Title: Mercy Darkness

Categories: Batman Begins/The Dark Knight/Harry Potter and a little bit of Starkid..

Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Hermione Granger

Summary: When Hermione comes to visit her Grandfather Alfred, she meets the mysterious Bruce Wayne and soon enough sparks fly. But a new villain is in town and he is about to tear these two apart with their darkest secrets yet. Takes place after The Dark Knight/Deathly Hallows.

It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie,
The moment to live, and the moment to die,
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight!

30 Seconds to Mars-This is War

Alfred opened the doors and bright yellow light greeted her eyes, making her having to squint at them and let the noise around her slowly greet her ears.

Alfred leaned in to whisper something in her ear. "I have to go, I have to do my duty around Wayne Manor," Hermione smiled at him and unwrapped her arm away from his.

"Go on, I'll be fine," She assured him. Alfred gave her one last worried look which made Hermione laugh before he went to do his serve a couple by the couch. Hermione sighed and took a glass of wine from the serving table that she helped Alfred prepare earlier and walked over to the big glass windows which overlooked the city of Gotham. Hermione had to admit, it was a sight to see in Night-time.

"Enjoying yourself?" A voice asked, making Hermione turn quickly on her heels only relaxing slightly when she saw it was Bruce Wayne who was talking to her.

"I was never the one for parties," She admitted sheepishly, turning back to see her view and letting Bruce join her.

"Really? I always thought all girls were into them," Bruce said giving a sly smile. Hermione raised her eyebrow at him. "I thank you for coming nonetheless,"

"Well I'm not those girls," She took a sip, tasting the liquid on her tongue and letting it roll about for a few seconds before swallowing it down. "I've told Alfred," She said and Bruce looked at her confused. "About my parents,"

"Ah. Did he take it well?" Bruce placed a hand upon her arm looking deeply concerned.

"Surprisingly, very well. My Grandfather was always a proud man and I think he must of shed his tears somewhere private rather than in public,"

"Quite right. I've only seen Alfred break down once when I was a child but apart from that-I haven't seen Alfred cry since," Bruce shrugged. "Your family must have been very stubborn,"

Hermione couldn't help but grin. "That you are right," Perhaps it was also one of the reasons why she got into Gryffindor house. "Don't you have a party to host?"

"Like you, I'm not much of a party person and most of them are a bunch of snobs anyway," Hermione snorted. "Haven't I said you looked lovely this evening?"

"Well you are the one that organized it and no you haven't but thank you," Hermione very well knew Bruce Wayne was a playboy. Alfred had very much told her about that and no matter how good looking he was, she was going to have to be careful around him.

This time, it was Bruce turn to give a sheepish grin and with a kiss on her wrist (which made Hermione blush), he left her standing by the window.

Hermione knew that wizards always were the ones to kiss witches on the wrist, but Bruce Wayne must be the first muggle man that she has come across to do so. But nonetheless, she was quite pleased that some of the muggles have stuck to the old traditions of good manners.

She stood by the window watching the city of Gotham go pass by her in the dark and she had to admit, she must of seen more police cars in this town than she has had in her home town all together.

Then the screaming began and at once, Hermione battle adrenaline rush kicked in and she took off her high heels before hearing gun shots in the room.

The screaming continued when another loud bang fired of and silence swept the whole room where about five gangsters walked in, all armed with guns.

"Good evening girls and boys," A man said wearing a balaclava and Hermione stood behind a waiter at the front, watching carefully. "We are...shall we say, tonight's entertainment," The leader took a wine from a woman and drank the glass before throwing it to the ground, the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the room. "I have just..one question. Just one simple question which I'm sure you're able to answer," There was a pause and he stood in the middle of the room, arms spread out and he appeared to be grinning. "Where is Hermione Granger?" Hermione paled but quickly composed herself. How did they know about her? Who were these strangers and what did they want?

The leader took out a gun and walked over to a woman whilst pointing her at it. "Do you know where Granger is?" He slapped the man next to her. "Do you know who she is? Do you know? I just...need to talk to her about a little something," The man looked gleeful and even though he was quite large, he seemed to be light weight on his feet.

C'mon Bruce, where are you? Hermione wondered, ducking her head behind tall men in the crowd. But yet at the same time trying to skim over the crowd to look for Bruce Wayne. Where was he in this time of need?

