Alright, so I've been having trouble with this site. I can't read any of the reviews sent to me in the past four days AT ALL for ALL OF MY STORIES.

I tried to send a mail to support to ask about this problem, since my best friend has the same thing going on, but I CAN'T and I don't know what to do. Just so you guys know, I'm very pissed off at this…

I anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know by PM (because just sending a review obviously won't help)


All too soon, the summer was over, and it was time for Harry to start Elementary school. With that, his whole morning routine was switched up. Instead of training with his mom for an hour, he only had half an hour every morning, which would be used mainly for yoga. Then breakfast before the live-in goon of that week would drive him to Gotham Public Elementary School.

Harry was really nervous for his first day, but his parents were quick to comfort him. Joker promised he could beat up anyone who bothered him – Harry was already pretty well trained, and with some well-placed not-so-accidental accidental magic, he could achieve a lot – while Harley assured him he was a wonder of a child and a delight to be around, so he needn't worry at all.

The car stopped right in front of the school porch, and the driver waited patiently until Harry got out. The boy smiled shakily at the unfriendly looking criminal and waved at him when he got out. The driver rolled the window down to hand Harry his lunch box with a large scowl on his face.

"Thanks, Frank," Harry beamed.

Frank grinned at him, showing off yellowed teeth with a few missing and ruffled the child's hair.

"See ya later, kid," the man huffed gruffly before speeding off.

Harry scowled and ruffled through his own hair, wondering why everyone kept doing it. Not that he disliked it or anything – it felt quite good – but it just confused him that they were so casual about hugging and touching when the only touches he had ever gotten with the Dursleys were beatings.

Slowly, Harry walked over the playground of the school, watching parents of his classmates to-be hug their children and cry. Harry wasn't jealous of them at all. His own parents had said their goodbyes to him before he stepped in the car, and his mom had even cut the tires to make him stay at home, so they had to use the reserve car.

"Hello!"

Harry turned his head to look at the blond haired girl that was smiling brightly at him. She looked to be his own age, and had a bright pink Hello Kitty schoolbag on her shoulders. Harry smiled at her.

"Hello," he greeted.

"My name is Bette. I'll be a first year this year. You too, right? What's your name?" the girl started off, talking really fast as her smile grew with every word.

"I'm Harry, and I'm a first year too," Harry introduced himself, chuckling.

"Nice to meet you!" Bette beamed.
"I just moved here with my mom and dad 'cause aunt Kate lives near here."

"I haven't lived here long either, to be honest," Harry told her.

"I could tell from the accent," the girl giggled, making Harry laugh as well.

He liked her enthusiasm. He and Bette talked for the longest time, sitting on a bench next to the large building that was their school as they watched the other kids play. Gabriel came up to him at one point, along with two of his friends to greet Harry and welcome him to the school. The other boy was a year older than Harry, and was a second year. He made Harry promise to come to him if he ever had any trouble and left again. Eventually, the bell rang and they all went inside.

Their homeroom teacher was a very stern looking woman with brown hair tied in a high bun at the back of her head and a flower blouse and long white skirt. Harry thought about how much different she looked than his mom, who liked to wear tight fitting clothes that showed off her boobs and hips and she liked dark colors best. Harry liked his mom better. The way his teacher dressed reminded him of Petunia, and he didn't like her.

"Alright, let's start with all introducing ourselves," the teacher started, smiling sweetly at them.
"My name is Alice Gerald, but you can all call me Miss Alice. Now, raise your hand and say your name and something interesting about yourself."

Bette, who sat next to Harry in the front row immediately stuck out her arm, jumping eagerly in her chair. Miss Alice smiled indulgently and nodded for the blond to talk.

"I'm Bette Kane!" the girl said enthusiastically.
"I just moved here with my mom and dad."

"Hello, Bette," Miss Alice greeted before allowing the next to introduce himself.

"I'm Nikki McDonald," a boy a few rows behind Harry introduced with an annoyingly high voice for a boy.
"I like going skating with my big brother and sister. I'm really good at it."

Again, the teacher greeted the boy and moved on to the next. Harry grew increasingly annoyed by the teacher's behavior. At first, sight, she seemed alright. Kind enough with her smile and soft voice, but Harry, having lived with the Dursleys, could see right through the nice person disguise. This woman acted exactly the same as his aunt Petunia used to when they had visitors. Very nice and kind and helpful, but once the doors closed behind the guests, she was all sneers and disgust and terrible gossip. He doubted miss Alice would be any different.

"Looks like you're the last one!" Miss Alice said to Harry.

Harry looked up at the teacher with a blank expression. Her smile was too fake for his liking. At least his mom and dad meant it when they smiled. He could already see Miss Alice judging him and he didn't like it at all. Plastering an equally bright and fake smile on his face, Harry sat up straight and introduced himself.

"I'm Harrison Riddle, but everyone calls me Harry," he said, using the name his dad had told him to use.
"I'm an orphan, and I used to live with my aunt and uncle until they got killed… shot in the head by a criminal right in front of my eyes. I live here now for almost a year with my adoptive family."

The whole class was silent, the teacher staring in shock at Harry while Bette seemed absolutely horrified. Harry ignored them all and just opened his textbook to browse through it while Miss Alice tried to get the class back in track by stammering the first order of business.

. . . . .

