AN: Hi there, my name is banished and malevolent and this is my first fanfiction. A couple of things I want to say before I want you to dive in; as this is my first fanfic I appreciate any and all reviews (just please don't flame), please tell me of any grammar mistakes and the like and I will fix them with the next chapter update, the setting is around contemporary times with todays technology, I am a pre-med student so there will be hiatus around test time, there will be elements of the DC universe playing some pretty big roles in the story but not enough to ruled as a crossover, that might change in the future though. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever, own the franchise known as Harry Potter or the franchise known as DC comics. This fanfiction and its ideas are of my own creation and are not in any way affiliated with the aforementioned entities.

Ages of characters as of 2007

Bruce Wayne/Batman:28 (fresh of off League of Shadows Training, Batman Begins)

Dick Grayson/Nightwing: 16

Damian Wayne/Robin: 10

Alfred Pennyworth: 65

Harry Potter: 8

Vernon Dursley: 47

Petunia Dursley: 38

Dudley Dursley: 9

Ch. 1: Both Sides of the Pond

New York, New York, United States of America

5:39 p.m. EST, April 17th, 2007

Despite it being a couple of hours before sundown, the city was already cast in a cloak of darkness, thanks to the ever-present clouds blocking the sun. Even the lower intellectuals could tell it was about to start pouring. Lightning would suddenly and violently discharge in the clouds, quickly followed by window-rattling thunder.

Atop the Chrysler building, seemingly invisible from all, a well built figure of 6' 3" was holding on the the electrical tower. Dressed in black Kevlar and titanium armor with a long and foreboding cape, the figure was intimidating to any sensible civilian. One hand was pressing on his earpiece, waiting for information from his butler, sorry friend, about any criminal activity that dared to occur while he was on watch. Disengaging from the pole and using his Batclaw, the he started to travel to another section of the city to patrol.

Time skip 4 hours

Speeding well over 200 miles per hour, the Batmobile was making quick work of the dirt road outside the city limits. Out of nowhere the vehicle executed a ninety-degree turn that shouldn't have possible onto a hidden private road that no one would have noticed, even on a sunny day. Driving up the path into a cave the windshield was temporarily blocked by the bats, the noise of the car and lights disturbing them.

Stopping on a platform meant for the Batmobile, Batman jumped out of the car and quickly proceeded to the super-computer to look for any new information from the police about a new up-and-coming criminal. One more kill from this new felon and Gotham would have another serial killer to deal with. Weirdly enough, the only link between the murders was a playing card left at the scene. The murders themselves were quite brutal, hours after the Gotham City Police Department was in the investigation, tapes would be anonymously sent to precinct that showed the murders as they happened. There was no accomplice as it was evident the character was using the "selfie" style of recording as he murdered those poor souls.

As if that wasn't enough, a couple of arms dealers had started to base their operations in the docks and were infringing on the territory of some of the mafia bosses. The inevitable firefight was sure to be the cause of the another headache soon. Logging off the computer, he went to find his groundskeeper to find the whereabouts of his two wards. Entering the kitchen, he found who he was looking for.

"Hello Alfred, have you seen Dick or Damian?" started Batman.

"Oh my goodness, you startled me there Master Bruce. But yes I know where the two are. They should be in the garden sir; last I saw they were doing some 'friendly' sparring. Lord help those who are unfortunate to cross paths with them. But why are you back so soon?" asked Alfred.

"There wasn't anything that required my attention, and I was so sure that this new guy would attack again," replied Bruce.

Seeing the conversation ended as Bruce left the kitchen, Alfred started to continue preparing dinner; roasted chicken with pasta as well as some assorted vegetables. With their "after-hours" activities, Alfred knew the importance of keeping them well fed.

Bruce eventually found Damian and Dick sparring, if you could call it that, in and around the fountains. Chaos was abound as much of the shrubbery and landscaping was destroyed, the main fountain was the only decoration that seem to be left untouched.

