Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing of Harry Potter, all rights to characters belong to J.K. Rowling for the Harry Potter characters. Detective Comics own all characters related to the DC universe, including the characters of Batman/Bruce Wayne, Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley, and Ra's Al Ghul.

Rating: MA, for much later chapters.

Summary: A cross between the worlds of DCU and Harry Potter. I haven't seen much of these on , and wanted to make one of my own.


Seed of Evil

By PoisonBane

Chapter 2

Gotham

Young Harry James Potter, or as his recently found mother addressed him, Cerbera Thomas Isley-Wayne, was excited. Currently he and Pamela were flying at thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic Ocean. He had never flown before, or seen the wide vast expanse of the ocean and was surprised that it seemed to stretch on for forever. "Cerbera, Darling? Please come sit down, we have a lot to talk about." Pamela said, ignoring the flight attendant trying to gain her attention. Oh how the simple minded males of the world would beat their chests and parade themselves like peacocks to garner her attention. It was simply enough to make a woman cringe. She would have to make sure that young Cerbera never turned out like the rest of his kind.

As her son obediantly moved to follow her directions and sat beside her, she began to run her fingers lightly through his hair, her nails gently scratching his scalp. Like any other male his eyes became heavy at the sensation, and he steadily leaned in against her. Gently playing with her son's hair, Pamela wondered what she should tell him. She was a wanted criminal, thought insane by the mammals of Gotham, and she couldn't constantly stay on the run from the Dark Knight. As Poison Ivy was feared by all except for the other criminals, some of whom were beyond even her scope to battle. Leaning back in her chair she pulled Cerbera closer to him.

"There are aspects of my life you need to know about before we land." She said, moving her hand from his head to his shoulder. She smiled as she felt the eight year old snuggle into her side even more, obviously enjoying the feel of maternal love. "Cerbera, back home I'm.. I'm not considered a nice person." She said, looking down at him as he looked up at her, his eyes questioning. "I'm a criminal in Gotham, all because I want to save the Earth from man's constantly harmful chemicals and gases. There will be people trying to take you from me, but I'll never let that happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother." Cerbera said, his green eyes looking up into his mother's, the question of whether she would hurt him or not was instantly put to ease seeing how watery her eyes had gotten when speaking to him. Putting his arms around her he hugged her tightly, feeling her answer his hug with one equally as tight. "Now, people know me as Poison Ivy back home, and I have some people you will meet and they will help you as you grow up. A man named Jean Paul Valley will teach you martial arts. People know him as Azrael, probably the greatest martial artist on Earth next to a man who is called Batman.

"Another man, named Antonio Diego, or Bane, will be helping you exercise more. He is a very large man, who at one point beat the Batman. He takes a steroid called Venom to make him nearly the strongest person on Earth. Currently I'm working on a new strain of Venom to help him not go into a roid rage whenever he takes it. Dr. Victor Fries will teach your biology while I will be teaching you biochemestry. Dr. Harleen Quinzel will teach you about psychiatry, even though she needs to see a shrink herself for dating that abomination of a clown. Your teachers will change as you get older. I am, most interested in meeting your surrogate grandfather. He will be quite helpful I feel."

Cerbera was quite blown away. He was in the third grade for crying out loud and she expected him to learn all of that? 'She must think I'm really smart if she thinks I can handle all of that.' He thought as he rested again against his mother's side. Spotting the obviously jealous flight attendant who was looking at him with narrowed eyes. Raising an eyebrow at the man, and feeling a little worried, he moved so that he was partially hidden behind his mother's back. "This is your captain speaking," a voice crackled over the intercom, "we'll be arriving in Gotham International Airport in approximately five hours."


Cerbera held his mother's hand as they exited the plane, her face and hair covered in a thick scarf as they easily passed by security and grabbed Pamela's bag before walking out the front doors. He saw people staring at his over sized baggy clothes but did his best to ignore him while his mother would glare at them over her sunglasses. Moving quickly once outside, they began walking down the sidewalk, not bothering to get a rental car. Cerbera thought it was weird, but he remembered his mother wasn't liked here, and it would have caused them some problems. They walked briskly through the streets before stopping in front of a large house.

