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.

I'm killing them all, I put my soul on the line,
I purify sins that I committed in life
I'll follow them all and I'll bring them down
Wherever they go, I'm right behind

Murder-Within Temptation

Hermione arrived at Gotham's police station alone. She had told Alfred that she would apparate back to Bruce's manor to save him time so he could make tea for them later that night.

She met Gordon at the desk who was more than happy to see her as he dragged her through the bustling crowd and made there way downstairs to the basement.

"We managed to get his name," Gordon said as they entered the lift. "But that's all we could manage." The lift jolted to an unsteady halt, making Hermione lose her balance a bit before following him out. It was colder than she had expected and if she wasn't in a muggle environment, she would've casted a warming spell on herself.

Commissioner Gordon led her through another pair of doors and into a room full of other detectives and normal police officers.
"Everyone, can I have your attention please?" Gordon shouted. At once, the noise level dropped and turned round to face them, making Hermione uncomfortable with so many eyes on her. "This is Hermione Granger. She will be interrogating Sander Coen today," Some nodded and some muttered nervously to each other, not sure if they should trust her.

They ordered her to leave her bag on the side, promising her that they wouldn't look through it(she'll be in hell of a lot of trouble if they found her wand in there) and with a notepad and pen, she was pushed into another room-however, this time alone.

The room she was in was fairly large with dusty white bricks and three observation mirrors that she knew she was being watched from behind. Her eyes slowly trailed to the middle of the room, her shoes banging against the cold stone floor, making an echoing noise.

In the middle of the room, there were two chairs, a table with a tape recorder and an untouched 'Big Hunk' chocolate bar. She sat down, placing the note pad and pen neatly upon the table when the door opened again and a police officer dragged in what appeared to be Sander Coen-the leader of the gang that gatecrashed Bruce's party two nights before.

After Sander sat down in the obviously uncomfortable chair opposite her, the police officer stalked out of the room-slamming the door behind him.

Hermione studied the man before her, watching him squirm in his seat. He was taller than her, she noted. Without the balaclava on, he had long black hair that reached down past his shoulders, his dark brown eyes were narrow and he had a narrow, straight and thin moustache that was closely clipped. She cleared her throat and turned on the recorder.

"This is Hermione Granger," Sander head twitched at this. "Interrogating Sander Coen on 25th June 2000. The interrogation has now begun," She faced Sander again and was about to say something else when Sander jumped forwards, slamming his sweaty palms onto the desk, making her jump and sniffed her. She sat still, blood pounding through her veins fiercely before he sat down again licking his lips.

"You looked different from the night of the party," He stated. He accent reminded her somewhere in south of Italy, she thought.

"It was a party, of course I looked different," She scoffed. "That's besides the point. If you answer all of my questions correctly you will have Big Hunk," He made a reach to grab it but he was too slow, Hermione was quicker and he reluctantly sat back down again.

Sanders lips curled up a bit but he nodded in agreement.

"Good, now we can begin," She pushed back a strand of hair behind her ear. "How did you come to know my name when I only arrived in America a few days ago?"

Sander grinned. "We have many spiders in Gotham," Spiders, she thought. He must mean spies.

"And do you work for these spiders?"

He shrugged. "I used to be the leader of the spiders until someone better came along. But I get the best part of the bargain,"

"And who is in charge now?" She pressed. "Who is it?"

"You're just a pawn to them," Sander suddenly said, trying to change the subject.

"I'm sorry?" Hermione blinked.

"You're just a pawn to them all. The police are only needing you to question me. They think I'm stupid but I'm not," He clasped his hands together and sniggered. "But you are,"

"To me it looks like you're the pawn for whoever you're working for and if you quit distracting me you'll get locked up again,"

"I won't." He snickered, Hermione wanted to ask him why but decided that was not the point of this interrogation. Merlin, these muggles were hard work.

"Where are you from?"

