Alright, so a lot of people have been asking me why Harry isn't using magic in combat. The answer is really simple I just hadn't thought of that. I'll try to remember Harry is indeed capable of magic when writing the next fighting scene.

Also, I haven't changed it here because it wouldn't fit (or it would, but it would ask too much work) so Harry is still not using magic.

Child's Play cackled maniacally as Robin and Batman stared at him in horror. His hand was still lifted, the gun smoking as it was still aimed at the girl's face, or what was left of it at least. Because of the close proximity, the right half of her face, mainly where her eye used to be, was now a big, bloody hole. Chunks of brain matter were sticking to the parts of her cheek that were still intact and blood oozed from the ginormous wound.

"Whoops! Looks like she couldn't… keep her head on straight!" Child's Play giggled.

"You're sick!" Robin screamed horrified.
"How could you do that! Why would you-"

"You think because I'm a kid, I wouldn't be serious with my threat?!" Child's Play asked annoyed.
"I said: 'If you move, I'll kill her', so that's what I did! What did you think would happen, bird-brain?"

"You killed her!" Robin screamed.

"As I said I would," the young Prince Heir of Crime shrugged.
"Really, you guys shouldn't underestimate me. There's a reason I'm the Joker's Heir!"

With a shout of anger, Robin jumped him. Child's Play laughed maniacally and jumped to the side, only to be hit by a batarang from the Bat himself. The boy criminal went down with a grunt, and Robin was immediately on top of him, cuffing his arms behind his back. Child's Play just giggled and as he was turned on his back, he surged upwards and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Robin's cheek. This was immediately followed by a fist to his stomach. Child's Play grunted again before he threw his head back and laughed loudly. Robin gritted his teeth in anger and smacked the young criminal in the face. This only made Child's Play laugh even harder, causing Robin to hit him again and again until Batman pulled him off the other boy.

"He's not worth it," the Dark Knight told his sidekick.

Child's Play looked up at them and grinned cockily, showing off his missing tooth. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth and nose. His cheek was turning a dark purple and was swollen.

"He's right," he said tauntingly.
"I only blew some chick's head off. Stupid bitch had it coming anyway."

"You bastard!" Robin screamed, pulling free again from Batman's grip.

The boy rushed forward, clearly intending to hurt Child's Play again, but was stopped when Harley appeared and slammed her giant mallet into the young Boy Wonder's pelvis. Robin staggered backwards and slammed into a wall. With a pained groan, the boy slid down, clutching his stomach, face scrunched up in agony from the hit.

"Nobody hurts my baby!" Harley growled warningly.

Harley and Batman battled for a while, but the blonde was quickly defeated by the Dark Knight and put in cuffs as well. Just in time it seemed too, as the sirens of the police finally reached them. It took less than a minute for a Swat Team, led by commissioner Gordon to reach them.

"What about the Joker?" Gordon asked, eyeing Child's Play and Harley warily.

"Escaped," Batman grunted.

Child's Play looked up to his mother and the two shared a proud grin. At least his dad had gotten out, and Harry knew Joker wouldn't let them rot in Arkham too long. He'd be out before the end of the vacation.

"Alright, let's take Harley back to Arkham and the kid to the Youth Detention Centre," the commissioner ordered.

"No. take him to Arkham as well," Batman told him.

"But-"

"Child's Play may be a kid, but he's too dangerous."

"Why, Bats! If I knew I only needed to kill someone to be worth your time, I'd have done it earlier!" Child's Play giggled, creeping several policemen out.

"Why you little-!" Robin growled, stepping forward, only to be stopped by Batman.

"He'll be at his place in Arkham," Batman told the commissioner.

"If you say so, Batman," the man sighed.

. . . . .

Harry sighed annoyed. He was lying on a sofa in the doc's office, still tightly secured in a straitjacket that he was forced to wear whenever he was taken out of his Maximum Security cell. He had really hoped Arkham would be a bit more interesting. It could still be worse he guessed, and besides, this was only the first day, so who knew?

"Alright, Harry, let's start with the beginning, alright?" the doctor, a young man with mousy hair and a crooked nose spoke, smiling at him.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes and sneer at him. Did that idiot seriously think that being nice would work? Harry's mom was a fucking Psychiatrist herself for fuck's sake! Harry knew all the tricks already.

