmet before speaking again.

"J'onn, this is Batman I need a transport for two people up to The Watchtower."

"Batman, this is J'onn J'onzz receiving. Transport commencing momentarily." Batman picked up the unconscious thief and waited a couple of seconds. A blinding light appeared from everywhere at once for a moment, and when it disappeared Batman was aboard The Watchtower.

"Who is this?" J'onn asked, curious.

"Potential" Batman said as he left the transporter room and headed towards the reinforced medical bay. He put the unconscious teen into a one-way-mirror room reserved for interrogations of injured outsiders and for other unusual circumstances, of which THIS qualified. Batman left the room and sat on a chair on the their side of a one-way wall, eagerly waiting for the boy to wake up.

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Diana was walking to her quarters which were located past the medical bay aboard The Watchtower. Ever since they accepted a large amount of new Justice League members, she had to walk almost twice as far from the training room to her own private quarters, which was annoying, but not much of a hindrance. On her way there she passed Batman, sitting on a sleek metal chair, looking into a secure one-way medical room.

"Who's that?" she asked him after stopping next to him, curious about the teen boy.

"He's a homeless teenager with a large amount of potential"

"From Gotham?"

"Yes," Batman said blatantly. "He stole some items from the Batmobile which is impressive on its own, but he nearly knocked me unconscious through one punch to the head. If I wasn't wearing my mask I probably would have been."

"That doesnt seem that impressive..." Wonder Woman said confused.

"It takes more than brute strength to put me unconscious through this mask. You need to know exactly where to strike."

"He knew that?" she asked a little more interested.

"Because I trust you'll keep this confidential, I'll put it this way, depending on his attitude towards crime I am going to consider adopting him." Diana was dumbstruck.

"That good huh?"

"That and MORE..."

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Sooo... this is the first story I've written in a long time, but I am excited to hear what you guys have to say, and if you have a cool idea for a direction the story can go in, tell me and I'll put it in and give you a shoutout.

Thanks!