Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to DC and... Ah, I forgot the spelling of Case Closed's author, but you know what I meant. And just a reminder, this is a triple crossover, Case Closed and Animated version of Batman Beyond in the beginning, and will be adding Comicverse Batman (pre new 52). I chose to use Batman and Detective Conan as crossover since I though Terry is part of Batman, too. And, I just couldn't care less about grammar at this point. So, without further ado, let's begin~

There was this dead silence when Terry found out where he is.

Tokyo, Japan.

Needless to say, it is very far away from Gotham. And the more astonishing fact about this place was not where, rather when.

It is 2012, 42 years of difference.

And that, made Terry very uncomfortable. Not only he couldn't get any advice from his mentor now, he also had to figure a way home, by himself. At least, he needed to get to North America or Europe. As far as he knows, the Justice League or basically any superheroes, rarely come to Asia. Rumor has it, Asia has some sort of weird disturbances for meta-humans. Although there are actual human heroes like his boss and mentor, they tend to stay where they are originated from. Plus, he heard the League agreed to let Asia handle their own problems some years ago.

What that transcends to was even though he couldn't find any news channel that has superhero news, doesn't mean they don't exist, though, it also was possible that he was in a completely new world, where superheroes didn't exist at all. He hope that was not the case.

Anyhow, all of those factors put him in disadvantage.

He needed to find a way to learn whether there is a League or some sort of heroes or none.

Now came another big problem. He couldn't understand Japanese. His suit gave him the ability to listen, since it could translate Japanese to him, but he couldn't communicate with them through Japanese.

How was he going to find information if he can't even ask for a library?

And it only gets worse.

He was fighting Power, then Power somehow became very unstable, and exploded, which was why after the explosion, he got injured and woke up in this Not-Homeworld-Japan. The suit did protect him from fatal injuries, but he still needed medical attention to check for internal bleeding, and he might have broken few ribs, too. Most importantly, he needed foods, shelter and normal clothes.

Problem being Batman, he was so used to getting things handed to him.

Just as Terry thought it couldn't get any worse, it started to rain. Of course it has to start raining. Terry pouted as he tried to find some shelter, his stomach was already starting to hurt. Lucky for the suit, or unlucky considering it started to rain, even though it took a hit with that explosion, the circuitry was half exposed, but are still intact. Because of that, he really couldn't afford to fry the suit. He's not a genius like the old man, he couln't fix the suit if it got ripped. In a strange new world like this, he needed the suit.

Nevertheless, he's no quitter. Neither was Batman.

He tried to maintain his calmness, and started to jump from rooftop to rooftop. It was a little hard to find a manor that could hide him for days without noticing, but he did spot a relatively big mansion. It looked like no one's there, for days. He might not have the full range of detective skills that Mr. Wayne possessed, but he was trained by him, sort of.

As he went inside, he finally found some clothes. He picked out a T-shirt and black dress pants. Dusty, a little bit too big, made him look odd, but wearable. He even found a backpack. Very small, not the greatest backpack he had, but again, usable.

He soon figured out where shower was. As much as he wanted to shower, he refrained himself from doing so. What if someone walked in on him? Likelihood was low considering the dust on the floor, but not impossible. He was rash, not an idiot. He kept the facial mask, only because he needed to explore this place and use the translator to understand any written thing he could get his hands on.

However, he wanted to clean himself a bit first.

At the comfort of not being wet, Terry let out a relieved sigh.

Finally, an exploration was in place.

Terry ignored the thought that this place hasn't had visitor in a while, so it probably doesn't have food, which means he's probably going to faint due to lack of food, and put on a cheery smile on his face.

I'm gonna find some food.

The tour of this mansion was not as long as he had anticipated. This mansion didn't have a secret entrance to a batcave, or any cave for that matter. It's in the middle of a busy city for crying out loud. It was also not as big as Wayne Manor with tons of precious artifacts and all.

Nothing of significance about the world he is at right now. But it was noted that this place had a huge collection of books. Both in Japanese and other languages. Specifically, there was a shelf dedicated to mystery books. From the book's status, he could only figure out that whoever owned this place, was a big fan of Sherlock Holmes.

Though, he couldn't figure out why this place is so... Empty and not being used. There were no clue, not even a hint as to why the owner left the estate. Oh, and unfortunately, there were no food.

Maybe this house is haunted?

Terry almost laughed at the thought of that, and then, the quiet house had some weird draft, made Terry shiver.

Shit... Don't tell me there is a ghost in this house!

Terry vigorously shook his head, trying to get rid of that idea. He had seen weird cases, magic wasn't the domain of Gotham, but not unheard of.

Letting out another sigh, Terry held the backpack closer. The feeling that at least he had the suit was quite comforting. Only thing left would be to find some food. Going outside was not an option right this moment. He's tired. Needed rest.

Finding another place to stay was also out of the question. So Terry curled up in the corner of the big library room, thinking that this would be the least likely place for people to find him, and then he took off his mask, just to make sure if people find him, they would only find a normal guy.

Then, he started to relax.

The old familiar tone of Bruce's voice seemed almost magical as he finally relaxed done. In his hand, he hugged the backpack, as if it was the single most important thing in his life. In fact, it is, for now.