"Your cause is just." Arkayus said. "But I'm afraid that from now on there will be no more Dark Knight."
Suddenly, Batman heard a loud noise like something landing on a hard surface above him and a gunshot rang out. Sparks of yellow light launched out from something above him, a few hitting Arkayus in the side.
Arkayus growled in pain as he deformed back into black smoke and took flight.
Batman's eyes were growing heavy as his savior hopped down from the podium he was sitting against.
"Well, well, what have we here?" A voice said as a small figure landed in front of him and Batman's eyes slid shut.
Batman snapped to attention as a bucket of cold water as dumped on his face. He sat straight up and looked around. He was on a wooden table, his mask, chest plate and under armor removed and the multiple wounds healed. He was in a dark, large cavern, in a three walled room, the fourth wall being a drop off into an abyss, the opposite stone wall being a few yards away.
In front of him, a very small man stood before him. His nose and ears were very long and pointed, like a goblin. He wore a small suit and tie and black dress pants.
"Who are you?" Batman asked.
"Rogerberry Snufflewot." The Goblin said. "And you must be the Man of Bats."
"I'm Batman." Batman said.
"Makes no difference. You're still a muggle." Rogerberry spat. "I'm still wondering why I used my healing potion on you."
"You healed me?" Batman questioned.
"Bah, I poured the liquid into your mouth." Rogerberry countered as he hobbled over to a little bell hung on a hook on the wall and rang it.
Seconds later, a train car arrived via floating train tracks and they both hopped in. Snufflewot pulled a lever and the trolley began to roll forwards.
"Before I ask where we are or where we're going, you wouldn't happen to know a man, or Goblin in this case, named Oswald Cobblepot, would you?" Batman asked.
"No, but the last name seems familiar." Rogerberry confessed. "Ah, we're here."
They pulled up to another room like the last one and they hopped off.
"We are currently on level 27 underneath the Bank." Rogerberry reported. "We mostly keep wizard currency, but on some occasions, we also store some valuable items."
They walked over to a barred wooden door and Snufflewot pulled out a key ring and unlocked it and they walked inside. After walking down a hallway, they entered a huge room filled with chests. After wandering a vast maze of items, they neared a simple wooden box with a latch on it. Flipping the latch up, he opened the crate which was containing Batman's mask, torn up suit and utility belt.
"Here," Snufflewot said as he handed him a long, black cloak. "You probably wouldn't want to be wearing a torn up uniform."
Batman adorned the cloak and his mask and hooked his utility belt around his waist.
"You can keep the uniform, I have more of those," Batman confessed. "But I must be getting after Arkayus now."
"Wait, wait." Snufflewot called. "I have something else that you might find useful in your crusade."
After walking for another few minutes through canyons of boxes and random items, they came upon a large dresser. After pulling out his key ring, Rogerberry unlocked it and opened the two doors. In the dresser was a prop up for a manakin and on the chest was a piece of armor. It was metal and a dark grayish color and two short fins jutted up from around the neck area like they were meant to protect the wearer's neck.
"This is the chest plate which one of the first wizards wore. It will protect you from some of the darkest curses, but nothing more." Rogerberry explained. "The enchantment only recognizes the unforgivable curses, so you'll be okay if someone tries to kill you."
"Great." Batman said sarcastically.
"The cloak you are wearing has an invisibility enchantment, just think clear your mind and tell yourself that you can't be seen." Rogerberry continued.
"Why are you helping me?" Batman asked.
"Because I've heard of you and what you do back in America." He said. "And I know you want to do good here, but you won't if you rush into something you don't understand. Follow me."
They exited the large storage room and took another short ride on the trolley until they reached another sealed door. After unlocking it, they walked into a square chamber filled with nothing but a dented, scratched up, boxish, light blue car.
"What is this, my escape vehicle?" Batman questioned.
"No, no, not just that." Rogerberry said. "It has flight and invisibility attributes and it can even think for itself! That blasted Death Eater left multiple of his minions in Diagon Alley and last I checked, you didn't seem to have an escape plan."
Snufflewot pulled a lever on the wall, and the brick ceiling disappeared, a long shaft stretching all the way to the surface.
