[Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja and Batman Crossover]

-Part One-

Randy stared in shock at the bodies of his parents. His first instinct was to call the police immediately, but he found that he couldn't move. He wasn't able to take his eyes off the scene. He knew something was up the second he came home and had noticed the window on the door had been shattered that something was wrong. Then he noticed that several things were overturned, broken, or missing. This, however, was definitely the worst part of it all. He finally snapped out of it, grabbed the nearest phone, and immediately called 9-1-1.

A few hours later, and he was sitting at the police station. There wasn't any family that were able to take him. His only living grandparent was in a nursing home herself, and his Aunt Paulina was still serving a sentence at prison. Uncle Isaac was simply too busy to take him, and he also didn't have the best relationship in the world with the law either. Aunt Hazel was traveling abroad with Uncle Jaden, and Uncle Clyde and Aunt Molly already had eleven children of their own and couldn't afford to care for another one. The Weinerman's were the next best thing to family, but Mort and Julia thought it best not to take him in, though they did donate some money for him being such a good friend to Howard all these years.

Which is how he found himself at Gotham's orphanage. Norriseville didn't have it's own orphanage, and the nearest willing to accept him was Gotham.

Randy knew he probably should've just passed the ninja mask to a new freshman or something, but... He needed a sense of normalcy, he supposed. Something that would be the same in his life, even if it was in another town. Besides, the Sorcerer had already been defeated, and there hadn't been any trouble in Norrisville since either. The Ninja had become more show than anything.

He would become a Sophomore in just three days. He found himself staring out the window at the dark streets of Gotham. It was really late, or rather, very early. Most everyone was fast asleep, other than Kevin. Kevin was reading under his bed, as he usually did. Randy also usually ignored Kevin unless Kevin directly talked to him. So, Randy grabbed the mask and Nomicon before sneaking out the window and onto the fire escape. One nice thing about Kevin: Kevin usually ignored Randy too.

He managed to get onto the roof without the mask. He pulled the mask on and jumped around for a few minutes, simply because he wanted to get rid of some pent-up on a roof he deemed worthy, he pulled off the mask, grabbed the math cover he used for the Nomicon and sat down on the gravel-covered rooftop. He placed the mask inside his jacket, then glanced around. The only reason he took such precautions on the roof was because you never knew when Batman might run into him, and he preferred not to be questioned about why he had an 800-year-old book in his hands.

Either way, he opened the book before his head fell down and he swirled down into a vortex of...fish? He glanced around. He watched as a a doodled ninja snuck around. Suddenly, a monster appeared, but the ninja ignored it, going towards a chest instead. As he was poking around in the chest, the monster ate him. Randy watched the words appear before him.

Ignorance of true evil to satisfy curiosity is a downfall many pursue.

"Okay, Nomicon! I get it! Don't ignore the monster just to look inside a chest, kill the monster first then look in the chest." Randy smirked to himself. The doodled monster shook it's head, though Randy didn't notice, and he found himself back in the real world. Being shaken.

Whoever was shaking him suddenly stopped, and Randy finally got his head to stop spinning enough for him to focus. Standing there was...Was that Red Robin? He stood up suddenly, picking up the Nomicon as he did so.

"Good, you're awake," Red Robin gave him a small smile. "I just wanted to make sure you got home, you're parents are probably worried sick about you,"

"Yeah," Randy suddenly looked down. It was still a fresh wound, and he knew Red Robin probably had no idea. Yet with the sudden downcast in his voice, Red Robin's eyes suddenly softened.

"Hey, let's just get you home, okay?" Red Robin decided. "I can give you an escort, if you want."

"Sure, why not." Randy decided. He realized the particular rooftop he'd chosen was pretty isolated, there wasn't anything on the roof, nor any reasonable way up there. The other rooftops were at least ten feet straight up, with nothing to hoist himself up to get up there.

"How'd you get up here in the first place?" Red Robin asked with curiosity.

"How did you?" Randy fired back. Red Robin held up a grapple-gun. "Oh." He should've expected that, Red Robin was a superhero after all.

