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(Last Time)
Looking down into an alleyway that stank of blood, Batman's eyes narrowed as he watched several paramedics load up the last of the injured gangbangers.
A new player was in the city, one that didn't play by the rules.
Standing up from where he had been kneeling on the top of a high-rise building, Batman looked across the city, his eyes narrowed as he saw a bright orange speck, far off in the distance, take to the air.
There was a killer in his city, at least two of those gangbangers were dead, and he wouldn't rest until whoever had killed them, had been brought to justice.
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Chapter 5
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(Twenty Minutes Later)
Flying lazily through the air, Harry reached out and skimmed his hands along the smooth, cold glass surface of a fancy high rise building, before spinning off. His body twisting through the air as he altered his course and shot off to the side, gliding lazily over the rooftops as he headed away from the seedier side of Gotham, and over to the wealthy side where the social elite lived within their posh, gated communities.
If he ignored the slight taste of pollution from the many cars and trucks that crawled through Gotham's many narrow streets, he could almost say he was enjoying himself.
He loved the feeling of the cold wind rushing over his face, and the sheer freedom he felt soaring through the air with nothing but open sky in front of him. Just flying through the air under his own power, in defiance of gravity. It made him feel untethered from reality, and from the banality of being human. Up here in the air he was alive, but not only that he was also free. Free from the expectations of others, free from the day to day humdrum lives others lived, and free from responsibility, and everything that came with that heinous word.
Out of all the aspects of his powers, the ability to fly was probably his favourite one.
No longer did he need to rely on others to get around, not when he could fly under his own power.
He would never be trapped or subject to the will of another again, not now he could just fly away on a whim.
It was a wonderful feeling.
Then again, this whole week had been pretty incredible as far as he was concerned.
Not only had he fought off an alien invasion like a champ, but he had also met two beautiful, exotic girls; both around his own age and with powers of their own.
On top of that, he had just stolen a ton of money, jewels and other generic loot, mostly from criminals; enough to last him perhaps a year or so with the right fence. And now, as the icing on the cake, he was about to enjoy a night in a jacuzzi with his two hot new friends.
So yeah, all things considered, he was having a good week.
A week which had been made all the better by the fact he now had, no matter how temporarily, companions.
Which isn't to say he didn't enjoy the frivolous life of indulgence and irresponsibility he usually lived when he was by himself.
But he wasn't prideful enough to deny the fact that living that life could get pretty damn lonely when it was just him.
Ever since he had fled the Dursley household, he had become somewhat of a nomad by nature, a drifter of sorts that moved from place to place, never stopping anywhere for long and never really making any real friends.
That said, he would at least say he was a high class drifter.
He didn't stay in shitty motels or youth hostels.
No, he always tried to stay in the most expensive and lavish place he could find, a place he could use as a fancy home base. A place where he could live in the lap of luxury for a while, and be waited on hand and foot, even as he frittered away his ill-gotten gains in the most extravagant, over the top and stupid ways he could think of. He liked to enjoy everything life had to offer.
After all, what was the point in being rich if you didn't enjoy it?
Having lived with nothing for the first few years of his life, he just didn't understand people who hoarded their money away like miserly dragons.
He didn't get what went through the heads of the tight, penny pinchers that, despite being stinking rich, for some reason lived frugal lives.
Money, as far as he was concerned, was just a means to an end, and a way of getting what you wanted.
That's how he viewed it, and that was how he lived his life. He always kept things as free and easy as he could. He was practically a ghost moving from place to place never stopping anywhere for long, because a rich teen blowing hundreds of thousands on meaningless tat, always attracted attention.
At this point, he had almost become a master of moving under the different government's radar.
Which was also why he was only ever known as Harry, no last name.
Not that he really had to worry about people remembering him.
The people he met on his nights out or when he was out splashing his cash, would inevitably forget about him the moment he was out of their lives, as to them, he was little more than a passing interest. Someone they could suck up to and leech off of while he was being generous, but also a person that they would turn their backs to in a moment if the situation called for it. Essentially, they were feckless nobodies, who like moths were drawn to the brightest light around, regardless of what or who that light was.