Putting his attention back on his two kids he saw both were injured, both had huge bruises. Damian's face was swelling and turning more purple by the second from burst capillaries and Dick was sporting a wicked purple spot on his abdominal muscles. The brothers also had tons of scrapes and scratches. Wanting to end it before it got any more serious he called out and the boys proceeded to jog over to him.

"Sparring is over for today fellas, how was school?" Both of the boys attended a high class private school a couple of miles away from the manor. Not only was it very expensive, the prep school was ranked as one of the best in the world; renowned for its ability to create connections for students and prepare them for success in their familial companies or other pursuits.

Both replied at the same time, "It was fine." Seeing as this was the usual response, and that both were at the top of their respective classes, Bruce took it that it was a normal day for both of them.

"Alright well finish your homework and take a shower before Alfred sets the dinner on the table." Damian was quick to reply "Father, we have both finished our assignments." "Then take a shower Damian, and hurry up while you're at it. After dinner I have some business that I need to talk about with both of you." Nodding to his request, both Damian and Dick proceeded to unwind and clean themselves hurriedly before Alfred would yell at them for not being at the dinner table on time.

After gorging themselves to meet their calorie requirements, Dick and Damian found Bruce in his study going over some Wayne Enterprises reports. Bruce noticed them and brought his attention away from his company. Bruce studied his two apprentices for a moment before he started talking, "I might be buying out another company. A relatively small oversees corporation headquartered in Britain by the name of Grunnings. Its supplies construction supplies and machinery to industrial and residential contractors. I am meeting with one of the higher-ups tomorrow in my office in the city and later in the evening our families are going to have dinner at a restaurant." He quickly continued on, not wanting to anger his wards, "so you two wont be able to patrol together next week without me."

"WHAT," Dick exploded, "why do you keep on insisting on trying to treat us like babies. Honestly, Bruce what the hell? Me and Damian have been looking forward to patrolling without you ever since we saved your ass against Sportsmaster and Cheshire 7 months ago."

Quick to calm Dick's anger Bruce replied "This happened pretty recently because I had Lucius do some research into some more companies. They have some irregularities that I want to check out. Do you remember Lau the accountant from the Chinese tech company? This is very similar, and the representative I am meeting with has some suspicious dealings that I want to examine. And as for your patrol, you can do it the day after as you need to rest after we come home tomorrow. I don't treat you two like babies when you guys are out there with me, you know that."

"It certainly feels like it father," muttered Damian with a sneer.

Ignoring Damian's remark Bruce continued on, "Regardless, you guys are coming with me tomorrow, I believe they are bringing their nephew and son who should be around your guy's age. So please behave and don't embarrass me." Feeling dejected, the two charges muttered a quiet "fine" and left the room, their change in posture telling the dark warrior all he needed to know.

Little Whinging, Surrey, United Kingdom

7:35 a.m. GMT, April 12th, 2007

Sitting at the breakfast table together, the Dursley family look normal enough from the outsiders looking into their home, one of the more luxurious looking ones if you asked anyone in the neighborhood. Yet, the dynamic of the family was anything but normal. For one, the extra permanent resident was a constant reminder of the apparent unnaturalness in the home. Vernon, the man of the house, was huge; his stomach was of epic proportions. All that fat coupled with various varicose veins around his forehead and neck was not good for his health. Nearing 300 pounds, the ball of fat barely looked like his shorter-than-average neck could support his heavier than average head. Even though he was definitely not the apple of anyone's eye, he was certainly successful. He had retained a high-paying, high-responsibility administration job in his company. While he wasn't on the pay-grade of other workers like the CEO and such, he was certainly important to their operations.

Petunia, the mother, was the wife of Vernon and also the complete opposite of Vernon. While not pretty, Petunia was rather plain, a forgettable face. She was incredibly skinny and barely weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. Her distinguishing feature was that she has an abnormally long neck with an even bigger thirst for neighborhood and celebrity gossip.

Dudley is the son of Vernon and Petunia. While his parents looked at him as if he was completely normal, the neighborhood and his classmates thought other wise. While his father looked like a panda, Dudley looked like a rather chubby baby seal. Coupled with his lingering baby fat, Dudley looked rather unhealthy for a 7-year-old. His teachers incorrectly thought he had some sort of eating disorder. Dudley had few friends in his school, considering he was a bully. No one wanted to associate themselves with Dudley anyway.

