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The Batman's Child

[Author's Note: Lame title I know. Just read it.]

Nine, almost ten years since that horrible day. The Potters dead, son living…somewhere. Dumbledore rubbed his temples in an attempt to make the headache disappear only for it to fail. He had placed the young "Boy-Who-Lived" (ridiculous title if he ever heard one) with his aunt who he hoped would put aside her animosity towards her sister for the child's sake. Yet not even a week had passed and Mrs. Figg had reported young Harry missing. He was alive yes the many 'Life-Line' charms showed that much, yet there was not a single sighting of him. Such a long time, and such a horrid migraine.

BANG!

The weary headmaster jolted in his seat. His Second-in-Command charging in with a jovial look on her face. "We know where he is!" almost shouting. Dumbledore's face went from shock to disbelief until finally settling on relief, "Where?" She smirked and handed him a letter made from a strange orange envelope. He took it with a shaking hand and read….

Harrison James Potter-Wayne

Wayne Manor 1007 Mountain Drive

City of Gotham, NJ, USA

Attn: Deputy Headmistress McGonagall

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Wherever the Heck You Are

"At least he is answering Minerva." The old wizard sighed. "Indeed, NOW READ THE REST OF IT!" she shrieked. Opening the envelope he began to read again….

Dear Ms. McGonagall,

I am pleased that would consider me for a position amongst your students. You may look forward to seeing me on the start of the fall semester. In another note, why owls?

Sincerely,

Harrison James Potter-Wayne

Time skip…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

September 1st came with great anticipation for many. The magical community wondering if the The-Boy-Who-Lived would be there and what would their hero be like. While in a busy train station was a boy who couldn't move fast enough. "Come on dad! We will be late!" "Somehow Sir I highly doubt that." Came the reply. "Alfred!" the boy cried out. Bruce Wayne chuckled, "I think someone wants to just get away from his old man." Crossing the barrier to 9 ¾ the trio made their way to the train itself. Bruce sighed and got down into a crouch. Putting his hand on Harry's shoulder said, "Don't go looking for trouble," "You do realize to whom you speak right?" "Have fun." "With pleasure!" (Mock salute) "Most importantly make friends and learn." "I do my best dad." "It's all I ask Harry." The young boy turned to go board the train when his dad said, "Don't forget to write." "I won't dad, jeez!" "I was talking about Kara." "I-I-I d-don't know what you're talking about!" Harry shouted at him blushing horribly. He turned and sprinted on to the train as the whistle blew.