"No? You know I'll settle for her loved ones," He smirked and walked over to Alfred and Hermione heart quickened.

However it looked like Alfred had more courage than she thought.

"We're not intimidated by mobs," Alfred glared at them and there was a murmur of agreement amongst the crowd and the leader gave them a cold look before they all fell silent and the leader grabbed Alfred by the cheek, holding his pistol to him.

"One more word old man and I'll pull the trigger," He growled.

"Okay stop what you're doing," Hermione shouted and she stepped into the open. She could feel everyone's eyes upon her but she did not care, she would not let these idiots her hurt only surviving family by blood.

The leader seemed to have heard her and let go of Alfred before swagging up close to her. "Why hello gorgeous," He pointed the gun at her. "Who might you be?" Hermione nearly rolled her eyes. They were looking for her and yet had no idea what she looked like? How stupid could they be?

She folded her arms keeping a close tight on her bag where her wand was and held her head high. Think like a Gryffindor...she told her self. You fought much worse than this."And why should I tell you? You have no right to know me,"

"Ooooh! Feisty little thing aren't you?" He stopped in front of her.

"You like feisty?" She snapped. "Then you're gonna love this," She punched him in the balls before elbowing him in the face, causing him to fall before a masked man with a long black cape swept into the room and the atmosphere immediately lifted up.

"And you're gonna love us," The masked man said and he punched the leader and Hermione went for the other thugs, already knocking one unconscious before making her way to the second.

"Behind you!" Alfred shouted at her and Hermione grabbed the man's wrist who had a gun in and shot his opponent before head butting the man behind her in the face. She threw her handbag at Alfred who caught it and the adrenaline rush was running through her fast and she felt addicted towards it, it felt like a drug to her.

The masked man had already knocked three out and Hermione had knocked two out and all that was left was the leader and she walked next to the capped man, arms up in guard as though she was prepared for a boxing match.

"Good work back there," He said, his voice was deep and yet Hermione felt like she knew that voice, somehow she couldn't place where.

"Thanks, you too," She replied. "Though I hate fighting in dresses," She heard the masked man chuckle.

That was when the leader had a knife pointing at the end of his shoe and stuck it into her new friend left bicep. This made Hermione have plenty of time to tackle the stranger to the ground, straddling him and she pressed her arm against his throat tightly, making it him harder for him to breath.

"What do you want me to do with this guy?" She asked out loud, not really caring who answered before panting becoming slightly out of breath. The masked man stood up carefully before taking the knife out of his leg.

"Knock him unconscious, I'll deal with him later," He said gruffly.

"My pleasure," She did just that and the man laid slump on the floor.

"Somebody call the police and get these idiots arrested," She demanded whilst accepting the stranger hand offer to get her back up.

"Take of his mask," Her friend suggested and Hermione looked at him closely, not doing as he asked.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" She asked raising an eyebrow. The crowd around them seemed to be vanishing, perhaps out of sheer panic. "I know we just fought side by side an all but I would like to know who you are,"

"I'm Batman," He said it firmly as though that was where he would rather have the conversation ended. Even though she had no idea who this 'Batman' person was-and that irritated her more than anything because she was the know-it-all and she should know everything-she left it at that.

"Hermione are you hurt?" She heard Alfred asked and she looked up and smiled before shaking her head. Alfred passed her bag back.

"No, I'll probably wake up with bruises in the morning though," She grinned. "Are you?"

"No luckily," He replied. "Come, the police are here and you need your rest before they question you," He took her by the arm, leaving Batman in the hall dealing with the guests.

"Alfred," She said as they entered her room and she sat on her bed, putting her bag on her bed "Who is Batman?"

Alfred cocked his head to the side and frowned. "You have no idea who Batman is?" He asked her as though he couldn't quite believe that somebody did not know who Batman was.

"I lived in England for most of my life remember?" She said rolling her eyes.

"Ah yes. I'll tell you all about him another time my dear, for now is not the time." Hermione had to agree. Fighting in a navy blue dress has certainly not agreed with her and she watched Alfred walk towards the door before turning around. "By the way, excellent fighting skills,"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh and went to her wardrobe to change into something more comfortable.