"So, let's talk about why you hurt people," the doctor spoke.

Harry sighed and shuffled around on the couch. The straight jacket was getting pretty uncomfortable, but he refused to complain. This was his first run in the Asylum, and as his dad had told him, he better set up a reputation because he'd be there a lot more often from now on.

"I've got bad blood," he said eventually, sighing sadly.
"I've done bad things. But how can I control myself if I enjoy this nasty habit?"

He started off the lyrics of the Creature Feature song without even fully realizing it, but as soon as he did, he decided to go with it. The doctor didn't seem to notice at all, and just wrote down what he was saying.

"I can hear the voices stirring. All the awful things they're planning!" continued, seeing the way the doctor looked up in surprise at that.

He curled up, as if trying to cover his ears and closed his eyes, sniffling fearfully.

"We'll get you help," the doctor soothed.
"All you need to do is work with us-"

"Oh, I don't play nice," Harry cut in, going back to grinning widely.
"I don't give in. Was it nature, was it nurture? Maybe I was just born evil."

"No one is born evil, Harry," the doctor quickly replied, smiling gently.
"We can help you if you let us. Get you away from those people that have these bad influences on you."

"It's no use. I can't control it," Harry muttered, shaking his head before grinning darkly at the doctor.
"Maybe… it's a sign not to quit."

The doctor blinked in shock at the words, but soon recovered and shook his head.

"Of course it isn't. We could give you medication and a balanced life, protect you," he said.

Harry ignored him and hummed the melody of 'Bad Blood' under his breath before looking at the doctor with his most sincere expression.

"I can guarantee I will do evil things," he started calmly.
"The only way that you can stop me now is if you put me in the ground. Somewhere I'll never be found. I am most disturbed, I deserve to be interred. Don't you dare turn your back on me, I'll attack without a warning sign. Terror lurks in the night."

He could see the psychiatrist shiver at that last part and he grinned maniacally. He started humming the tune under his breath again, only to disturb the man even more. It worked, he could see him glance nervously at him. As expected of an intern. These people stupidly thought he would be easy because he was only 10 years old. Did they forget who raised him?

"I think we're done here for today," the man muttered.

Harry chuckled and waited patiently for the psychiatrist to allow the guards into the room to take him back to his own cell. As soon as they were in the hallway and out of earshot of the young doctor, he started singing quietly.

"I've got nine lives, I've done grim acts. No remorse, should I feel guilty, if I enjoy these warped offences?"

"Shut the hell up, kid!" one of the guards growled, jabbing him in the back with his rifle.

Harry rolled his eyes and started singing on top of his lungs.

"I can hear the voices stirring, all the awful things they're planning! I don't feel pain, I don't back down. My thoughts are filled with cruel intentions. Maybe my conscience is possessed!"

They arrived at his cell, opposite to his mother's. She shouted in anger in the way Harry was shoved in roughly and slammed her hands against the bulletproof glass, snarling at the guards. Harry just laughed, waiting for them to remove the straight jacket and lock the door. As he was alone in his cell, he watched the guards, a sinister smile stretching his lips as he continued his song.

"It's no use, I can't control it. Maybe it's a sign not to quit."

The last part was almost done in a whisper, and he could see a shiver of fear go up one of the guard's spine. The other one, the same that had tried to shut Harry up earlier growled and slammed his gun against the glass, sneering at the boy.

"This is a sign to quit, kid," he growled.

"You're the boss," Harry replied shrugging.

. . . . .

After one week in Arkham, people started to know him. The guards that had been nicer to Harry at first because of his age quickly learned better after he'd stabbed one of them in the throat. Sadly, he was still alive, but in critical condition at the hospital. His doctor had been reprimanded for falling for his trick after several Psychiatrist had started analyzing his conversation, and one of them, after two days of discussing Harry's mental state, realized he knew the song. Harry had laughed in their faces when they came to confront him about it.

At the moment, he was playing chess with the Riddler, who had been arrested about a month before Harry and Harley had, while his mom was watching TV. They were in the common room, where most prisoners could spend their day. Harry was still in his strait jacket, but he was bare footed and used his toes to move his pieces. Riddler had been disgusted at first, but had quickly gotten over it in the end.