The occasional woman he was lucky enough to take home after a night out, he also never saw again, Which was honestly not surprising, considering they were just gold diggers anyway, and thus predictably moved on the moment his riches dried up, or they got a better opportunity elsewhere.
After all, he knew he wasn't an unusually attractive guy -he had nice eyes, but other than that he was just an average looking teen-, and he certainly wasn't charming.
No, the only reason people paid attention to him was his money. His personality, looks and even age, meant nothing when compared to the fact he was loaded. Just as old men could hook up with beautiful models in their twenties because they were rich, so too could he, a teenager who very much looked like a teenager, do the same.
In the end it all came down to most people, or at least those he hung around with, being shallow and materialistic, himself included.
He was loud, arrogant, and probably obnoxious, he knew that, just as he also knew that most of his jokes were pretty bad and often only roused a laugh because the people around him were sucking up to him.
Aside from his powers, the only striking thing about him was wealth, which, now he thought about it, was essentially a superpower in itself.
With enough money, he could buy anyone or anything.
He could get anything he wanted, and do anything he wanted, and if there were consequences all he had to do was throw enough money at it and those consequences would disappear.
It was all meaningless in the end.
But then again, so was life in general, or at least from his admittedly bitter and cynical point of view.
They were born, they lived, and they died.
Their lives were fragile, and in the end insignificant, as very little of what ninety-nine percent of the people on this planet did in their lives actually mattered.
A night of debauchery and drinking was fun at the time, but as soon as it was over it meant nothing, just a passing memory of a single moment in time when you were happy and carefree.
His parents for example were born into this world, they were educated, got married, had children, and then got themselves killed leaving him alone in a cold, cruel and uncaring world.
The only thing of note they left behind, the only evidence that they had been alive at all, was in the memories of their friends -not that he had met or heard of those-, and in him, their son. He was their legacy, and yet he knew nothing about them, and he didn't even know their names. Essentially they were physically gone from the world, and the moment those that remembered them were gone too, then would be spiritually gone from the world too, and yet things would continue on, and nobody would ever think twice about the people they had once been.
Harry rolled his eyes at that thought.
This was usually why he liked flying, so he didn't have to think about how shit everything was, so he instead could escape the vapid, materialistic nobodies that made up the majority of humanity, and the pointlessness of it all.
Harry scoffed to himself at that thought.
He was being cynical, and was acting like an edgy teen going through a start of life crisis.
The calibre of the people he rubbed shoulders with was his own fault, as he chose to throw his money around and attract those kinds of vultures.
Not everyone was like that, he knew that deep down, and fortunately his new friends were a good example of this fact.
The pair of them were, at the very least, interesting.
More than that, Raven and Starfire had their own powers, and did not seem to care about money at all. In a way they were both like him, they were alone in this world, and were born different, with powers that separated them from the powerless normies that paraded around the world.
Starfire was an alien princess far from home, who had been sent to another planet to be a domestic slave. Only for her to have escaped from her captors and come to earth, and from talking with her, he had discovered that she had no intention of ever going back home. She was new to the world, and despite everything she had been through, she was still full of wonder and optimism. She was one of the most resilient people he had ever met.
Had he gone through the same shit she had, he probably would have become a brittle, broken mess of a person, who lashed out at everyone and everything.
He knew himself well enough to know that he wouldn't have been able to hold it together like her, or just shrug off being sold into slavery by his own people.
Raven, meanwhile, well she was more of a mystery, but she was running from something, he could tell that much. He didn't know her well enough to know just what it was she was fleeing from, but he was more than happy to wait until she was comfortable enough to tell him, and already he suspected it would be good. After all, he'd seen some of what the girl was capable of, and knew she was a powerhouse. Anything she was running from, had to be something pretty scary.
Harry grinned to himself at that thought.
The two of them would keep things interesting, and as such, he was more than happy to have them tagging along with him on his adventures for as long as they wanted too.
Plus, they were both really, really hot.
