An: Sakura Liesel asked why Harry didn't mentally attack Dumbles, the Hat and Snape when they were trying to penetrate his mind. The answer is: Because he was very preoccupied trying to block them and despite that idea passing through his head, he was unwilling to let his barely holding together guard down just to throw a punch. His first priority was guarding his mind, also, occlumency and legilimency are separate skills and Harry is only 11 after all. His skills in legilimency are not as good as his skills in occlumency. ALSO, while trying to penetrate his mind, they are trying to basically get to the computer in the bat-cave, which is how he has protected his mind. Who says the bat-cave defences don't pack a punch? Also, while the confundo spell more like trying to confuse Harry enough to bend his will to Dumbles' command, it doesn't mean that an instinctual defence will dissolve. One would need an Imperio or something more forceful to do that and forceful spells can be actively fought back against and Harry has the ability to overthrow the Imperio. In my story, the beauty of the confundo is that it works in the background, confusing Harry and messing with his mind so that Harry will basically follow Albus' will because his own will is far too weakened to make his own decisions. It can't be sensed and fought back against like the Imperio. The only way to completely overthrow it is to reinstate your will completely, in which case, you will stop listening to the caster's orders.

I hope you enjoy. Thank you, Sakura Liesel and Golden Bearded Dragon for the reviews.

*** Wayne Manor, Gotham city

Harry was still healing from his injuries. Despite his protests that Harry should go to a hospital, Alfred was still attending to Harry himself.

"You need to take him to a professional, Master Bruce!" griped Alfred, as he precisely sewed together Harry's gash on his thigh with a practised hand that screamed professionality.

"You are a professional, Alfred." Said Bruce with a roll of his eyes as he tended to his wizard-buster armour. It has taken a lot of dark curses and the enchantments on it were beginning to wear out from all of the strain. While Bruce could monitor and manipulate the magic, neither he nor harry could produce the magic required to make the suit run, he needed to get Zatanna to drop by and help him with that.

Bruce's watch beeped a code red distress signal from Dick. Bruce was immediately on alert and halfway through changing into his strongest "regular" bat-suit.

Dick was too proud to use the bat distress signal unless he was literally at death's door.

Bruce was out of the bat-cave before Alfred could say, "Where are you off to now, Master Bruce?"

*** Outskirts of Gotham city

Nightwing flipped over the latest barrage of bullets and sent several Wing-Dings flying at Deathstroke before running at him and smashing both his batons into space where Deathstroke was half a second before.

Deathstroke aimed a roundhouse kick at Nightwing, catching him in his already broken jaw and sending him flying into the wall.

Deathstroke pulled the trigger of his gun, shooting the bullet at Dick's heart.

From his place embedded in the rubble, Nightwing shifted slightly so that the bullet didn't hit ay vital organs but still winced when it went through his body, opening yet another hole.

From a crater in the ground, another figure stood up, covered in dust and blood, the person still stood up, huge and hulking much taller than both Nightwing and Deathstroke.

"Ah, my… acquaintance has decided to join us again." Said Deathstroke, saying the word 'acquaintance' with great distaste.

Bane ran towards Nightwing like a raging bull, his almost comically large muscles bulging as he got ready to go in for a punch.

Nightwing grimaced.

He threw his last smoke bomb and pulled himself up to the top of the wall that he had crashed into, it creaked with suspect integrity.

Without any of the hesitation that he would usually have when doing this, he pressed the red button with a bat symbol that resided on his belt. It responded to his fingerprint by starting to pulsate bright red before making a crackling sound.

"Dick, where are you!" said Bruce's voice in the wireless earpiece in Dick's ear.

"Jewellers lane, Gotham. I'm fighting Deathstroke and Bane."

Batman's voice came over the radio again, this time much more worried.

"Are you okay?"

"Not really…"

The flurry of bullets that he managed to get out of the way of, signified that he had been discovered.

He sent another few Wing-Dings at both opponents.

Bane dodged them all expertly.

Deathstroke shot every single one out of the air with the custom machine gun in his hand.

"Close combat is really not my style…" sighed Deathstroke.

Bane, on the other hand, made the inhuman leap up the wall, aiming another punch at Nightwing. It connected with the force of a pickup truck, breaking at least a few bones and sending Nightwing flying into the apartment building that was inside the walls that he had been sitting on.

Nightwing groaned and picked himself off the floor and unsheathed his batons just in time to try and use them to block another devastating punch from Bane.

After the first punch was blocked, Bane demonstrated his prowess in freeform martial arts by sending a flurry of punches and kicks that Nightwing flipped, ducked and dodged out of the way off.

He was just about fast enough to dodge the hits but knew he was tiring. He was getting light-headed from the loss of blood too.

Nightwing unhooked his emergency stum-gun and sent 100,000 volts at Bane.

Bane fell to one knee, shivering.

Nightwing capitalized on the small inconvenience caused by the device that would have knocked out a regular man 10 times over.

He sent several Wing-Dings at Bane, all of which exploded on contact, some of them leaving scratches, others gashes that bled freely.

He then smashed his batons into Bane's skull repeatedly.

Last and most importantly, he just about managed to tear through the venom pipes with a Wing-Ding that he had in his hand.

Bane twitched on the floor and collapsed unconscious, a state that Nightwing was feeling very close to himself.

Deathstroke jumped into the wrecked apartment himself.

"I should never have trusted that brute." Said Deathstroke, aiming his gun at Dick, casually.

Deathstroke fired.

"Shit…"

An: I hope you enjoyed this super short chapter.