Dudley's favorite target to torment was his younger cousin Harry. And while teasing amongst cousins was acceptable and even expected, the way Dudley treated Harry was nothing short of criminal. The local town saw him as such and did their best to avoid any and all interactions with the Dursley scion.

Going through his email as he ate his 2,500 calorie breakfast, Vernon's eyes widened as he saw an email from his boss, the CEO of where Vernon worked. While Vernon and the CEO knew each other and worked in the same building, Vernon never realized that his boss held him in such high regard.

The message contained information where an American company was interested in buying Grunnings, and it was quite the lucrative offer. The payment Wayne Enterprises was offering in the buyout was almost twice the worth of Grunnings. Vernon's boss wanted him to go meet with the owner and CEO, billionaire Bruce Wayne and find out more information and to negotiate a deal for the company if Wayne was willing to offer even just a little bit of more capital. Finishing the rest of the message (including how much was riding on Vernon for this deal to go through) Vernon gave a whoop of joy and started to attempt jumping up and down around the room.

Petunia, extremely startled, shrieked "Vernon, what happened? Why are you shaking the house?" Vernon explained and showed Petunia what was in the email and told her to prepare for a trip to North America next week, all expenses paid for by the company.

"Hopefully we don't have to take the freak," Vernon muttered as he was experiencing an emotional high he never had before. Little did he know, everyone heard what he said. Dudley, ever the confused boy asked his father what was going on. Vernon just replied "we are going to be very rich son. Very very soon." Appealing to his ever growing sense of greed, Dudley's pupils dilated and his eyes dilated. He even started to shake the house to its foundations with his dad.

While the family was starting to celebrate their good fortune in the breakfast nook, Harry was becoming even more depressed that he was being ignored. Forced to cook for the family, then eat in a separate room, away from his relatives.

At last there was Harry, always ignored, as his relatives celebrated their good fortune, Harry was eating his breakfast in a separate room that he was forced too cook for the household. The extended-stay guest in the Dursley household. Harry himself was introverted and quiet. A byproduct of remembering his mother being murdered in front of him. Harry didn't believe the lies that Vernon and Petunia told him about his parents; that they were drunks, drug addicts, and died in a car crash that killed two pedestrians.

Despite the Dursley family being extremely well off, the sentiment didn't reflect on Harry. While the family wore new, upscale and brand name clothes, Petunia only gave Harry Dudley's incredibly old hand-me-downs and thrift shop clothes to wear.

Harry was also quite small for his age. His growth stunted because of malnourishment, Harry was close to being all skin and bones. He was several inches shorter than the rest of his peers. But while Dudley was looked down upon by others in the community, Harry was looked at with embarrassment. Harry had that look where others would feel sorry for him, pity him but would do nothing to help the child in need. To the neighbors, it was always somebody else's problem to deal with.

Secretly, he was beaten by Vernon very often without actually doing anything to receive any kind of harsh punishment. Harry was lost as to why his uncle and aunt hated him so much but showered all their love upon Dudley. It was Harry's greatest wish to make the people in his life be proud of him, to like him, to cherish him, to love him. Unbeknownst to Harry or any of his relatives, the dining ware in the cabinet shattered and the spoon in Harry's was distorted beyond repair, a result of the intense emotions Harry was experiencing.

Little did he know, he would get exactly that. But not from the people he expected.

AN: So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? I have had the idea for a while and literally found the motivation and wrote this chapter in the course of a couple hours. Don't forget to like, favorite, post, repost, tweet, retweet, hear, reblog etc. Don't forget to review. Also I have a couple of polls up that just deal with the pairing for Bruce, Dick and Bruce. The results shouldn't affect my uploads or the plot for a couple of chapters. After ch. 2 (which should go up this weekend maybe?) the next few chapters will cover a few years and dive right into Hogwarts. See you next time!