A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or Batman.
Chapter One: Scars
Vernon Dursley sat at the kitchen table reading his paper as his wife, Petunia, made lunch. Dudley, their twenty-two year old son, had gotten a job and an apartment in New York City, America thanks to favors from Vernon's connections at Smeltings. Five years ago they would have made their nephew do the chores and cook them their meal, but the freak had been killed during an attack on his magical boarding school called Hogwarts.
They had received a letter from the headmistress, Minerva McGonnagal, telling them that their Potions Professor and head of Slytherin house had betrayed them. They had not been able find the body. Only scraps of clothing and bits of charred skin remained. He was later presumed dead by their Ministry and a statue was erected in the middle of the wizard shopping center, Diagon Alley.
Good riddance. That's what they thought. They no longer had to care for that magical freak and had saved a good bit of money in doing so. Vernon glanced up and smiled at Petunia as she set his plate down in front of him. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Petunia told her husband that she would answer it.
"Yes?" she asked opening the door.
"Hello Aunt Petunia." a gruff, ragged voice greeted. A loud shriek echoed through the house as Petunia set eyes on her dead nephew. He stepped through the door, shoving her back inside. He was followed by two other men carrying automatic machine guns. He toyed with the cloth that hung on the left side of his face, which had an eye-hole revealing a blood red iris. His one good eye, an emerald green, gazed at his aunt with pure loathing. "Long time, no see."
"Y-you're supposed to be dead!"
"Am I?" he laughed sardonically. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"Hey boss." one of the men stated.
"What Mack ?"
"We better make this quick, I hear sirens, the husband must've called the police!"
"Did he Petunia?"
"Your damn right I did you freak! Why couldn't you have stayed dead Potter!" Vernon roared as he entered the living area. He had heard Petunia's shriek and his nephew's voice. He looked upon his nephew for the first time in five years and was amazed at how much the small, scrawny boy had grown. He could see muscles outlined beneath the black and white suit he wore. The man snapped his head in his uncle's direction, causing the cloth to fall from his face and to the floor.
Silence filled the room as Petunia stared at her nephew in shock. The left side of his face was blackened and charred as if it were blasted by a flamethrower at point black range. His lips were curled back, revealing his teeth and his bloody eye was settled directly on her.
"I'm not Harry Potter anymore!" their nephew replied vehemently. He raised a pair of pistols, pointed one towards Vernon, and the other at Petunia. "It's Two Face now!" with that he pulled both triggers, killing his relatives. Their bodies fell to the floor with soft thuds.
"Boss!" the other henchman shouted from the door.
"Jack?"
"The police, they're here!"
"Get the car, both of you! I'll deal with them."
"But..." the uttered in unison.
"NOW!"
They ran out the back door and made their way around to the black and white convertible that sat parked on the corner. The twins saw the police heading for Private Drive. Mack motioned for Jack to start the car. Jack nodded and sprinted toward the vehicle.
Two Face gazed down at the bodies of his family and growled. They had beaten, abused, and tortured him all his life. Now they were dead. He allowed himself a small, satisfied smile bore turning to face the police officers outside. He pulled a two-headed silver dollar from his pocket. One side was scratched out with an X, while the other remained untouched.
"Good side up, I let them live." he whispered. "Scarred side up, I slaughter both cops." He holstered both his guns and pulled out a long, smooth wooden stick. Just as the cops reached the door, he flipped the coin.
"Freeze!" one of the officers shouted. "Hands in the air!"
Two Face raised his arms, catching the coin in his left hand. He glanced down then looked up at the cops. "Scarred side up."
"Wha...?"
"Avada Kedavra!" a flash from the stick ignited the room in a sickly green light and the two officers dropped dead on the spot. Two Face calmly walked out of his old home and made his way to the end of the drive. Jack and Mack pulled up in his getaway car gesturing for him to get in the back. As they drove toward London, Mack turned to Two Face from his spot in the front seat.
"So are we gonna hit your cousin too boss?"
"We'll see." Two Face flipped his coin. "Good side up. We leave him alone."
"So what now Two Face?" Jack asked.
"What time is it?" Mack checked his watch.
"One thirty." he answered.
"How long will it take to get to the bank?"
"About half an hour." a ring echoed in the car as the coin was flipped again.
"We hit em'."
"Uh...boss?"
"What?" Two Face asked, pocketing his coin.
"Haven't we already brought enough heat on us today?" Jack questioned.
"Just shut up and drive."
"Yes sir."
Bank
Hermione Granger stood in line waiting to make her weekly withdrawal. After graduating from Hogwarts, she decided to work as an auror for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It was a sort of tribute to Harry Potter, who had always wanted to be an auror since his fifth year. After his death, she chose to honor him in this way and plus it was rewarding work, putting away death eaters and the like. Still it was profitable for her to uses muggle funds from time to time as was her purpose this particular day.
It was her turn in line and she approached the teller with a bright smile. "Hello Jenny, how are you today?" the clerk smiled back and said,
"I'm fine miss Granger, how much will it be today?" she asked in polite tone.
