I'm rather disappointed with the Harry Potter Batman crossover sections on the sight, all those stories and not one with Harry as Robin? Unacceptable. As such I am writing one of my own, and yes I know this opening chapter sucks, it's only a lead up to events, anyway please read and review tell whether you like the idea or not. Also I'm not sure I will have a pairing for this story, I'm currently planning a sequel and I'm thinking of HarryxLuna.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Batman, I really wish I did because let's face it that would be totally awesome. However as I already said I don't own them. Damn it.

Oh, and a small heads up, this story is based in the Under the Red Hood verse many of the characters will however use the designs from Young Justice. Except for Joker who will remain in his Under the Red Hood look and voice, they should shoot the voice actor and designer in Young Justice for what they did to him.

Edit: Thank you to my wonderful Beta Wingsoffate who has helped me edit this chater

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

To say Vernon Dursley was happy would be the understatement of the year, no Vernon was not just happy he was positively joyful. Now this was not a very common emotion for the rather rotund man however at the moment he felt that this emotion was justified and as such couldn't help but beam constantly, a smile seemingly carved upon his face.

This rather out of character disposition was due to two factors, one being he had just been given the biggest promotion of his career so far and two that this rather large promotion involved moving to an entirely different country. Now for most people the second factor would be a negative, however Vernon had what he considered a very good reason for being happy, said reason was sat in the back of the brand new car that was taking them to their new home far away from the 'freaks' in grand old England.

He looked up into the rear view mirror, two children visible from the reflection both seemingly opposite to each other in looks and stature. The one on the right was rather rotund and looked almost like a miniature version of Vernon with short, blonde greasy hair and a piggish face. Small blue eyes stared sullenly out of a pudgy face with very little neck. This was Vernon's own son Dudley who took after the man not only in looks but also mannerisms and attitude –an attitude that had a tendency to get him trouble with many of his teachers and encouraged him to bully anyone smaller the him, which was a lot of people. He sat with his face pressed onto the window looking at the passing scenery with disinterest, too bored to even complain.

The child on the left was Harry Potter, a small child for his young age of four, with a wild shock of raven locks and large round emerald eyes that seemed to shine in the right light. He had a small thin frame and a submissive personality that often led to bullying from Dudley and his gang of friends. However Harry's most curious feature was the small lightning bolt scar on his forehead, this scar while odd was hardly noticeable as it was often hidden beneath his bangs. Harry was Vernon's nephew and had been reluctantly taken in by him and his wife –a rather nosy woman named Petunia who resembled a horse more then her name sake- when he was one years old after his parents died. Despite the fact that Harry was their nephew neither Vernon nor Petunia truly cared for the boy, often ignoring his existence in favour of Dudley.

Vernon and Petunia were what they liked to call 'perfectly normal' people, who had a perfectly 'freakish' nephew. You see Harry was what you would call special, this was due to one very important fact; Harry was a wizard. Back in Britain there was a whole society of them who lived their lives cut off from the outside world. Vernon and Petunia were well aware of this while Harry remained clueless to his heritage and the power he possessed. And if Vernon and Petunia had their way, he would remain unaware. The two shared a great disdain for anything they considered odd or unnatural, Harry was classed as both in their minds along with any other Wizard.

As such, the two would often exclude the boy from the family, referring to him as boy or even Potter. They also took advantage of the power they held over him to force him into doing household chores that were beyond his age, the threat of an orphanage always proving to be a good motivator.

However, the small boy didn't let this get him down and had a rather positive outlook on life; he was rather bright and preferred to think things over rather than rush in head first. This outlook often came from the knowledge that his family could be a lot worse; this led to him settling somewhat into his position in the family. Well most of the time, he did have his moments of silliness like any four year old. Harry himself was staring out of the window at the passing cars, observing everything with open curiosity. He had been watching the different cars for the past forty minutes, but now something different caught his eye.

Out of the darkness a large city seemed to slowly materialise, the buildings tall and shadowed. Many had sharp, jutting angles that gave the place an old feel. What really caught the young child's attention –beyond the size of it- was the contrast between the streets and the rooftops. The roofs were all dark and looked like the place a monster would happily call its home, while the streets themselves were bathed in light and were alive with the hustle and bustle of everyday lives. As they got closer and closer Harry felt a mixture of fear and excitement settle in his belly, this was their new home.

As the boy continued to watch, a single sign came into view.

Welcome to Gotham city.