A/N: Here with a new story, it's a crossover and the first part of a three part series. I guess it could be considered a three way crossover of sorts with the Flash Gotham and Legends of Tomorrow, although the only characters from Legends that play a role are Rip Hunter and Gideon. I have a majority of it planned out and this first book will span pre-series as well as the contents of the first season of Gotham although it will diverge some for obvious reasons.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my plot idea. Gotham belongs to DC and Fox, and Flash and Legends of Tomorrow belong to DC and the CW.

Chapter One: Aberration

The future was bleak. Upon close inspection, darkness would encroach, and be nearly beyond saving for a single hero. The process would have to be expedited. Normally, the Time Masters would not interfere with the affairs of a single city, but this destiny would intersect and create a ripple effect for a group of heroes, and have the possibility to save more than one future.

The boy's memory, and the memory of those around him were erased, false memories implanted, and the time ship's destination carefully selected. It would not be until years later that the truth would be discovered, but by then the wheels would already be turning, and reality would be set. There would be little to be done, and the future would be saved. One aberration was a fair price to pay for the council. A fair price indeed.

London 2056: The Time Masters' Chamber

"Captain Hunter, I must ask you to forget this affair. There is no need to go jaunting about, as their is no aberration in what you're reporting."

Rip Hunter stood before the council of the Time Masters, incredulous. He had seen it show up on his monitor, a hole in certain events. Reality itself was shifting. "There is an aberration. It's clear as the nose on your face. Something is wrong. I'll investigate it myself if I have to."

"Captain Hunter, if you continue with this current course of action, I'm afraid your membership among the time masters is null."

And so it would be. That very same evening, Rip Hunter broke into the hangar and took his time ship.

"Gideon…set a course for the aberration, the year 2000 Central City"

"Captain Hunter, are you certain about this?"

"Set a course Gideon."

"Yes Captain."

Rip Hunter soon found out what the aberration was, the existence….or lack of...of Bartholomew Henry Allen.

"Have you found the aberration Captain?"

"Yes….yes I have Gideon. What information do you have about Bartholomew Henry Allen?"

"There is no public record Captain, it is encrypted. There is however, a Bartholomew Allen Wayne. Would you like me to pull the information?"

"Yes Gideon, all of it if you please decrypted." Rip Hunter sighed. This was not good at all. "Back it up to the hard drive as well, and set a course for Central City, the year 2007."

"Yes Captain, beginning decryption process now."

Central City 2007: STAR Labs

The jump was made without incident, and the Waverider managed to land cloaked upon the STAR Labs building before trouble ensued.

"Gideon," There was no response from the AI. In fact, the entire ship was eerily silent. Rip walked over to the controls. "Gideon, what is the status of the decryption?"

Silence.

"Odd." Rip Hunter leaned over the monitor and noticed the small print. Decryption process complete, system failure. Set computation and piloting to manual?

Rip Hunter cursed as he keyed in the confirmation, pulling up the files and backing them to a portable drive. As he read through them, he was even more convinced. This had to be resolved. He exited the ship and began pacing.

"Bollocks, what next, what to do…"

"Hey! What are you doing up here?" A gentleman around his age came out onto the roof through a door he hadn't noticed before.

Rip stopped mid pace and turned around. "Erm...yes hello. I'm new in town. Are you by any chance hiring on?"

Earth 26: Gotham City Eight years Before the Wayne Murders

Thomas Wayne felt like he had good senses. As he weaved through the streets, he knew he was being followed, so when he turned and saw a twelve year old boy reaching his hand for his coat pockets, he couldn't say he was surprised.

"Say, Kid…"

The boy stumbled backwards grunting as he fell onto the pavement in his attempt to run. "I...I can explain."

Thomas reached out a hand. "Easy Son. How about a hand up?"

The boy wrinkled his nose as his gaze dropped to Thomas' hand. He nodded and grabbed the man's hand as he was lifted to his feet and subsequently released although the man didn't remove his hand from his shoulder.

"T...thank you Mister…"

"Thomas Wayne." Thomas introduced himself proffering his other hand as he studied the boy. He wore a ratty hoodie bright red, and his white shirt was yellowed with age and time, his head covered with the hood, but his eyes held fear and wariness as his right hand remained in his pocket. Clearly this was a boy who was not entirely well off.

The boy's eyes widened anew as he pulled his hand from his pocket splaying it open. He was hysterical. "Mr. Wayne...I...please don't call the cops. Please…I didn't actually steal anything! I can't go upstate."

Thomas sighed. Well...there was one option. "I'm afraid, I'm going to have to take you to the station just for a moment while I make a phone call."

The boy ducked his head. The station...that wasn't much better.

"Name." Barry already knew he didn't like this guy. He smelled like beer, and he was chewing gum. It was disgusting.

"Barry."

"Full name kid, I got an overflowing docket. And you ain't on it. If it weren't for the fact you got mixed up with a Wayne, you'd be locked in that cell over there. So what's it stand for?"

"I don't got one, and I didn't steal anything..." Barry rolled his eyes.

The officer scoffed. "That's a riot."

"It's the truth Officer."

"First name, Bartholomew." The officer raised his eyebrows as he scratched down the name.

Barry frowned. He never said Bartholomew. This officer was crackers, filling space just for his stupid file.

"What about the rest?"

Barry shrugged. "Allen I guess."

"You guess? Middle or last?"

Another shrug.

"For God's sake." The officer snarled as he stood from his seat reaching over the table. Barry flinched back.

"Is there a problem Officer?" Barry felt a hand on his shoulder as he looked up to see Thomas Wayne behind him.

"Not at all Mr. Wayne, the kid just needs a bit more pushing."

"Give me a minute with him." Thomas' expression didn't change, but there was slight glint of steel in his eyes.

"O...of course Mr. Wayne." The officer shot out of the chair.

A/N: Chapter Two will involve Barry's chat with Mr. Wayne as a deal is reached with the Commissioner for young Barry's safety, and Barry officially meets Martha, Alfred and Bruce as back in Central City 2007, Rip Hunter meets two of our favorite trio and Harrison Wells.