(Author's note:
Okay, I am SO sorry for not working on this fic like I should be, things have been hell around my place right now... lol. SO. You can expect chapters 13-20 soon! I'm almost finished with 13.
Another thing: At the advice of my Super-Schway fans, I decided to go through the entire (FREAKING) story and add line Breaks. ^.^.
So, reread if you want, you'll be less confused.

Another thing, for chapters 13-20, any reviews with questions, suggestions, or just ones that catch my attention, will be featured at the end of that entry in the 'Mailbag' section!

OH and if this is the first time you're reading this... I think you'll like what you're gonna read.)

A WORLD WITHOUT BATMAN

"We impose meaning on the chaos of our lives. We create form, morality,

order. It's a choice we have to make every second of every minute of

every day."

-Bruce Wayne, Batman

(Since I'm not getting as many reviews as I'd like to, I'm gonna start asking for them)

Part 1

Two people stood in a dark alleyway, filled with garbage and the distinct smell of smoke. One of them wore a black bodysuit with a red bat embedded on the chest as well as two pointed 'ears' on top of a black mask that completely covered his face. His name was Terry McGinnis, though in the suit he was known as Batman.

The other figure was a woman, likely in her early twenties and blonde with her hair in two long pigtails. She was fairly tall and wore a bodysuit as well, hers was split into four sections, colored Black and Red like a checkerboard. She wore thigh- high black boots with heels as well as elbow-length black gloves. Her eyes were covered with a mask, covering any obvious features. The playful grin across her face contrasted greatly with Batman's gritted teeth.

Batman stood defensively, holding a Batarang up with his left hand, ready to throw it if he had to, the woman just held her hands on her hips completely oblivious to the fact that he could throw that Batarang and cut through her like butter. Though she did know it.

"Why so serious big man? Never been here before?" She said, that silly grin plastered along her face as she came up close and examined the Batman.

"No, and I'd like to know where I am…" Said Terry, irritated at this girl's disregard for his personal space.

"Gotham City buddy, hey! Do these things work?" She stated, examining the thin wings that came out of the Batsuit's back. Batman pulled his wings together and faced the unknown woman.

"That's impossible…"
"That don't mean it ain't true! So, uh… Ya got a name shady guy?" She asked, looking at the bat on Terry's chest.

He was silent for a moment, thinking hard, no one had ever asked his name. Everyone knew who Batman was.

"I'm Batman."

There was a sudden change in the woman's face, going from curiosity to outright surprise.

"Batman? You mean like, THE Batman?"

"Uh… Yes?"

With no other words, the girl grabbed Terry's black gloved hand and began shooting through the city like an acrobat, jumping from building to building with lightning speed. Batman could hardly keep up, he was tempted to ask her where the heck she was taking him, but he was also curious as to how such an old city could be mistaken for Gotham, so he stayed quiet.

Batman and the strange girl finally stopped in front of a small shack on the outskirts of the city. Terry tried to catch his breath while his companion pressed her left index finger to the glass of the door.

"By the way, the name's Harley, Harley Quinn." Said she, in a much less silly tone than before, almost serious. Her name struck a bell for Batman, he had heard about Harley Quinn, the Joker's girlfriend from his mentor and the first Batman, Bruce Wayne. This immediately put him on the defensive. The glass on the door Harley had her hand on glowed light blue for a split second, and she was once again dragging Terry inside. As the two flew through a very long spiraling hallway, going down, it hit the boy… Harley Quinn has been dead for decades! How is this possible?

The Dark Knight pulled his hand away from Harley's and drew his Batarang again. "Look, I don't know who you are, but the Harley Quinn I know of is long dead…"

Batman stated. Harley raised her eyebrows and looked at her hand, "Gee Bats, I don't look dead to me!"

Terry couldn't wrap his head around this, Harley Quinn has been dead for at least 30 years if not more… How is it this girl could think she's the Joker's nutty girlfriend? Unless… Batman held his ear, and spoke.

"Wayne?"

"Who ya talkin' to B-man?" said Harley in her high pitched sing-song voice.

"Quiet!" Growled Terry as he tried to contact his mentor.
"… Yes sir…" She squeaked submissively.

"Answer old man!"

There was no answer in the batcave, in fact; all Terry could hear was static.

"Harley… What's the date?" Batman said, grabbing Harley by the cuff of her shirt.

September 21st, 2011." Harley spat out nervously.

Terry's eyes widened as a million different thoughts and explanations raced through his mind. He then realized he was glaring at Harley right in the face and she looked faint, Terry sometimes forgot how intimidating he looked in the suit.

"Sorry…"

Said the Batman, letting the girl loose and backing away a few steps, Harley brushed herself off and blew her bangs out of her face.

"Ya could warn somebody before freakin' 'em out like that!"

"I said I was sorry didn't I?"

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it B-man, you're gonna hafta do me a favor later."
"Whatever… I have one more question…" Batman stated, much more calmly.

"What is it bats?"

"Where is Bruce Wayne?"

Harley's face fell, "Ya mean you're not him?"

Batman shook his head slowly.

"He kicked the bucket a long time ago." Harley said sadly, looking down.

Terry couldn't believe his ears, she had to be lying! Bruce couldn't be dead!

"Please tell me you're joking!"

"She's not." A voice came from behind Terry in the dark room he and Harley stood in.

"And don't ever say the word 'Joke' around her."

The voice's owner made himself known, stepping into a dim light, and revealing himself to be a young man, barely older than Terry, his jet-black hair was messy and sharp. A mask similar to Harley's, though with sharper eyes, covered his eyes. He wore a black suit nearly identical to Terry's, though instead of the red bat, there was a blue hawk on his chest.

"Nice to meet you Terry, I assume you know who I am."

Terry's eyes widened.

"Nightwing."

[I went through and edited this chapter, I personally think this is a much better version than how it was before, but I'll let you be the judge of that! Read and Review Please!]