I just really like when authors rename Harry as Hadrian or Harrison or any other fancy name. It means that he's about to be more badass than normal.

This is AU, of course, like any other x-over fic so I'm changing things up. If you don't dig that, then this isn't the story for you.

The hustle and bustle of Gotham City was, to be quite honest, disgusting. There was almost no such thing as "the nice part of town." Literally, you could walk down any street and feel the germs. Polluted with dirt and crime, filth and corruption, the ill and impoverished, and the rich scumbags and shady drug dealers, the big city was by no means a beautiful place.

Hadrian knew he couldn't judge. Who knows half of what he's been covered in; surely not him. He was not the type to normally criticize anything but he couldn't help it. This place was what hell was like, he was sure.

The young man strolled down the sidewalks of the city's streets, taking in the bright neon lights against the dark high-rise buildings. The city was such an attraction with its stand-out advertisements and loads of career opportunities, judging by its industrial appearance.

"Attraction for trouble," Hadrian hissed quietly to himself as he passed another bar. He could say the same for himself. He couldn't even count on his fingers how many times he found himself in sketchy situations. Like the one he was about to walk into in a moment.

The thing is that trouble was the very reason that Hadrian had arrived in the over-populated town. On very special orders, he was to get himself in trouble with the baddest man in the city. Bigger than any over-aggressive policemen. Bigger than any hardcore crime bosses. He was to attract the attention of the Batman.

Legend has it, the man could kick a guy's ass 104 different ways before he took them to prison, making them wish he'd just kill them. And that was the other detail: he didn't kill. He also had a whole gang of sidekicks who were the same, except one who actually did kill. At least, this is what Hadrian overheard a thug saying as he passed an alley a block back.

Hadrian turned another corner and waved a hand over himself, placing an illusion charm on himself. He crept through another street and scoped out his surroundings. There was nothing in particular around, just a couple of drug dealers, drug abusers, and prostitutes. He eased past them and strolled into the next alley.

Fuck, is everything here dirty? He had brushed his hand along a wall as he hid behind it. He could envision a cleaner Gotham, probably a hundred years ago. No, maybe two hundred years ago, whenever the city was less populated and there were no skyscrapers around. He wiped his hand on the back of his pants and continued down the alley, checking out the nearby windows and fire escapes to make sure no one was watching him. He climbed up a railing and reached the top of a building, then took off.

How to attract him was the question. He could walk straight into the Batcave. He quickly dismissed that thought. You can't gain someone's trust by just showing that you know their secrets. Perhaps, join some criminals in their nightly activities. If Robin was anything like his grandfather, he'd probably think that Hadrian was lower than him for joining the scum in their deplorable acts. Of course, if Robin was anything like his grandfather then he'd think everyone was lower than him.

Still that wasn't the impression Hadrian wanted to make.

He could aid him. He paused over an alleyway.

While it wasn't an awful idea, Hadrian disagreed and wondered why such an idea came to him. With what he has been told, it wouldn't make sense to help. The man can destroy whoever tries to take him on and more. Not to mention his allies. We've been over this. Hadrian felt a presence near him.

Before he chanced to turn, three thugs entered the alley below him. Two big guys and a small one. It was obvious he was a new guy. Even more apparent was it that he made a mistake. Hadrian settled in for the show, thinking about which point he should step in.

"What kinda joke is this, huh? Where's the load?" The "new guy" asked. Hadrian could make out one of the guys shaking his head.

"Boy, you're dumber than a bag of bolts. I told you before that when you make mistakes, you don't get second chances." The second guy picked up from the other.

"Boss says you made a mistake, and now our job is a bit more harder..."

"...And a lot more fun." One of them pushed the guy into the other, and the other knocked him down.

They began to beat the guy up. Quickly, efficiently, one at a time, and then together. They moved as if they done this before, and Hadrian was disgusted. The sight of seeing two guys beat a man to death and have fun doing it as if they were dancing was truly revolting. While he was trained and enjoyed a good fight, he by no means could pummel a person in such a way with the same joy.

He moved to jump down, feeling around his many holsters. There was an arm pulling him back from where he crouched over the ledge. He elbowed the person immediately, his body moving of its own accord as he jumped down, consequentially dodging the attack. If someone asked, he meant to do this. He went on to ignore the pest, whomever it was, and attack the thugs before they could finish the job. He took them down easily before moving closer to the injured man. He was almost dead.

Before he could reach out for the man, a hand pulled him back once again.

"Touch me again, you bloody-"

"I had that handled," a young voice gritted out.

"Obviously not." Almost like a stubborn child, Hadrian had his head turned away from his companion. "He almost died."

"Who the hell are you?" It didn't sound like much of a question. The person didn't say anything more. Hadrian, finally, turned to study him.

