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Conan was just doing one of his routine check up on his old house, until he realized that someone had broken in.
Well, a pile of water wasn't hard to spot. Even if yesterday night, there was rain, but it wouldn't form such pattern.
He found himself checking every inch of the place to figure out what this intruder wanted to do. He traced to his father's closet only to see it was opened, and just one pair of pant and one shirt was missing. The bathroom's towel was not in the right place either, and there was blood smear. Light, but not invisible. It seemed that this intruder is hurt somewhere.
He started to feel something was not adding up.
Maybe, this wasn't exactly an "hostile intruder".
As he moved his steps towards the study, or a library would probably fit more, he saw a trail. Instinctively, he followed, only to find a young man, almost same age as he was, lying on the corner, face looked exceptionally red.
The person had black hair like a Japanese, but the facial geometry was definitely a foreigner's, presumably Caucasian. He held something very tight, and Conan realized that was his backpack. And he was in obvious distress.
If someone was with him, he'd be reminded how dangerous it is to approach an unknown person, but he was alone, and he was curious.
He stepped closer to the person, the heat irradiating from this person confirmed his theory.
This person is sick, and is having a fever.
No matter how strange it might have seemed, Conan wasn't the kind of person that would leave a sick one lying around. He did wanted to help, but he wasn't sure if he should call police or not. Judging from this person's intrusion, he doesn't want to be found.
Conan tried to take a closer look. The person seemed to understand that he was approaching, his face started to make a frown. Conan wanted to examine this person's actual temperature to make a decision whether to call an ambulance or not. As soon as his hand was touching this person, this person's body immediately threw him away.
Ouch. He has some moves.
Conan rubbed his shoulder as he stood from the ground. Now, examining him might pose a problem. He needed assistant.
He called his neighbor and friend, Dr. Agasa.
"Hey, Dr. Agasa."
"What's up, Shinichi?"
"I think I need some help..."
Conan explained the situation at hand, and since he couldn't help this person without sedating him, he needed another pair of hands to help move him if necessary. Also, he was now convinced that this person didn't want to be found. He decided to wait until Ai could examine him before calling ambulance.
...
Terry finally woke up, he felt very uncomfortable as he was sleeping, then it all became a blur to him. He felt his forehead against his hands, it seemed that his temperature was a bit high, not dangerously high though.
Then, his eyes widened as he realized that he wasn't in the big library anymore. It was more cozy, and comfortable. He was lying on an actual bed.
This shocking revelation made Terry jump up, and in search of his backpack which contained the batsuit. Nowhere near his sight.
Great, a strange new place without the suit, just great...
Next moment, he heard the door open, he wanted to hide, but there were no place to hide. He then vigilantly posed a defensive position, only to find whoever entered, were just a little girl and a little boy, both no more than 7 years old.
His defense was down a bit, just a bit, no one can promise him that little kids won't be dangerous. And it was confirmed a little later when he met the demon brat, so to speak.
"Who are you people?"
Terry first acted out, he was taught to be active rather than reactive. Some trick of combat. And he almost wanted to hit his head against the wall for the stupidity of his action. He was speaking English, not Japanese.
But, luck was on his side today, the boy replied, with less accent than Terry would've expected, "You were hurt, multiple times, and just went through an explosion. You were sick, we saved you, so, you are going to answer our questions first. Who are you?"
Terry raised an eye brow, remind him that is this world run by little kids or not?
"Smart brat, I won't answer anything unless you give me my backpack back. Wow, was that a tongue twister or not."
As usual, Terry got distracted.
"You mean, my backpack. You were intruding my house, you were lucky we didn't call the police."
Terry felt puzzled, he thought the house was not in use, even if it did, it didn't seemed to house a kid, more like a teenager or something like that. Then again, this kid did act as if he were older than he seemed.
"And I suggest you give me the backpack back. Or who knows what I'm gonna do to you all."
Terry was joking of course, but he did see the kid flinch, nervous? No... More like... Excited? The boy has issues...
