Batman was patrolling as normal in the narrows. His night had been unusually quiet, only a small attempted mugging.

In the alleyway below him, there was a thud, followed by a groan. The Dark Knight glided down into the alley.

Lying on the floor was a teenager, with stupid hair, who was slowly muttering something about 'damn assassins'. He spun around and a look of confusion passed over his face.

Batman stepped out of the shadows and growled "How did you get here?"

The teen squealed.

"You're Batman, like The Batman!" So he was Irish

"Answer the question."

The teen had a stupid smile on his face, but snapped back to reality.

"Uhh... where is here?"

"The narrows, Gotham," how did this boy not know where he was?

"That's a long story"

Batman pulled a batarang out, with some knockout gas attached. He needed answers.

As he threw it the boy vanishes , reappearing a few seconds later, slightly to the left of where he was. Batman was shocked.

"That's cheating!" He moaned.

"How..."

"What is it they say?" The boy muttered.

"What are you?" Batman asked forcefully.

"I'm Fletcher Renn, are you aware the Sparrow flies south for winters?"

Then Fletcher disappeared, and reappeared behind him, delivering a swift, but weak, punch. Before Renn could disappear again Batman had him on the ground.

"Stop struggling," Batman said as he held the boy down.

He stopped for a second, but then said "I'm really sorry about this."

Then both were in the air, Batman released Fletcher in a fit a dizziness and shock, he was going to be sick. He swung onto a roof using his grapple gun and was sick, everywhere. The boy was gone, an unsolved mystery. He had failed, and was throwing up on a roof.

It was very important to him Superman never found out about this.