A loud explosion shook the whole building, and the guards immediately jumped up, taking out their guns as they rushed out of the room towards where the explosion had come from. Another loud boom had some of the less insane inmates jump in fright while Harry giggled madly.

"Explosions!" he shouted gleefully, before scowling.
"And I'm not doing it! Why am I not exploding things?"

"Because you're locked in Arkham and stuffed in a straitjacket," Riddler pointed out.

"Boo!" Harry pouted childishly.

The third explosion was followed by one of the walls blowing inwards, sending brick and debris all over the room. Many of the criminals had now gotten up and were staring curiously at the large hole in the wall. To Harry's great surprise, two teens stood in the hole. He recognized the youngest easily from his clothes and mask, as he had worn the same thing by the robbery that had landed him in there in the first place, and the taller one quickly lifted his own mask. He grinned at Harry, pale blue eyes sparking with mischief, making Harry grin back.

"Camron!" he exclaimed.
"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Repaying a debt," the teen chuckled.
"When I heard you were here, I immediately volunteered to bust you out."

Harry grinned widely and quickly made his way over, jumping over the larger bricks easily. Harley, Riddler, and most all other incarcerated criminals followed suite, and soon enough, the whole courtyard was filled with escaped convicts, all either starting a riot, or silently sneaking away. Harry, along with his two saviors and his mom made their way to the back entrance, where the Joker, Dave, Don, Jane and aunt Kate were waiting for them.

"How was Arkham, kiddo?" Joker asked grinning.

"I had fun," Harry replied, shrugging casually.

Joker and Jane both threw their heads back and laughed loudly. While all the other adults grinned at him. Kate approached Harry and quickly undid his straitjacket while Don undid the one on Harley.

"I'm afraid vacation is almost over now though, little prince," the younger sister of his mom told him amused.

"An' Mr. Joker said ya still had schoolwork ta do," Jane added smirking.

"It's only Math…" Harry muttered pouting.

"How about getting out of here before the cops get here, boss?" Dave suggested nervously.

"Drive, Donny!" Joker cackled, while jumping in the back of the van, along with the others.
"Welcome home, kiddo, Pumpkin!"

"My hero, Puddin'!" Harley squealed, hugging Joker.

. . . . .

Harry and Gabe walked into the schoolyard together, talking excitedly. Harry was very happy with Gabe's decision to stay with him and Joker. The past events over the holidays had opened his eyes, and had given him a new respect for the Clown Prince of Crime.

"Harry! Gabe!" Dick called out, waving at them.

He was sitting next to Barbara and Bette, who were both smiling as well. Bette jumped up immediately when she saw them approach and hugged Harry.

"I missed you!" the girl yelled happily.

"I missed you too!" Harry yelled back, giggling as he wrapped his arms around the girl.

As he let go of the girl, he moved towards Dick. The other boy tried to dodge his bone-breaking hug, but wasn't fast enough to avoid getting caught. Under the thunderous laughter of their friends, Harry planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Dick's cheek. Giggling, he took a step back, not noticing the scowl on his friends face as he moved to do the same with Barbara, only to get a kick in the guts when he came too close.

"I don't want any cooties from you," the redhead told him.

"Fine. No hug for you, Boring Betty," Harry shot back, sticking out his tongue.

"Hey!" Bette called, playing offended.

"Not you! You're Fun Bette!"

"So, how was your holiday, Harry? Bette just told us about her stay at her family in LA," Dick asked.

"Nothing special," Harry replied with a shrug.
"Gabe stayed over the last week, so that was fun. But not much else happened."

"Yeah," Dick replied, nodding.
"Mine was pretty boring too. I did hear about that Child's Play killing a woman in the mall though."

"What happened to him anyway? After he was arrested, I heard a rumor they put him in Arkham, but that can't be true, can it?" Harry asked wide eyed.
"I mean, I know he's totally messed up and dangerous, but he's about our age, isn't he? Arkham would eat him alive!"

He almost winced at his own words, but he kept his expression innocent and curious.

"My dad told me he escaped along with Harley last week," Barbara replied.

"You mean he really was in Arkham?!" Bette exclaimed shocked.

"Exactly where he belongs if you ask me," Dick muttered darkly.

The song is Bad Blood by Creature Feature