Not to happy with how this chapter came out it was originaly a lot longer but I edited it death, so what can you do. Anyway please read and review the next chapter will hopfully be up in a few hours, if not then tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing…except everything that belongs to me, which isn't Harry Potter or Batman as luck would have it. Stupid luck…

Chapter 2: 4 Years later

It had been four years since the Dursley household had moved to Gotham, they had for the most part settled. Vernon and Petunia had not been too happy at first with their new home; the house while big had no furnishings and looked to have been left in poor condition despite being in the upper part of Gotham.

They had to stay in a hotel for a couple of weeks as Vernon's new job paid for it to be fixed up, soon after that they had moved in and were happy to be slightly away from the city. This was mostly down to them finding out that Gotham had an extremely high crime rate, not to mention the fact that it had super criminals and some vigilante running around doing the polices job. Therefore, their first impression of Gotham was not very good; Harry himself had been prone to having mixed feeling about it. He found the place exciting and not to mention interesting however he recognised a constant feeling of fear surrounded the city, one that had invaded the people themselves.

However, over the years the family had slowly settled into life the Dursley's choosing to stay while making compromises to themselves. Harry had begun to love the city in his own way, while Dudley seemed immune to it. The two had started school soon after they arrived, and both had remained opposites. Dudley while strong had absolutely no energy to prosper in athletics while his time was taken up mostly by video games which led to poor grades all around. Harry on the other hand happened to prosper in both physical and mental lessons, thanks to Harry hunting he was fast and agile. Due to the Dursley's not giving the boy much attention or permission to use any of Dudley's consoles he spent much of his time reading.

Despite this Harry wasn't very noticed in school or at home, the teachers often overlooking his work for another student the kids much the same. Harry had never had friends back in England –mostly due to the Dursley's- and had hoped to possibly make some here. That had not been the case unfortunately and despite coming from an entirely different country Dudley had managed to become the school's number one bully, with Harry as his favourite target.

As such Harry had quickly learned to hide as well as blend in, the more he blended the less noticeable he was. Without friends or a social life Harry had taken to wandering and would often spend his time exploring the city or his school looking for places to hide from Dudley and his little gang. He was often successful and found an enjoyment out of climbing to high places, sometimes even running across the school roofs.

This had become the habit over the years and Harry had found himself perfectly content with being ignored, if no one would give him attention why should he give them it? He was somewhat happy dreaming of the day he was old enough to leave the Dursley's and make it on his own, looking out for only number one, himself.

That was, until the routine was broken.

Harry was not very happy as he walked home, the dark streets lit by the dim amber glow of the street lamps. Dudley being the usual idiot that he was had managed to score Harry a detention with Mr Jones, Harry's least favourite teacher. He had gone to him claiming that Harry had hit him, Jones –who hated Harry's guts for some reason- had believed Dudley and had told Harry that he was to stay behind after class. Vernon who barely allowed the boy in his car had chosen to also believe Dudley and as punishment not pick Harry up after the detention. They lived five miles away and the quickest way to get there was through the narrows, the place where the majority of crimes took place in Gotham. And to add to all that it had begun to rain.

'Perfect' though the boy as he pulled on his bag slightly, his legs and back aching from the strain he was putting on them both. He had entered the narrows only moments ago but already he could hear various cries, many of which came from the local gangs who liked to hang around this area at night. Harry ignored them and soldiered on, careful to avoid any alleyways or odd-looking people.

Harry walked like this for ten minutes all the while keeping his senses on alert, his eyes constantly examining the area making the boy further paranoid rather than comforted when they found nothing. He was just turning the corner to head down another street when he saw it, a man was on the floor around him where around twenty teens many of which looked like they had gone to a punk rock concert and never left.

These teens where mostly male the girls watching form the side-lines as the guys spat at the person who was twitching where he lay. Harry paused unsure of what to do, while he was fine with looking out for number one he wasn't a heartless kid like many of those in the city. Rather the boy cared but he had no one to care for, as such he found himself debating silently what he should do. He could run to a call box and get the police, but by the time they showed up the person could have died. The punks had luckily not noticed him and Harry tried to take advantage of this by hiding behind a large skip set against the wall, he found himself trembling as he carefully peaked around it.

He was just a kid; it wasn't like there was anything he could do. Besides why help the person it wasn't like he even knew who they were, why should he risk himself foe them.

'Because its right' the boy paused at this thought and cursed his conscience and its hero complex. Sighing the boy went to stand up, maybe he could draw their attention away from the guy or something.

He was stopped as he heard pained cries come from the area, he blinked before peaking round the skip to find it wasn't the man on the floor who had let them out. Some punks where now on the floor, others backing away as a large demonic shadow stood before them.

Harry watched in silence his mouth gaping slightly as the figures name made it past his lips "Batman…"

Luckily the man appeared to be busy with the punks as he dove into their ranks quickly taking them down with well-placed kicks and punches. Many tried to flee; a rope with some ball attached would quickly catch them and left them tied up before the figure that had yet to stop moving. Finally there were only two left one was in front of Batman the other sneaking up behind him, harry panicked slightly as he saw the man behind get closer and closer. Not truly thinking he yelled out "LOOK OUT!"

Batman turned around in time to dodge the blow and catch the man's fist, he then pulled and threw him into the other attacked leaving both unconscious on the floor. He was breathing heavily but appeared to be uninjured, he then reached up to his mask and pushed on the side of it, a few seconds later he had turned to look at Harry who now stood next to the skip.

The two said nothing as they stared at each other, the younger feeling heavily intimidated barely managed to keep from looking away. Batman seemed surprised by this but said nothing instead he withdrew a mechanism from under his cape and pointed it at the roof tops, it snagged moments later and pulled him away leaving Harry alone with the injured man.

Seconds later the sound of police sirens could be heard, not wanting to get in trouble Harry pulled his sight away from where Batman had disappeared and ran off in the opposite direction. He would take the long route home.

He never noticed the dark shadow that observed him from its perch on the roof top.

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