A/N: Disclaimer: Only DC comis and JK Rowling own these characters.

This is not my first fanfic but it's the first I'm uploading. Flame if you wish, see if I care. Characters may be OOC sometimes or just over dramatized but that' s how I want it. Reviews are appreciated especially constructive critism. Enjoy!

Batman has a kid and his name is...Harry

Chapter 1

Welcome to Gotham City. Population 50,000. Home of Wayne Enterprises. At least that's what the sign says as the family drives by it. A pudgy boy around the age of 7 sits in the back hitting on a younger boy, no more than 5 years of age, who tries to back into the corner as much as possible to no avail. The bully soon stops as his seatbelt tightens around his neck, choking him. The other boy, Harry, stared wide-eyed and afraid of what was happening. As soon as the belt loosed, the red faced boy turned to his mother and father in the front seats of the car. "Mum! Dad! Harry tried to kill me!" he lied. "I did not!" Harry retorted.

"Listen here, boy! Leave Dudley alone! I have important business in this city and if you pull one stunt...it's no food for a week, you hear!" Verno. Dudley yelled. "You heard him, you little brat! One more stunt and you'll be scrubbing top to bottom the whole house!" His aunt, Petunia, a scrawny, old looking fart of a women, told just sat back, hesitantly, in the corner too afraid to be yelled at for even breathing wrong.

The family pulled up to a large skyscraper of a building with the words WAYNE ENTERPRISES at the very top. "Ok, we're going to go in there, I'm gonna seal this deal, and we'll leave, celebrate, etc. But I swear if anything goes wrong, I mean anything, there will be hell." Vernon threatened the last statement clearly towards Harry.

They all departed the car and entered the building. Dudley, Petunia and Harry took a seat in the waiting room as Vernon went to his meeting. Dudley continuously pestered Harry while Petunia knitted a sweater ignoring the torment. After about 20 minutes the elevators opened and out stepped a red-faced Vernon Dursley causing Harry to involuntary flinch. At just 5 years old, Harry knew well the wrath of the Dursley's more than a 5 year old should.

They all scurried out the building so as to not make a scene. Vernon walked along the dark streets of Gotham with family right behind him, and Harry slightly behind. But then he stopped. "This is all your fault!" He said heatedly and turning towards Harry. "If you were never dropped on our doorstep, hell, if you were never born, we'd all be better off!" He screamed while back-handing Harry. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of crap!" Then he repeatedly kicked Harry, letting Dudley join when Harry was bloody and broken. All the while, Petunia stood sneering down at Harry like he was the worse thing imaginable. When they were satisfied the Dursleys left the alley and left Gotham leaving Harry in alley.

A few hours later, in dead of night, a young woman was walking through the streets of Gotham covered in a hood to shield herself from the Dark Knight. She had green skin, flowing ginger hair and could call on plants at will. Though she was seen only as villian, Poison Ivy, did have a heart. So when she saw a bloody child lying in an alley, she couldn't help but feel something. She ran as fast as she could in heels towards him and lifted him into her arms. She checked his pulse and was relieved that he was alive, if only barely. Through the blood, she noticed his face and felt as if she'd seen him before. She thought deeply and came across a memory of her cousin Lily Evans who married a man, James Potter she believed. This boy looked like James but she knew Lily and James couldn't have done this. They were dead.

She didn't care though about who did it. She cared about how she needed to save him, her cousin. But her home was far and ill equipped for this type of situation. Luckily she knew a place. It had top-of-line technology, medicine and was in a rich, and very good part of the city. The owner might be surprised though when he sees her but he shouldn't be. All the villians knew Batman lived in Wayne Manor. He was Mr. Bruce Wayne after all.