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"Greetings from the fifth dimension! I'm Bat-Mite, and I'm Batman's BIGGEST FAN! Now I suppose you are all wondering 'Where did the author go?' Well let's just say he is a little tied up at the moment."
"Mmpf! Mmpf!"
"Oh he is such a laugh! Now I have decided to commandeer this story for a bit to look at the reviews and answer some questions. Let us see here... Oh! Here is a good one. A review from Loveless150050 states, 'Ok so I've read the story, and I must say you have a good idea to have Bruce be Harry's dad' A MOST EXCELLENT POINT LOVELESS150050! Ahem, he continues with 'But the good things end their, you need to add more detail on how has (he) come into Bruce's hands.' Well that is why I am here adoring fans! You see some moron…."
"Mmpf! Mmpf! Mmpf! Mmpf! Mmpfmmpf!"
"Ignore him. Now as I was saying the esteemed author of this universe was going to leave it up for speculation. Poor taste I know. So I will be showing you what I like to call memory clippings. So without further delay…."
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Chapter 10
Memory Lane
A car is seen driving down a forested path on a cloudy moonless night. It pulls up to a decrepit old manor gate.
"Hurry Vernon, I don't want to be in this horrible city any longer than we have to." A horse-faced woman whispered.
"Of course dear." Vernon a walrus of a man replied, "She is the only other freak of the family though!" He takes out a car-seat with a raven-haired baby in it. He hobbles over to the gate and sets it next to and already present duffle bag. They drive off as fast as they can as lightning crashes overhead illuminating the gate that reads 'ARKHAM ASYLUM'.
"Let's fast forward shall we?"
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"Ivy you're going back to Arkham." A dark and foreboding figure growls.
"Of course Batman." Ivy sighs, "I've had a bit of a surprise tonight anyways. Just promise me one thing."
"I'll consider it." Batman answers warily ready for a fight.
"Find a good home for my nephew," Ivy waved her hand making leaves and vines shift and part revealing a bright eyed raven-haired one-year old. "His name is Harrison Potter. I trust you know of the current problem in England that just ended?"
"Hmm." Batman glares causing Ivy to flinch. "Harrison James Potter, son of James and Lillian Potter. Explain."
"The guard I was controlling brought back my escape package, and a car-seat with him." Ivy paused and gestured towards Harry. "There was letter from my sister's adoptive family about it and a letter from Albus Dumbledore. Some headmaster of a school out in Scotland."
"Very well," Batman said, "I keep you updated on his well-being. As long as you quit causing trouble."
"If I was capable of tears I would be crying." Ivy waves as she heads out the door, "Thanks, and I can find my way back to my cell."
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A five year old boy is tossing in his sleep crying. He jolts awake and finds himself feeling like he is being squeezed through a straw and pulled apart at the same time. It stops and he is in a dark vehicle moving at high speeds through the city streets. He comes to his senses looking to his right and freezes.
"Master Bruce! Young Harrison is gone! It appears he vanished into thin air!" Alfred's panicked voice came over the speakers.
"Sorry Alfred," The boy whispered causing a dark and foreboding figure to jerk the wheel suddenly. Harry paused for a moment, then it dawned on him, "My dad is Batman!" He pumped his small fist in the air nightmare forgotten. "Hey dad can I dri…."
"No."
"Aww Man!"
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"Happy seventh birthday Harry." Bruce said as he uncovered the boy's eyes.
"Wow," Harry looked at a familiar red and green armor. "Really? This is mine."
"When your training is at a high enough level yes." Bruce switched into Batman mode kneeling in front of the soon to be Robin. "This is a very important role you will take on. When we are out there you will do what I say, when I say it. Any rule breaking and you're done. Stay caught up in school, and keep good grades or you're done. Remember this," Batman paused thinking back to first time he gave this speech.
"Yeah boss?" Harry stood ramrod straight.
"As Robin," Batman stood up and finished, "You are the light that counters my darkness. Now! First and most important, footwork."
"Hey boss?" Harry inquired while copying the stance. "Can I dri…"
"No."
"Aww Man!"
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"Dad?" An eight year old boy in a hospital bed spoke, "What are you doing here?"
"You got hurt." Bruce responded.
"Duh! It happens! You might be my dad but the city needs someone else more. Now go!" The boy glared at his father/mentor.
"If you need to talk." Bruce got up and walked to the door.
"Yeah yeah," Harry sighed, "Hey can I dri…"
"No."
"I almost DIED!"
"Duh, it happens." Bruce smirked and left. Harry sat staring at the door with his jaw hanging in shock as Richard Grayson pushed in Barbara Gordon on a wheelchair.
"What's with the look kid?" Barbara asked.
"Dad told a joke." Harry replied still in shock.
"Yeah, and the Joker is a humanitarian." Richard said voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I swear he did!" Harry shouted then winced from the sudden movement.
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"You two just need to admit you like each other." Robin deadpanned.
"Aw," A woman in a cat costume cooed, "The little birdy thinks he knows us."
"Selena," Batman voiced, "turn yourself in and return what you stole."
"I like my chances Br…Batman," Catwoman countered, "after all, I'm not the one about to be fed to the lions." Selena paused taking a thinking pose, "Although I would miss that handsome face."
"Oh Great!" Robin shouted, "Now she's flirting…GAG!"
"Then why feed me…"
"Ahem!"
"…us to the lions." Batman spoke up. Why not use your talents to help others Selena? After all I hate seeing cats in a cage."
"Now he's flirting too!" Robin yelled out, "WHY?! It makes no sense!"
"When you're older little bird." Selena purred, poking Robin's forehead.
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Selena and Bruce standing before an altar in the Gotham Cathedral, exchanging vows.
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Bruce and Harry working on a prototype prosthetic leg; talking over the latest Batman case.
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Harry showing his Hogwarts letter to Bruce and Selena, talking a million-miles-a-minute.
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"Well hasn't this been fun for everyone?"
"Mmpf!"
"You don't count."
"MMPF!?"
"I'm bored of you ignoramuses. So I'm going to Earth-16! I hear someone has a LIGHT problem. So it promises cheap laughs and lack of boredom!"
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THE END?