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Gliding lazily through the air, slaloming city blocks and water, and paying very, very little mind to his surroundings, Harry instead continued to ponder over his thoughts on his new friends; his mind quickly went to debauched places as he started to think about just what kind of swimsuits the pair of them were going to buy.
Grinning at that thought, Harry had just begun to swerve around a large apartment block, his feet just skimming the edge of the building as he shot up and over the lips of the building, when he suddenly caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and picked up the almost inaudible sound of something hurtling through the air towards him.
Spinning around in surprise, Harry's eyes widened as he saw three black, bat shaped projectiles flying at him.
It didn't take a genius to recognise them for what they were.
Anyone that had ever heard about Gotham, knew about the infamous Batman, and anyone who had heard about the Batman knew the guy was, maybe unsurprisingly considering his name, obsessed with bats.
The guy had a bat themed car, bike, costume and even a bat shaped searchlight that called him to arms.
Harry wouldn't be surprised if the guy whacked off to images of bats in his spare time.
Perhaps worst of all however, Batman had even shaped his shuriken like projectiles into the shape of a bat, which had colloquially become known as batarangs…, and oh how he hated that stupid name. It was almost as bad as Robin's birdarangs.
"Batman…" Harry grumbled in irritation, his mind moving rapidly as he saw the three projectiles hurtling towards him.
He had run into the dark knight before on his previous trip to America, and their first meeting had been less than stellar.
Unfortunately, he only had himself to blame for that, as the only reason he was on Batman's radar was completely due to his own arrogance.
Back when he had first visited, he hadn't been stupid enough to cross paths with some of the heavy hitters like Superman or the Flash. By nature, he tried to avoid other powered individuals.
In terms of the unpowered heroes, however, he had at the time underestimated them, and thus hadn't been as careful as he probably should have been.
At the time of his visit, he had only heard rumour of the dark crusader, the bat themed normie who pranced around in his bat-pyjamas chasing people with mental health issues and street level villains, and had thought the man a joke.
What he hadn't counted on was Batman's persistence, skill, nor his resources.
The man hadn't been able to catch him at the time, but that was more down to luck than anything. Nor had the hero been able to acquire sufficient evidence to link Harry to any of the crimes he had committed -or at least not sufficient evidence to hold up in a court of law-, but so even the moment he committed his first crime near Gotham, the bat themed hero had persistently pursued him until he finally left the country and went back home.
As far as he was concerned, the man was an annoying stalker, and his weird bat-phelia thing was just creepy.
Yes, he really didn't like Batman.
Which was, in part, one of the reasons why he had chosen to come to Gotham to rob the mob-run bank.
Call him petty, but he just wanted to piss the dark knight off, and what would piss the uptight man off more than committing a crime in his city and getting away with it?
It was supposed to be a bit of payback for the annoyance he had caused him last time he was in the US.
Only now it seemed to have backfired.
He honestly hadn't thought Batman would be able to find him so easily, especially since he hadn't left any evidence that he was the one to rob the bank, or even that he was in the city… was he becoming predictable?
Whatever the case, Batman had managed to find him, most probably because he had been leisurely flying around the rooftops while he waited for the girls to finish their shopping, and as was in character for him, Batman had immediately dealt with Harry in his default way, with force.
Raising his hand, Harry's eyes momentarily flash green as he reacted in an instant and only just managed to stop all three batarangs in midair, keeping them far enough away that if they exploded they wouldn't affect him.
The last time he had come to blows with Batman, the concussive blasts from his exploding batarangs had nearly knocked him on his arse.
Rolling his eyes as he watched the non-powered hero appear on the rooftop below him, his gaze was instinctively drawn to his costume.
Batman was wearing his customary long, black cloak, a grey suit of reinforced body armour, and had his black bat-themed cowl pulled up over his head, and a pair of black bladed gauntlets on his arms. Around his waist, Harry could also spy his yellow utility belt.
As much as it galled him to think it, Batman's costume did look pretty damn cool.
"What's with the unprovoked attack, Batm…" Harry began to say the moment he halted the batarangs, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to crush Batman's toys into pieces, even as he got started on the customary back and forth banter that seemed to act as a prelude to most superhero fights.