"You mean this?"
The girl finally spoke, her hand was holding the batsuit, and suprisingly, the girl also spoke English. He felt slightly awkward that he didn't know Japanese and the two kid obviously significantly younger could speak another language.
He didn't want to hurt those kids, so he stayed down, nor was he in a mood to argue, so he mimicked when Bruce was impatient, "Give me. the suit."
"It is advanced technology, and judging by its shape, it was designed specifically for you. But, who has those technology? Who, are you working for?"
The girl's voice had hidden emotion of fear, he swear that he didn't meant to frighten the little girl, at least, he didn't think he could, with them that smart and all. But the suit took priority, "Give me the suit, and we'll trade some answers."
He needed information anyway, the two kids seemed mature, most importantly, they spoke English.
The boy practically scanned him for a moment or so, finally cave in, "Ai, hand me the suit."
So the girl's name is Ai, cute.
His suit was thrown back at him, he didn't mind, it was nice to finally have what possibly was the only thing he had a connection to in this world back.
"Now, your name."
Terry smiled, the boy and girl don't have hostile intention, he did know that, so he didn't mind giving some information to them. After all, he did realize they saved him and didn't let police intervene. Also, what's the worst that could happen? He was all alone in this world, no one knows him anyway.
"Terry McGinnis, and yours?"
"I'm Edogawa Conan, this is Haibara Ai."
Finally, a conversation's in place.
Gotham:
It was passed midnight, Batman, Bruce Wayne in disguise, was on patrol, and he started to hear voices.
No, it was not because he'd gone mad.
It was Oracle, former Batgirl, Barbara Gordon.
"Hey, Batman! Guess what!"
Barbara's voice sounded amused and excited, Bruce decided to follow along, since it was a quiet night, and that always made him feel a little happier. Relatively speaking, both quiet night and happier.
He knocked out the last mugger on site, gave Commissioner James Gordon a signal, and left.
"What?"
Barbara was surprised that Bruce actually replied, that must mean he's in a good mood.
"You got yourself a fan boy in Tokyo Japan. A day ago, they spotted someone dressed like a bat jumping from rooftop to rooftop!"
Now Bruce was not in a great mood, his eyes narrowed, "who?"
"No idea. The footage was blurry, the man was moving too fast, but... Wait a sec..." Bruce could hear Barbara's typing sound, looked like she was taking a closer look.
"Wow, Batman, this person's suit really has similar design, not to mention his long ears. Though that person didn't have a cowl like the rest, but... You sure you didn't give away a suit to someone? Or even, missing one?"
Bruce frowned, he trusts Barbara's instinct, if Barbara thinks this person's suit was similar, no doubt, it must have some familiarity.
"I'll keep tabs on this, this person sure was clumsy, if anyone was keeping tabs on the word 'Batman', they might've found this news. Although, the people posted just thought it as a joke."
Barbara's voice had an uneasiness to it.
Was it that similar? Bruce wondered. He decided to look at the footage himself, "send me a copy."
"Sure thing, Bat. By the way, Damian hasn't killed Tim yet, it is a progression, want to reward the kid?"
Bruce soon found his headache back, he grunted, wanting to turn off the com. Just when he thought he's in a good mood, now comes the hard part. He felt the corner of his eyes twitched a bit, not replying.
"Hey, positive reinforcement works like charms."
"Tt, I can hear you, Oracle." Damian's voice suddenly jumped in, making Bruce's head hurt even more. Barbara's cheery voice continued, "and that's my way of positive reinforcing you. God job on keeping your emotions under control, little bird."
"Tt." Without another word, the com went silent. Damian was working with Tim to patrol the north part of city while Bruce was on south patrol. Normally he'd do the whole city, but since Damian was being a good boy for the past few months, he decided to test out Damian's anger issue. Hence, working with Tim on patrol.
None of them knew, they were about to be astonished by this Tokyo Batman, very soon.
