Disclamer: I own neither Batman nor Harry Potter. They belong to their respective creator.

(A/N: got the idea from a oneshot Why So Sirius by Don't Riddle The Riddler)

The Mask of Joker

Prologue

''We'll be arriving shortly, Lord Black.''

The soft yet slightly sultry voice of the stewardess drew Harry out of his musing. He nodded to the woman and had to refrain himself from cringing visibly as she sent a flirtatious smile at him. He was barely eighteen for merlin's sake!

Harry Potter, now Black, leaned back into his seat and waited patiently for the plane to finally land.

It had been half a year since the dreadfull final battle againts Voldemort, the darkest and strongest Dark Lord in the history of dark lords. He was a horrible man. 'No', Harry thought, shaking his head slightly, 'he was less of a man than he was a monster.'

Voldemort was a monster for only a monster that would dare to severe their own soul to gain immortality.

But as he recalled back his final confrontation with him, he saw the shadow of a man suffering beneath it all. The one with a great mind that could change the world for the better. The one that had he been showered with love and compassion would had been the greatest wizard of all time.

Harry felt horrible in having force to kill Voldemort, it was not in his nature to kill, no matter how much he hates Voldemort. But now, as he stared out from the little window, he come to a realisation that perhaps in killing him he had giving Voldermort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, the salvation that he deserved.

Harry closed his eyes, weariness finally caught up to him.

The Wizarding World had suffer greatly from the second battle with Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters. They had won the war but Harry knew no one trully won for both side had suffer. Harry had tried to help the Wizarding World recover for even if they had turned on him once, it was still his world and they are still his people.

The Ministry of Magic, now led by Kingsley Shakelbolt had been brought down and built back from the ground up. Even if the ministry is now better than before, Kingsley believe there's still Death Eaters among them and had sent Harry away to keep him safe from vengeanful Death Eaters.

And so, here he was, on the plane ride to Gotham, in what was suppose to be a political visit. He was a Lord now, for both the Potter and Black family, might as well learn the trait of being one. He was still unsure about this place, Gotham. It was Luna's idea and from what he had learn over the year of spending time with the blonde girl is that you do as she told you.

As Harry got out from the plane, he was not surprise to see a sleek black limousine waiting for him. After his defeat of Voldermort and the subsequent sharing power and knowledge with Dumbledore, Harry was now considered as the most powerful wizard of all time. His status now was even greater that from when he was the boy-who-live, even greater than the Ministry of Magic.

It was weird accepting the respect they had never given him before, but over time he had learn to live with it. Doesn't mean that he liked it, but once the Wizarding World starts to praise you for great things, they will keep on praising you until the moment you turn dark.

Harry narrowed his eyes at that train of thought. They had turned their back on him once, what's to say they won't do it again?

He looked out out the window, trying hard to steer off from the depressing thought. He stare blankly, not really noticing the surrounding buildings. The limo come to a stop in front of a hotel, Noir et Blanc', and Harry couldn't help the smirk that form on his lips.

'Black and White? Quite the irony,' he thought to himself bitterly. He shook his head slightly before coming into the hotel's lobby. Hopefully his stay in Gotham would not be as chaotic as back home.

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