"How does it work?" Batman asked, circling the car, looking it over.
"I have no idea, but I'm sure the car will help you operate itself." Snufflewot assured. "I found it driving itself in the woods, itself! Completely wonky this car is, but it's a keeper!"
"Thank you for your help, but I must be going." Batman said as he sat in the driver's seat and shut the door.
"Wait, wait." Rogerberry called and Batman lowered the window.
Snufflewot reached into a leather satchel hanging at his side and pulled out a small handgun.
"This weapon will launch particles of the disabling spell at the target." He said. "I used it to save you when the Death Eater was going to kill you."
"Thanks, but no thanks." Batman replied. "I don't really use guns."
"It may save your life, again." Rogerberry added.
Batman thought for a moment, and took the device.
"Thank you for everything." Batman thanked as the car began to rise off the ground.
Rogerberry waved until the car had risen out of sight, and then pulled the lever for the brick ceiling to reappear.
Hovering over the bank, Batman pressed his foot down on the gas pedal and the car lurched forwards. After only a few seconds the car jerked to the right on its own to dodge a fireball launched from the surface. Batman rolled the window and looked down to see Death Eaters looking back, some had wands raised, others too confused to know what was happening. Batman looked back into the car.
"Get us to the harbor." He ordered.
Two clicks sounded in reply. He reached into a pouch of his utility belt and brought out a few small metal grey beads and threw them down at the crowd of enemies below. A few of them exploded in mid air, creating a cloud of mist while the others exploded on impact with the ground or some Death Eaters, creating confusion.
Batman reached for the small pistol Rogerberry had given him as three orbs of black smoke shot out from the cloud of mist and began to pursue him.
Where's that invisibility feature? He asked in his head as the car flew up through the clouds.
Grabbing the gun, he poked his head out the window and fired a few shots towards the Death Eaters. Multiple spirals of purple light shot out, one spiral hitting a black sphere and sending it tumbling back under the clouds only for two others to join the remaining two.
Knowing he couldn't get them all before they caught up with him, Batman looked around the inside of the car for something he could use. A small button on the dashboard looked like it served a purpose so he clicked it. The windows fogged up and the roar of the old engine got quieter. The four Death Eaters veered off and flew back underneath the cloud line.
So that's how you use the invisibility mode He thought.
Alfred, onboard the Wayne's Yacht tied up at a private port in London, looked out over the city, lit up in the night.
"Oh Master Wayne, where are you?" He wondered aloud.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a flying, scratched up car materialized of thin air and landed on the pier where the yacht was tied up.
"Well, that's where he is." Alfred sighed, and began to walk to the boarding ramp.
Once both on the boat and below deck, Batman took off his mask and placed it down on the table next to him.
"We have come across a completely different world here." Bruce Wayne, Batman's secret identity, said. "They were in the middle of a war which almost none of the world even knows about. And they were using magic. I thought that was just in fairy tales."
"You also thought that aliens who could fly, shoot lasers, and live among humans were only in fairy tales, sir." Alfred reminded. "And look what happened."
"Anyway, now a cult group of Death Eaters, or whatever they're called, has the case of Joker Toxin I was after, and I was nearly killed by them, so those two together are bad news for anyone who they're targeting."
"Might I suggest calling Superman, sir?"
"No, he is vulnerable to magic." Bruce informed. "I was given this chest plate by a local bank owner, said it was impenetrable by the worse of the magic curses."
"Well, I'd like a piece of armor against all magic, thank you very much." Alfred chuckled, repairing the communication inside the bat mask. "And I suppose, you want to ride into battle in that old grease bucket on the docks."
"No, but maybe bring the technology from that vehicle to the Batmobile." Bruce guessed.
"Well, that might be a problem, because I got a brief look over the car, and there was no place to fill it up with petrol." Alfred said. "That car runs purely on magic, and my advice? Repaint it black and put some fins on the trunk and call it the Bat Car."
Alfred smiled, causing Bruce to laugh a bit.
"Sure, I'll get right on it." He said as he got up from his chair.
"You need some sleep, Master Wayne." Alfred ordered. "I'll fix the car."
"You're the best, Alfred." Bruce called as he walked down the hallway towards his room.