I know what you're thinking, a DC/TMNT fic? I can not see this happening. Neither did I but it happened when I made connections which soon you shall all see.

As I said in the description, there will be slight OCCness and I'll say it here, it won't make sense at first and I'll probably end up writing the characters somewhat wrong but please, give me some grace, I'm taking two opposing elements of the fanfiction world that wouldn't work and making them work. So please be patient with me.

I really don't own either fandoms, so yeah.

"Who, with a natural talent to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn."

"Character of the Happy Warrior" by William Wordsworth

A grim smile planted itself on a cruel twisted face as four photos were thrown before him. Each photo contained a male and each of the males was special. He snapped his fingers and shadows darted out of the room. Oh they would retrieve their master's prize for him. No mistakes would be made this time, again.

"Therefore murderer was you, Tasaki-san!" A voice bellowed finger outstretched at the guilty party.

The criminal writhed before him, attempting to escape but failing in each way. Policemen detained him and he was then brought into the police car. An elderly man stepped over to the young man.

"Child," He spoke, "You are gifted."

The younger blinked in confusion, "Oh uh, thanks. I'm not really all that good, there's always more I can improve on…"

"I run a dojo and I wondered if you would like to join me there." The elder offered.

"Sorry, sir," The young adult sighed, "I'm not really a martial artist, I'm more into soccer actually."

The elderly man nodded, "If you feel differently, here's the address."

A business card found itself in the young one's hands and he looked up to see that the elderly man was gone. Rereading the words on the paper, he couldn't help but feel that he had hear the name some where before but could not remember where.

Hamato Yoshi

*Kame no Yon Dojo

14 Central St.

Beika City, JP

The young man narrowed his eyes at the paper. Four Turtle Dojo? There has to be some sort of a meaning behind the name, I'd even bet on it against Ran. He wondered quietly to himself.

The youth was in fact Kudo Shinichi, detective genius and gifted soccer player. Kudo-kun had actually just returned from being Edogawa Conan permanently, thanks to a certain "evil-eyed-yawny girl", and was now trying to return to his normal pattern. The BO had been destroyed about a year ago, so he was about seventeen, eighteen years of age. Ran was still his best friend and according to Shinichi himself, his views had changed while Edogawa Conan so he saw her only as his sister.

Once Shinichi left the scene and began to walk home, tired from the crime streak and just wanting to sleep, he found himself feeling as if he was watched. The eerie feeling kept throwing him off and he tried to move along quicker with his guard up. Something just wasn't right.

Suddenly three shades were in front of him. Kudo moved into a defensive stance, or one that he felt would work, and waited for their attack. Instantly, a knife contacted his cheek and left a stream of blood running down from it. A punch socked him in the shoulder and a swift kick planted him on his butt. The attacks continued with extreme accuracy and at that moment Kudo felt himself wish he had accepted those lessons. Right as Kudo was about to block another attack, a stick came in between the kick and Shinichi halting it in its tracks. It was the old man from the crime scene!

"Sir what are you-" Shinichi was silenced by the old sensei and was given a glare for some odd reason.

The aged sensei began to attack the shadow warriors with even more skill than what they had portrayed. Blow after blow, the sage made quick work of the three of them. They dashed off like the cowards they were leaving the sensei and the detective alone.

"How did you do that?" Shinichi's voice brimmed with curiosity, "I mean that shouldn't even be possible considering your age and all, but wow!"

He nodded, "My name is Hamato Yoshi, Kudo-tantei, and you will speak of this to no one, understand?"

"Yes sensei, but I have a question." Kudo nodded, getting off the ground.

"Nani?" Hamato-sensei raised an eyebrow, "What is it that you wish?"

Shinichi bit his lip before responding, "Who were they?"

"Shadow warriors, ninja of the Foot Clan." He answered, dark eyes narrowed at the concept.

"Ninja?" Shinichi's voice cracked with disbelief; "Ninjas haven't existed since the **Endou Period!"

He sighed, "They exist and are very real, Kudo-kun. Now have you decided on reconsidering my offer?"

"But why me? I'm just a detective! Why would they go after me?" Shinichi felt himself become overwhelmed with the amount of questions.

"Child," Sensei began, "All that and more shall be explained if you come with me."

Shinichi nodded slowly, "All right, guess I'll come along."

Hamato-sensei turned his back to the detective and began to lead him to his home or rather a part of the dojo. It wasn't terribly far from where they were, and if Shinichi remembered correctly, it was close to the crime scene that is how Hamato-sensei came to be involved in the investigation. Seeing that it was not far, Hamato Yoshi quickly led Kudo to his home and left him alone in favor of preparing tea.

He was able to look around the room. It was done in ancient Japanese fashion. On the wall to the left of him were four weapons and all Kudo wanted to do was to look at them. On the wall hung a pair of nunchaku wrapped in an orange fabric or perhaps leather. Slanted on the wall, sat a Bo staff with purple leathery fabric in the middle of the staff, next to them was a pair of Sais covered in red cloth. Above them was a pair katanas dressed in blue cloth. Kudo felt drawn to the katanas and wanted to hold them and wield them. He had to restrain himself from touching the blades on account of courtesy.

The sage arrived back in the room with a tray of tea and cups; "I made green tea, if that's all right with you."

"It's fine." Shinichi shrugged.

As Sensei poured the tea and passed the cup into Shinichi's hands, he noted how Kudo would allow his gaze to linger upon the katanas on the wall.

"You prefer katanas?" Kudo nodded, "You may hold them if you wish."

His blue orbs grew large in surprise, "But those blades must be valuable! I might drop them and ruin them!"