"Two hundred thousand." a harsh voice shouted as the doors to the bank smashed open. "Everybody down!"
"Boss, what about silent alarms?"
"If you'd hurry up we won't have to worry about them!"
"Right! Jack, go get a couple of bags and we'll get to work." Jack nodded and began going from teller to teller, making them put money in the two bags he held.
"Alright." Two Face yelled. "If you all keep your heads down and your noses clean, we'll be out of your hair, but if you fuck around and try to be a hero...I'll leave that open to interpretation."
Hermione chanced a glance at the bank robber and nearly fainted. It was Harry! His face was burned, but she'd recognize that side of his face anywhere. She could even make out his lighting-shaped scar beneath the blackened skin! How? It just wasn't possible! Why didn't he contact them and why is he robbing banks? Slowly she stood up and faced him.
"Harry?" Two Face's eyes widened and he nearly dropped his pistols.
"Hermione?" He hadn't seen his friend in over five years, not since the attack on Hogwarts, in which he had been scarred and left for dead in the Forbidden Forest. When he awoke and found he was disfigured, he fled deeper into the trees, surviving long enough to make it to the centaurs. Their leader, Bane, had told them to dump him to the nearest muggle road and promised never to tell anyone that he had survived at his request. He figured that with him gone, the death eaters would stop attacking his friends.
He found that another voice, not his own, had joined him within his mind. It was his darker side, which he had struggled to suppress. Overtime, with no help and no companionship, the two sides of Harry Potter's personality further segregated. While he still spoke in the first person, he had begun to think in doubles, using us, we, and our to identify himself and others. Later he was discovered by Jack and Mack, twin brothers on the run from the authorities for armed robbery. The rest, as it is said, was history.
Now he stood there, facing his past and his friend. She gazed at him with wide eyes, but they held no fear of him. Only concern and confusion.
What do we do? We can't just let her go! She's seen us! He thought erratically. We do what we always do! Flip the coin! Good side up, we take her alive. Scarred side up, we kill her. Yes...we're right.
Two Face took out his double-headed coin and flipped it. "Good side up. You're coming with me Hermione." He attempted to grab her by the arm, but she pulled her wand and aimed it at him.
"No! I want answers!"
"Later." he growled putting away his coin and getting a firm grip on his own wand.
"No now!" she shouted.
"Got the money boss!" Hermione didn't even jump at the sudden declaration. Her auror training taught her never to lose focus on her target.
"We have to go Hermione!" Two Face roared.
"No! Tell me where you've been all this time! Why you never owled or even called me! Why are you robbing banks? Tell me damn it!" tears were streaming down her face now. "I thought you were dead Harry! I thought you were dead!"
"Not Harry."
"What?"
"I am not Harry Potter, I am Two Face." He pulled out his wand at breakneck speed and shouted, "Stupify!"
"Protego!" the shield blocked the stunning spell, adding to Two Face's frustration.
"Hermione you are really starting to piss me off!" He pulled out one of his pistols and shot twice. The shield could block magic, but not bullets and both of Hermione's legs were hit. She gasped in surprise and pain as she dropped her wand, falling to the floor. The bubble of energy dissolved, allowing Two Face to take Hermione's wand. "Mack!"
"Yeah boss?"
"You and Jack take the girl and the money to the car, I'll be out in a minute."
"You got it!" Mack threw Hermione over his shoulder and followed Jack outside. Two Face turned to the frightened crowd and pointed his wand at them.
"Obliviate!"
Once their memories were effectively wiped clean, he ran out of the bank. He heard the police sirens growing closer as he hopped in the back of the convertible, where Hermione was bound and gagged.
"Take off!"
"You got it!" Jack shouted as he floored the gas pedal. The car sped away, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. They knocked over several street venders and garbage cans making their getaway. The sirens grew even closer and the lights were visible now.
"Speed up!" Two Face hissed and pulled out his coin.
Scarred side up...
"Give me one of the machine guns!" Mack handed the weapon to the schizophrenic criminal and watched as he lowered the back window. Two Face leaned out and began firing at the squad cars. One of the cars skidded and flipped over. A few moments later one of the other cars slammed into it and exploded in plume of flame. Metal flew out in all directions, embedding themselves into the surrounding environment.
"Well this has certainly been an eventful day." Mack commented, glancing back at their prisoner. "You know her boss?"
"A friend, from a long time ago." Two Face answered.
"What are we gonna do with her?" Jack asked. "Are you gonna do your memory mumbo jumbo or are we gonna keep her?"
Good side up.
"We keep her, head out to the country, it's time to return to the hideout." he glanced down at Hermione whose legs continued to bleed. He took out his wand and waved it over them. The bullets removed themselves from her wounds and they closed up. He sat her upright in the seat next to him and removed her gag.
"Now I believe you had some questions..."
A/N: I hope this was a good first chapter and captured everyone's attention. I'll be writing more during the next week so chapter two should be up soon. Please read and review! Let me know what you think! Flames will be ignored! Constructive criticism appreciated!