"Italy, nearly Catanzaro. I moved here because I got bored," Everyone gets bored. Even I...

"Is that why you turned to crime Mr. Coen?" She asked, making notes.

"It is nearly all the reasons why we turned to crime. We get bored and everyone wants a bit of adventure in our lives, not going to harm anyone,"

"It harms innocent people." She glared at him. "By doing crime, you are harming the innocent-"

At this, Sander barked out a laugh. "Don't you see Granger? Nobody is ever innocent, not even you. I know all about you and who you truly are," For a moment, she forgot that she was being watched, being voice recorded and just sat there listening to her heart beating furiously in her chest.

"Do you Sander?" She asked coldly. "Tell me, what do you know about me?"
Sander leaned forward, making sure he was away from the voice recorder and whispered the exact words she had been dreading to hear.

"You're a witch," He whispered in her ear. "A witch," He repeated before sitting down and this time, he cackled.

She watched him cackle, unable to do anything as she was shocked at how a stranger could know she was a witch. Was she really that obvious here? Was she being followed by the spiders Sander talked about?

Too busy in her own thoughts, she didn't notice Sander grabbing the Big Hunk bar and opening it. At the sound of rustling paper, she snapped back into reality.

"Wait-No!" She shouted, but she was too late, he already took a bite out of it. "Sander, you haven't finished my questions,"

Sander coughed. "No, but I have finished my time here," He said, coughing more. Suddenly realizing that there was something wrong, she rushed to his side, desperate to finish this interrogation.

"Quick, tell me who you are working for!" She cried desperately, she heard footsteps from the outside coming closer.

"Tell Batman..." He coughed, shaking violently. "That there is another Sweet Tooth in town," With that, he collapsed into unconsciousness and had a fit on the floor, the doors slammed open and Gordon with a few medics marched in.

"Shit," Gordon said. "Not again," He dragged Hermione back towards the door and she turned her head to see Sander stomach explode with a loud horrible crunching sound. His organs and blood splattered everywhere over the interrogation room and some blood just splattered over her face.

"Again?" She repeated, blanched. "It happened again?"

"We brought in the other members and were about to interrogate them when they seem to have took something that made there bodies explode," Gordon explained giving Hermione a wash towel. "We think this is what the new gang members have been working on, trying to get some sort of poison in those sweets that make our bodies explode-We fear they are only testing it out on their own before it goes out into the open,"

Hermione looked horrified as she wiped off Sander blood. But if these spiders were working on that, what could they possibly want with her?

"But if they're too busy working on that," She said carefully. "What could they possibly want with me?"

Gordon shrugged. "That's what we're trying to find out. Here, fill out these documents and after that, you're free to go. Good work tonight, you managed to make him talk whilst the others couldn't," He patted her on the back before going off in the other direction, shouting orders to his fellow workers.

She filled out the documents and handed them in at the desk before going to the toilets. She figured that she wouldn't be watched there and she took out her wand out of her hand bag and locked herself in the cubicle.

This was her final chance at finding out who Batman was. The police must have something on Batman and no matter how long it took her, she was going to figure out who Batman was. Even if that meant risking her own neck.

She quickly casted a disillusionment charm on herself and slowly walked out of the cubicle, and sticking close to the walls-trying to blend in-she quietly had her destination in her mind and got her wand out. "Point me," She whispered.

It took her up three floors, ignoring the lift and taking the stairs it took a longer process but she couldn't risk being seen whilst using magic. Turning right, she was led down an empty corridor that was heavily guarded by CCTV. Just to her luck, the door of the room she needed to go in opened and a woman came out and she quickly made her way in.

The room she was in was dimly lit and had different aisles of shelves covered in paper based documents. She bit back a sigh before whispering Point Me again.

It turned out Batman documents were not that far away from her and for that, she was thankful as that meant she could keep her eye on the door.

Bingo, she thought as she knelt down to have a look at the documents. Now I can really see who you are Batman...