Greetings. This an AU and no doubt there is some OOCness. I have taken my insight of the character and messed with his background and made this universe.

I do not own anything but the idea. So please be a dear and if you do not like it do not read it.


A Witch and a Lord

(Chapter 1)

The Child

It was a deary night in Gotham. Cold fog wafted up from the bay and rain steadily fell onto the paved streets. Majority of people were either inside fast asleep, or rushing to their cars in order to get home.

But a lone figure walked down the street carrying an umbrella to block the falling water and an orange cat curled around their neck. Suddenly the figure stopped and turned to a small alley to the right. The cat looked up with lazy eyes as her owner softly walked into the alley.

Leaning against the wall was a small child, dressed in bright yellow, green, and red. One of the child's shoes was missing and parts of the outfit were destroyed to the point that it would be next to impossible to fix. The child's left knee was bleeding and there was a bad looking cut right above the right eye.

The child looked up at the figure, his mask doing very little to hide the pain of the injuries or the wariness to the black clothed person in front of him. Very slowly the figure bent down to the boy's level. Tilting the umbrella they made sure that the rain did not drench him any more than already done.

The boy looked the figure up and down. They were a young man clothed from the neck down in black with some white trim, an orange and white cat with blue eyes was wrapped around his shoulders. The young man had black hair that seemed to be styled so it would look like horns and the dark alley made his eyes look black.

"Shouldn't you be home little one?" the young man asked.

Masked eyes looked up.

"Hm." The young man looked at the state of the child once more before slowly reaching out with his free hand.

The boy flinched and pressed back into the wall only to feel a tingling sensation on his knee. Looking down he watched in awe as his wound closed and the young man's glowing hand slowly rose to his head.

Watching the head wound heal, the young man hummed before slowly bringing his hand down to the child's shoulder. Hovering just above the ruined garment the yellow glow dimmed slightly and the fabric quickly mended itself. Looking down at the naked foot the young man snapped his fingers and the shoe reformed back where it belonged.

The boy looked up with awe.

"Thank you."

The young man smiled before he stood. Offering his hand, he spoke.

"Let's return you home."

Hesitantly the boy toke the young man's hand and stood up. Glancing over at the alley the child said, "I can't let anyone know where I live."

The young man nodded. "Understandable. Is your guardian around?"

The boy nodded.

"Well then, let me make sure you are returned safe to them. Having a child run alone on the streets at night is not a wise idea."

The boy looked up and pouted. "Is not."

The young man laughed. "Oh no, little one. No pouting. I invented pouty! You can't use it!"

The boy smiled.

"Robin."

The young man looked down at the boy.

"I'm called Robin."

The young man smiled.

"Nice to meet you Robin. I'm Klarion."

WaL

As the two walked down the street the rain started to pour. Causing Klarion to move the umbrella a bit in order to cover the boy some more. Glancing left and right, the young man could not help but worry. Just were was this child's guardian? And for what reason would they let him out so late in such an outfit. The style aside, the colors would catch anyone's eye. Seeing what was out at night for the majority of the time, that was not always a good thing.

Really they were both lucky it was him who found Robin, and not some demented child molester.

Shaking his head, Klarion shook that thought away. No need to think of such things. Right now was a time to find a missing adult. Feeling the weight of eyes on him he stopped and turned to his right.

There in the shadows was a man dressed in black and gray.

Robin looked over and smiled.

"Batman!"

The man nodded, his eyes never leaving Klarion.

"Is this your guardian, Robin?"

The boy nodded.

The young man smiled.

"Well then, you should return to him. And this time do not leave his sight, understand?"

The boy pouted before nodding.

Gently pushing the boy forward, Klarion noted the stress lines of the man.

Obviously Robin scared his guardian in a way that only children can.

Once they were close enough, Robin darted forward and into his guardian's arms.

Smiling the young man turned.

"Who are you?"

Looking back at the man, Klarion spoke.

"Klarion. And please if you are going to let the young one out at night keep a better eye on him. You are both lucky that I found him and not someone else. Goodnight."

With that the young man started walking down the street again.

WaL

A sigh escaped the lips of the young man. It has been a tiring day. First the shop had new goods to be filed and put away, then classes at the collage which had him trying not to fall asleep, fallowed by visiting his uncle and staying for dinner, and finally dealing with a lost child. Really a hot shower and bed sounds like a heaven to the young man at the moment.

Teekl had bolted the moment they got home. Most likely to be cleaning herself on the couch. Placing the umbrella on the stand by the door, Klarion let his posture slack. He's home and he can crash.

Walking through the small apartment and to the bedroom he started to unbuckle his belt. He may not be the type of person to have his clothes scattered through out the house but that doesn't mean that he will not undress while walking to his destination.

Placing the removed garments into the basket by the bedroom door, Klarion walked to his bed. Avoiding the temptation to just lay down and sleep he removed his shoes and gloves before grabbing his night garment.

Taking it with him he headed to the shower. In the hall Teekl seemed that it would be a good idea to try to trip him, but due to many years with the cat he regained his balance and went on his way.

Turning on the water to the right temperature is always an annoyance this late at night. And really he had no energy to spell it right. All he wanted to do was get clean and go to bed.