Massive gates and walls surrounded the property marking it as one of the most expensive houses in all of Gotham. The building itself wasn't so much as a house but a small castle, complete with several 'towers' built on the corners. Pushing a code into a box near the gates, Pamela lead the way inside. The grounds were covered in bushes and trees, many cut to resemble animals. In the back yard there was what looked like a water slide and a pool. Harry had never even fathomed a house like this, but Cerbera knew that this would be his home, and he would have to get used to living in splendor.

"Welcome home, Cerbera." Pamela said as she pushed open the front door, showing the stone walls inside and the hardwood floors. "I got this house from a psychiatrist in Arkham Asylum he left it to me in his will. Very nice man, though his wife was quite upset." She smiled at the memory, when she had finally kissed the man after he had told her of the changes to his will and professed his love to her. She had left him dying on the floor of his office and had quietly walked back to her cell. The police still thought of it as a suicide.

"Your room is up the stairs and to the left. There are some better fitting clothes in there. I figured you would be small for your age, your father was when he was younger, but he filled out well over the years. Tomorrow we'll go shopping to get you things to decorate it with." She said shooing her young son up the stairs, and watched him run up the left of the two staircases, and disappear into his new room. Pamela didn't think he got much of a room at the Dursleys, not if what his 'aunt' said was true. The yell of joy she heard upstairs seemed to be proof enough before a blur of dingy clothes and black hair sped down the stairs and latched onto her in a big hug.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" The boy yelled out in a rush and seemed to shaking with excitement. Smiling down at her son, the woman known as Poison Ivy bent down to kiss his forehead and noticed the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead for the first time. Reaching up she traced it with her finger, "What happened, darling?" She asked taking him by the hand and leading them to a soft couch where they sat down.

"I'm not really sure." Cerbera admitted as he reached up and touched his forehead. "I've had it ever since I went to live with the Dursleys. They said I got it from the car crash that killed my parents, but I don't think that's true. I remember a flash of green light whenever I try to remember that night. Its my first memory. After what Aunt Petunia said, I think my parents... I mean, Lily and James Potter and were murdered, and the bad wizard tried to kill me, but it didn't work." Despite how he thought he would feel at the revelation, he didn't feel sad about the death of the Potters. After all he had never met them before. "Mom, can you tell me about my father?" He asked, changing the subject.

Poison Ivy giggled at her son putting together clues from what little his 'aunt' had told him. "You know, I'm certain Edward would love to meet you." She said smiling before pulling her son closer. "Your father, well, he's a very powerful man in Gotham. In fact he's the richest man in town, his name is Bruce Wayne. Your middle name is the name of his father, Thomas. Bruce is a very big, very powerfully built man, with muscles that just ripple under his shirts. He's one of the few business men who actually tries to look after the environment, that's why I picked him to be your father." 'That and the man is loaded, and you'll help me get my hands on his money whenever he dies.' Pamela thought as she gently brushed her hands through her son's hair.

Yawning Cerbera got to his feet, stretching. "I better go to bed, I haven't slept since I woke up at the Dursley's house this morning, and that was hours and hours ago. And that walk here tired me out. Night mommy." The third grader said as he bent down to kiss Pamela's cheek. Standing he walked back up the stairs, and changed into his pajamas and slid under the covers. Unsure exactly of what to do with a child like Cerbera, Pamela tentatively went up stairs and kissed him on his forehead again before turning out his lights. "Don't forget, tomorrow we're going shopping to decorate your room." She added before closing his door.

Walking across the hall she opened her own bedroom door, seeing the soft bed that marked where she would be sleeping from now on. Stripping off her dress she dropped it on the ground before moving into the bathroom to take a shower. Dressed in a green nightie that wasn't see through, she didn't want her son seeing her almost naked if he should come into her room at some point, she turned off her light and climbed into bed, a smile playing on her deep crimson lips. The first test of her genetic manipulation was complete success. Cerbera was immune to her toxins and poisons, now she would have to see how the rest of her plan fell into place, while trying to stay with the young boy who was quickly bringing out her maternal instincts.


Author's notes: Well another chapter done. Sorry, but I still haven't decided if this will be Bruce/Pamela or Pamela/Harley yet. Also, do you guys think Robin should be Dick or Tim, and should I include Damien Wayne into the mix? Let me know what you guys think! Peace!

~Poison's Bane