"Here," Red Robin chuckled after Randy tried to find a decent way off the roof for another few minutes. He grabbed Randy and grappled them both to the taller rooftop. After a couple minutes of silence, Randy became a bit restless.

"Are you a superhero all of the time?" He decided. He was genuinely curious.

"What do you mean by that?" Red Robin asked. Though he didn't show it, Randy almost felt like he was...nervous.

"I mean, do you have a secret identity or anything. I mean, you don't have to tell me who, I was just wondering if you did or not." Randy fidgeted a bit. Red Robin chuckled.

"Yeah, I have a secret identity. Why else would I wear the mask?" He smirked.

"Cool. If I were a superhero, which I'm definitely not, I'd have somebody who would cover for me all the time. Of course, it'd be somebody I trusted-" His phone rang just then. "Speak of the devil," Randy smirked, grabbing his phone and answering it without so much as a glance towards caller I.D. "Hey Howard,"

"Dude, I know it's late, but it's an emergency. You still have the ninja mask, right?" Howard's voice was urgent, and Randy became a bit panicked.

"Yeah, why? Is everything okay?" Randy suddenly stopped.

"Oh it's nothing huge, actually, it's very huge Cunningham! Viceroy accidentally made Jerry come back to life again, and Jerry's rebuilding his death machine and I'M STUCK IN A CAGE WITH SLIMOVITZ!" Howard screamed into the phone.

"That sounds like Halloween all over again." Randy gulped. "Minus P. Slim, and puking zombies," Red Robin gave him a weird glance at puking zombies.

"This is serious Cunningham!" Howard yelled.

"Well what do you want me to do about it? I'm in Gotham!" He himself was panicking.

"There won't be a Gotham if you don't get over here ASAP!" Howard replied. "Is death machine not a good enough word for it? How about world destroyer!"

"Have you tried having P. Slim call Mrs. Driscoll? Maybe she can-"

"She's in on it this time, Cunningham!" Randy grabbed his hair. This was bad, this was very, very bad. How was he supposed to get all the way to Norrisville in time?

"...Viceroy?" He gave a final attempt.

"He's in the cage next to us with McFist. Also, McFist's weird arm brain is watching me, it's freaky."

"Well, I don't know how to get there! It's a nine hour walk, trust me I checked!"

"Why can't you just call the cops like a normal person?"

"The cops have the place surrounded, but haven't gone in. Jerry's got them stuck or something, I don't know, but they aren't helping!" Howard was getting more and more panicked as the seconds went by. As soon as he'd mentioned cops, Red Robin gave him a concerned look.

"Look, I'll try and get there as soon as I can, okay. Just...try not to freak out?"

"It's too late, Cunningham, I've already freaked out!" Howard interrupted him just as he was about to speak. "He just started the count-down, you've got an hour, Cunningham!" Howard hung up, and Randy stared ahead.

"What was that about?" Red Robin asked, worry in his voice.

"I've got an hour to get to Norrisville before Howard-" Randy couldn't bring himself to say those next words. "Look, I've got to save him, he's the only person I have left."

Red Robin nodded before bringing his finger to his ear. "Batman, I need to borrow the batwing." A few seconds later, he bit his lip. "Maybe a reinforcement? Maybe Nightwing?" Another pause, "Yes sir, understood." There was a bitter look on his face, but he didn't seem to be too angry or anything. He brought his fingers down, and sat on the ledge. "Hang tight, okay? We'll save your friend."

"I'm coming with you." Randy crossed his arms.

"Look, it's dangerous-"

"I know, and I don't care. I'm coming with you," Randy frowned.

"Alright, but you're staying in the plane. I'm only letting you come so you can make sure your friends okay once it's over." Red Robin sighed. With that, batwing came hovering just above them, and a rope ladder came down.

A man that Randy recognized as Red Hood was at the controls. "Whose this?" His voice felt like it was in a modifier.

"My name's Randy Cunningham." Randy sat next to Red Robin. Red Hood glanced at Red Robin before he nodded.

"Where too?"

"Norrisville," Red Robin answered for Randy. Red Hood nodded, and the batwing began it's ascent.

-End of Part One-