It was Robin.

He felt a small tad more that excited. The young hero was just whom he wanted to meet. He didn't have to wait to get close, Robin was already here. He could just take him! This made his mission much more easier than having to seek out Batman like the original plan.

Speak of the bat...

The detective appeared from above, his cape casting a quick shadow. He was tall, dark, and very intimidating. Hadrian leaned back some, discreetly moving away from the hero.

...and he shall appear.

"Robin?" His deep voice rumbled out. His face (assuming eyes) was trained on Hadrian's form, studying him. Hadrian held his glare, almost anxiously awaiting some action.

"These thugs were going to kill this one," he gestured to the half-breathing man. "I was awaiting the most opportune moment to end it before this fool jumped in." Hadrian glared at him. He couldn't deny that this is what happened, but he held his tongue. He has no reason to speak to the detective anyway; it is the boy he was after.

"Let's go, Robin." The boy-wonder looked at his father, questioningly before stomping out of sight. Batman took no note of it as he went to pick up the beaten man. "You're coming with us," he told Hadrian as he passed him to follow Robin. Hadrian obediently followed, cursing his luck as Batman conveniently foiled his plan of simply kidnapping Robin the moment he laid eyes on him. He mentally groaned as he stepped over one of the unconscious men to follow the duo. Gotham is exceedingly filthy.

Hadrian sat in the corner his temporary cell as he took in his company. The two thugs, who were still unconscious, a shady pimp with a few wrinkles and a cheap-looking suit, and his male prostitutes. They looked like boys, probably just having reached eighteen. They were close together, visibly shaking, Hadrian could tell. One could take a glance at them, and know that they only recently dealt with hardship. Probably only resulted to selling themselves in desperation, and the pimp was the one who took advantage of their struggle. He glared at the pimp, who looked a little too...hungry.

"Say, you've got a nice face," the pimp crept closer to him. Hadrian held his hand out to keep him away. The man moved forward anyway with a pleased smile. The younger man distinctly heard the policemen talking:

"Is he really trying to recruit?"

"What an idiot."

"And a little attitude too..." The pimp was right next to him on the long bench, trying to whisper in his ear. He was having a hard time doing so with Hadrian's left hand in the way of getting close enough. Hadrian could smell his hot breath from a foot away. Repulsed, he tried to warn the creep as he reached out to him.

"Don't." The guy grinned and touched Hadrian's wrist anyway. A policeman went to berate the man, trying to him to back off but Hadrian had already grabbed the pimp's extended fingers and broke them.

Next thing he knew, he was exiting the cell while leaving howls of pained behind him. He was ushered into a dim room with a table and two chairs.

"What do you want to know?" Hadrian asked the policeman but the door shut behind him. Never had he been in one of these interrogation rooms. He knew that they wanted information yet he had none to provide them with.

"I already asked you that. Sit down."

"What's a child doing in a police station? Does Batman always let you out this late?" Hadrian sat down on the edge of his chair, waiting for Robin to do the same. Unsurprisingly, he did not.

"Who are you?" Robin moved in closer underneath the light. The boy was just a tad smaller than him and had this stiffness about him. Hadrian didn't expect less.

"I am new to the city, and I was just exploring the rooftops. I did not know what was to occur in that alley." Hadrian took in Robin's glare behind his mask. "Believe me." He glanced at the mirrors, studying them. "I suspect that you want more information?" Robin merely stared at him with his arms crossed. "I expected you to say more." Hadrian stood and moved toward the mirrors. He went to look past his reflection and, of course, saw nothing.

"Sit back down, you imbecile." He glanced at the younger male through the mirror and saw the subtle irritation expressed across his face. He moved toward Robin but was knocked down quickly. "I've already went through your records. There wasn't much there to get a read on you for some odd reason. Tell me what I want to know."

"Your mother hits harder than that," Hadrian commented, wiping a hand over his eye. The quick curve of Robin's lips flattened. He didn't mean to insult him, it was more of an inside joke. Robin kicked him anyway. Hadrian inwardly winced. "She knocked me off a balcony for... Well, I suppose you wouldn't want to hear about that. If I give you answers, what is the probability of me leaving this...place?"

"I could get you out of here immediately," he answered. Hadrian knew that trick.

"You will. Immediately." Robin gave him a look of disinterest but nodded. Hadrian grinned. He shrugged innocently as he looked around the room again.

"I suppose you've heard of the Demon's Head...I am his son." There was obvious shock all over Robin's face. It cleared and then Hadrian was seeing stars. That's never happened before.

"Thank you," Robin's young voice sounded as the light grew even more dimmer, "and welcome to Gotham." He was kicked again.

Well, that was quite an evening out in town for Hadrian. Let me know what you think about it: should I continue or no? Thanks for reading!