Harry was really happy with the result of his first school day. He'd showed his classmates he wasn't to be hurt, just like his dad hat taught him to, by coming across as confident and strong. The other boys all towered over him easily, but thanks to his training with both his parents, Harry knew he could take them on if he had to, so he wasn't scared like he used to be of Dudley. He only hoped it would work, because now it seemed that Bette was scared of him too, since she hadn't tried to talk to him again since lunch break, where Harry had gotten into a little fight with a boy three years their senior and won. Miss Alice had gotten really angry and threatened with detention, but in the end she'd let Harry off with a warning.

By the time Frank came to pick him up, Harry was already sitting on the curb next to the school porch along with Gabriel, who would be going with them as his dad was on a job and his mom was apparently dead. The little boy smiled brightly at his chauffeur/bodyguard and grabbed his bag, rushing up to the sleek car to sit in the back with Gabriel. He greeted the man cheerfully, making the criminal chuckle fondly and turn in his seat to ruffle Harry's hair. Harry smiled even wider, strangely enough having missed the feeling of someone's hand on his head.

"I take it school went well?" he asked amused.

"I didn't make any friends, but I did what dad told me," Harry replied grinning.
"Asse- assa-ass… my autotonity… uhm…"

"Assert your authority," Frank chuckled.
"Good boy. I'm sure the Joker and Harley will be proud when they get back."

"Get back?" Harry asked confused.
"Where did they go this time?"

"Apparently, Batman got a whiff of our location, so they went into hiding."

"We'll go to them now, though, right?" Harry asked hopeful.

"I'm afraid not," Frank replied, looking at Harry apologetically.
"Joker was really clear that you shouldn't get involved just yet."

"Is my dad with them?" Gabriel asked curiously.

"Not sure. Either he's with them or he's picking up a new shipment of guns at the bay," Frank replied.

Harry scowled confused and looked out the window, watching the houses and buildings move past as they sped through the city towards the rougher sides of Gotham. They weren't on their way to aunt Ivy's either, since she was stuck in Arkham for the moment, so Harry had honestly no idea where they would be going now.

"Where're we going?" Gabriel asked curiously.

"The Joker made an arrangement with the Riddler, that Harry here could always stay with him if he needed to," Frank told them, grinning at Harry through the mirror.
"Apparently you made quite the impression on him and he wants to teach you his own tricks of the trade."

"Like mom and dad and aunt Ivy?" Harry asked.

"Exactly like them," Frank chuckled.
"We're here by the way."

Frank parked the car in front of an old apartment building. Harry scowled a bit, wondering if the normal looking home could be the hideout of someone like the Riddler. Not that Harry had talked a lot with the man or anything. They'd only met once, at Harry's birthday, and the Riddler had spent most of his time with telling Harry all kinds of riddles, most of which he hadn't been able to answer.

Harry and Gabriel followed Frank into the building and up three flights of stairs before they reached a door. It looked exactly the same as all the other doors in the building, only green. Harry wondered if that was the Riddler's favorite color. It was his favorite at least.

"I heard the Riddler is a weird one," Gabriel whispered to him.
"Not like Joker weird, but he's really reclusive and talks in riddles all the time."

The two boys waited patiently as his bodyguard knocked on the door three times. He could hear shuffling inside, but no one opened the door.

"What walks on four legs in morning, on two legs at noon and on three legs in the evening?" a muffled voice came from inside.

Harry frowned in thought. Were there really animals who changed how many legs they had depending on the time?

"A human," Frank answered calmly.
"Let us inside, Nigma."

Harry's eyebrows rose past his hairline in confusion and he turned towards Frank, just as the door clicked open. Next to him, Gabriel was scowling in confusion as well.

"How can a human change their legs?" the little boy asked.

"The big guy can come in," Riddler, wearing a green bathrobe and some shorts spoke dryly.
"The kids can stay out here until they get it."

. . . . .

"Do you have homework?" Frank asked when they finished dinner.

Harry looked at his bodyguard and nodded quietly.

"Only math and I did most when I waited for you to pick me up," he replied.
"It's a lot easier than what mom teaches me, so it's no problem."

"Good, 'cause it aint my strong suit anyway," Frank muttered.
"Though I'm pretty sure I can help with elementary school level math."

"Lucky. I have to do English and math! They're difficult…" Gabe grouched.

Harry laughed and pulled out his worksheet. There were only ten math problems on it and he already made six of them. They weren't too hard. He had to think on them of course, but he barely ever needed to use his fingers to count and of that he was really proud. It only took him about five minutes to finish the last four questions and he handed the sheet over to Frank to check them.

"No mistakes at all," the man said, grinning.
"Good job there, Harry. Your parents will be proud."

Harry glowed with pride at the compliment and he sat up straighter. The Riddler, who walked back into the room at that moment, looked over Frank's shoulder and nodded satisfied. Gabe frowned a bit and looked down on his own sheet. He had to do twenty math questions and then he had to start on his English still.

"Now that you're done with that, let's move on to what the Joker asked me to teach you," he said to Harry.
"For the time being, we'll just focus on expanding your logic skills and you English vocabulary, so we'll have your little friend here join for now."

Gabe seemed suddenly a lot happier, but Harry wasn't sure he could follow yet. He blinked. Vocabulary was a big word… as was expanding.

"So… what are you gonna teach us?" he asked confused.

The Riddler sighed in aggravation and looked down as Frank chuckled amused.

"I have a feeling I'll have my work cut out for me," the Riddler muttered to himself.

Harry scowled at that, but didn't say a thing. He was really smart! His mom always said so, and so did aunt Ivy and even his dad told him he was a fast learner. He crossed his arms and glared at the Riddler. He'd show them just how smart he was. He'd show him and Riddler would be really surprised!