"They were made to be used." The old teacher chuckled quietly, "Just as everything has a purpose, the katanas purpose is the will of its master."

Shinichi reached up and grabbed the two swords from the wall, holding them a little clumsily at first before Hamato-sensei corrected him. Once Kudo grew used to the weight of the swords, he slowly started to wield them.

"Those katanas were once my eldest son's."

In the midst of his joy in handling the weapons, he stopped suddenly. How could Hamato-sensei have allowed him to handle these if they were once his eldest son's?

"I'm sorry." Shinichi placed the twin blades on top of eachother before bowing, giving them to the sensei.

He pushed the katanas gently back towards him, "Do not be sorry, he would want them to be used."

"Forgive me for asking," Kudo stood back up, "But are all of these weapons your son's?"

"Yes, all four of my sons once wielded one of these weapons. They each had a special gift for handling their weapons." Sensei smiled nostalgically.

Shinichi paused for a moment, staring at the swords in his hands, then looked at the Sensei questioning, "What…what were their names?"

"Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo. If they were still here, they would have been around your age." A tear slipped out of the sage's left eye, "Any ways, you had wanted answers, yes?"

"Yes, I did." Kudo nodded, placing the katanas back up on their spot on the wall.

They sat back down and sipped their green tea when Kudo broke the silence, "Why were they after me? I'm just a detective and a kid, not much of a threat."

"The Foot have had dealings with my clan in the past and since you were seen with me, they attacked you so you wouldn't be able to tell." He answered.

"Now," Kudo hesitated, "Who are the Foot?"

He paused slightly before answering the question; "They are a clan of ninja that my greatest enemy is the head of."

"How could you defeat them?" Shinichi wanted to know.

"Through much training." Hamato-sensei's eyes sparkled, "I could teach you, Kudo-kun, if you desired to learn."

Shinichi leaped at the chance, "Yes! I would love to learn!"

"Meet me here after school every other day starting tomorrow. Don't worry about cost, it is covered."

They began to meet up every week and Shinichi was taught in the ways of ninjitsu but he was sworn to secrecy by Hamato-sensei because of the art he was being trained in. Shinichi found that in a way, the meditation actually helped him focus better in both his training and being a detective. The more the days went by, Shinichi found that he was meditating everyday at seemingly strange times outside of the dojo. He was meditating in the morning then he practiced his katas, during school he could be found on the roof or a secluded area meditating and after training or a case he would be meditating before he went to bed and did evening katas.

At school he actually managed to dodge people more effectively and unbeknownst to him a certain young woman noticed this and found this rather intriguing. Lunchtime came and she was going to go to her usual spot with what friends she had, when she noticed Kudo Shinichi heading to the side of the building, a normally secluded spot from the rest of the school.

Quietly and efficiently, she followed him to the spot where instead of eating a lunch he sat down and began to meditate. She narrowed her eyes at this unusual scene and hid herself, only to check on him every now and then to see that he was still doing it.

"I know you're there, Haibara." He said without opening an eye.

The guilty party came out from her spot with a smirk on her face, "And how did you ever figure this one out, Kudo-kun, hmm?"

"I heard your footsteps," He commented nonchalantly, "Besides for a former member, you seriously suck at hiding silently."

"Who are you and what have you done to Kudo?" She mocked.

Kudo opened his eyes with a sigh and stood up, murmuring to himself, "Looks like I won't be able to get my meditation in today."

"What was that?" Haibara raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing, Haibara." Shinichi slouched back to the home, "Want a sandwich?"

Haibara furrowed her eyebrows together before shrugging, "No thanks, besides what's with that meditation? Last I checked you weren't interested in things like that."

"I'm not, just clearing my head of useless learning." Kudo bit into his tuna sandwich, "And are you sure you don't want one? I have three and tuna is really good."

Haibara glared at him, "Answer my question first."

"No. I wasn't meditating, I was just clearing my head and resting, trying to stay away from annoying fangirls is tiresome you know." Kudo chewed on his sandwich, looking at Haibara in confusion.

"Look." She stated, "I know you're hiding something, and I will find out, whether you tell me before or after I spend all your money."

Kudo almost choked on his sandwich, "Oi, oi Haibara!"

But by that time she had left him alone and he sighed in silence. That scientist was far to perceptive for her own good and he didn't want to drag her into something else especially when Sensei's enemy might just be the leader of the former BO. Kudo inhaled deeply and exhaled almost simultaneously. What he was into was far more dangerous than what anyone else needed to know.

Kudo narrowed his eyes, whipping out a shuriken and throwing it at a branch without much movement at all. A shade dropped to the ground with his hand on his katana. Shinichi took out his pair of kunai and twirled them around his pointer finger before letting them resting pointing behind him.

"I have a message for you from the master." The ninja bowed.

Kudo growled softly, "I want nothing to do with your master."

"His message said to meet him at the next Yoko Okino concert. He'll meet you." He vanished into the shadows shortly after delivering the message.

"Yoko Okino?" Kudo mumbled, "Sensei has to know about this."

I did rush things a little but this is the first one so I will be slowing it down soon enough and actually writing more carefully, so expect a good next chapter.

Any reviews would be great btw. Which I know that most people probably won't look here but if anyone will look for a DC/TMNT fic than seriously this is for you guys. I have enjoyed writing this and would really like it if y'all read it at least.

*Couldn't think of anything so if anyone has ideas PM me please

**Does anyone know when the Ninja Era actually ended? Because I'm just guessing here so please let me know if anyone actually does know. Thank You!

So yes this would be it and as I said earlier. Reading this or reviewing, or both, would be pretty great. Thank you for reading!