So this was a whole lot later than planned, otherwise, no comment. Sorry for being late, and enjoy the first chapter. Hopefully, I'll update faster next time.
Edit: fixed some stuff here and there... Again...
Three months later...
On a plane headed towards the mythical city of Gotham, sitting in their passenger seats were Kogoro Mouri, his daughter Ran Mouri and a little boy known to them as Conan Edogawa.
Kogoro, a Japanese man with high cheekbones and a small moustache, was grumbling in anger about how he brought the kids with him to work once again. The little boy was persuasive, insisting even! Always following the sleeping sleuth to wherever it might be where he's headed. His daughter, perhaps realising the danger of her father's line of work, always follows the kid. Luckily kogoro needed not pay a dime -or should we say yen- for the plane tickets or hotel registration. That old man loves the word 'free' almost as much as he loves his most favorite actress, Yoko Okino!
The Gotham city police department requested a Japanese detective to solve their latest case, a series of murderers, though the reason a Japanese detective was needed there was unknown by the young boy. Gotham was no stranger to crime as he understood.
"oji-san... Why would the Americans want us to solve their cases? Don't they have enough detectives?" The young boy, Conan, asked inquisitively, but childishly. In their native tongue
"of course not, bozu! The only link between the victims of those series of murders so far, is that the they where either Japanese or used to live in Japan. That's why they need an expert in that department, and who better than the sleeping kogoro himself!" The detective bragged.
"Yeah, right!...hmmm..." Conan thought "this is interesting..." the truth was that the boy was not a boy. He hid more than he lead on. He was, in fact, a teen detective, a victim of circumstances, in more ways than one, but that is a tale for another time.
"you must be so excited to see Batman-sama, Conan-kun." Ran asked the not-so-little boy
"Hai!" He smiled, then turned his head away, hiding the sarcastic expression on his face. 'you don't believe in such fairy tales, do you Ran?'
The next day, 10 PM...
Kogoro was switching through the American channels in boredom, when the phone rang. No matter how long it rang, he ignored it. Finally, his daughter answered.
"Moshimoshi!...uhm." She nodded. "otu-san! The detectives sa-"
"NANI?!" Like a speeding bullet, the sleeping sluth shot himself from the sofa to the telephone, yanking it from his daughter's grasp. "Moshimoshi...hai...hai... I'll be right there" Kogoro hanged the phone. This whole time, the little detective was listening intently; another case for him to solve.
Kogoro staye started wearing his jacket as he ran out of the hotel room, to call for a cab. He could hear Ran behind him calling for Conan. He was used to it, he goes on a case, the freeloader follows him, his daughter closely behind. Ran was smart enough to stay out of kogoro's work, but ever since his luck charm came along, he found Ran to be by his side more and more. He figured she understood his line of work could be dangerous, especially for a little kid, that's why she stays to protect him. She doesn't contain him very well, though.
When they reached the crime scene, an apartment, they -but mostly Conan- were greeted by a most surprising sight. It was the dark figure that appeared out of the shadows, the Batman...
Dramatic pause...
The dark Knight stared at the Japanese detective with a seemingly cold glare, then turned away, his cape fluttering behind him.
"Ah, detective Mouri." A man in a coat with grey hair and a heavy moustache of around 50 greeted him "thank you for agreeing to help us on this case. I'm commissioner Gordon. Please mind my friend, Batman can be a bit aloof when solving a hard case sometimes."
"Of course."
"Detective Mouri this is detective Bullock, he's nowhere near as good as you are-"
"Hey!" Bullock complained
"BUT hopefully he'll be able to help you with anything you might require, like backgrounds and the like"
"How do you do." He bowed his head to Bullock "This is my daughter Mouri Ran, and this boy is Edogawa Conan -long story-...So who's our victim here, commissioner?"
The commissioner started telling the details. Conan listened intently, all the while searching the crime scene for evidence.
The detectives were surprised to hear the voice of a little boy yell in seeming curiously "Ah-le-le? What's this?" It was Conan, pointing at a black, torn cloth that hung by the air duct. An unusual sight indeed for such a clean and well organised room.
Everyone looked at the cloth Conan was pointing at, everyone except for the man in the shadows, who replied "crucial evidence that would've otherwise been missed by the GCPD" he then stood up and looked at the kid in a perceptive but menacing look.
"Heh heh..." Conan laughed wearily as he felt Batman's eyes pierce through him. He didn't like the way he felt. "I guess evidence is easier to spot from down here..." He rubbed the back of his head
"So it seems..." Batman said, as he continued his survey of the room.
It's easy to say, the Japanese folks were baffled.