Sometimes it really was like they were all kids just playing cops and robbers in a school yard.
Only before he could finish his sentence, his eyes flickered to the batarangs as a flashing light appeared on each of them.
Holding back a growl, Harry flicked his hand through the air with the intention of sending the three batarangs back at the scowling Batman.
Before he could blast them away however, they all went off at once, far sooner than he had expected and also not with the explosion or cloud of smoke he had been expecting, but instead with a screeching, ear-splitting wall of sound.
Hearing it, Harry let out a gasp of pain as he immediately clasped his hands to his head, his control over his telekinetic abilities cutting out as he did so, causing him to fall from the air and unceremoniously land on the rooftop Batman was standing on with a thud, his hands now clasped against his bleeding ears, and his head now ringing with the ear-splitting sound.
"The hell!" Harry gasped, his knees and shoulder, which he landed on, flaring with pain and his ears still ringing as he struggled to get up.
His body was far stronger than an average humans', a side effect of the mutation he underwent as a kid, but he was still far from invulnerable.
In response to his exclamation, the wall of sound suddenly cut out, either because Batman switched it off, or because the batarangs lost charge, either way the moment he hit the ground Batman rushed towards him, his long cloak flapping behind him as he ran.
Pushing himself to his feet, blood trickling down from his ears, and his body screaming out in protest, Harry's eyes widened as he saw the Batman rushing towards him.
The Batman was a big guy, well over six foot, and built like a brick shithouse. His height and the width of his shoulders dwarfed Harry's shorter, lighter frame.
Batman was built like an American Football player.
Harry meanwhile, had the build of a British teenager who occasionally kicked the ball around on the school playing fields.
There was just no comparison.
Clenching his teeth as he imagined the arse kicking he knew was coming, Harry clambered to his feet, even as tried to draw on the chaotic energy that dwelled within him. Only for it to slip out of his grasp, the moment he got a hold of it.
To use his abilities, he needed to be able to concentrate and focus on what he wanted the energy within him to do, and how he wanted it to manifest.
But with his head still ringing from the sonic attack he had been hit with, and his eardrums burst, he couldn't concentrate enough to use his power, and without his power, he was all but defenceless.
Stumbling back a few steps, Harry tried to make room between him and the Batman. The best he could do right now was to get away. That, or to try and buy himself some time to think of a better plan.
Unfortunately, his attempts to escape were in vain as Batman was on him in moments, his mouth moving as he demanded something from Harry despite him being temporarily deaf.
Scowling, Harry took a swing as the older man got within arms distance, only for the Batman to be a step ahead of him as he easily dodged around Harry's punch and instead slammed his own fist into his gut and knocked the wind out of him.
The blow had so much force behind him, it nearly folded him in two, even as it sent him stumbling back a few steps.
Letting out a gasp, Harry used the force of the blow to throw himself backwards and away from Batman, his stomach roiling as he tried to rely on his heightened reflexes and stronger than normal body to dodge Batman's assault as the dark knight pressed his advantage.
His physical capabilities were nowhere near on the same level as someone like Starfire, but he was hoping that he would at least be able to hold his own against a powerless hero like Batman.
Backing away, Harry continued to try and dodge Batman's swift assault, his body moving on instinct, even as he tried to shield himself as best as he could. He had only limited success. For every three or four punches, elbows and kicks he avoided, at least one found its mark.
He couldn't even counterattack, as his opponent was relentless.
He had no opportunity to even think, let alone to try and engage with the physically big, and significantly more skilled fighter.
Every time he tried so much as to throw out his own punch or kick, he was brutally punished for it.
Come the morning, he knew his arms and chest would be littered with bruises, as would his aching shoulder.
He also suspected he had at least one or two cracked, if not broken ribs, and a split lip.
Continuing to back away and dodge, Harry once again tried to buy himself some space.
He knew he didn't stand a chance against the man in hand to hand combat. He had no training, and no conditioning. The only thing even keeping him in the fight was his heightened reflexes, minor regenerative capabilities and mutated body. Without those, he would probably have been floored by Batman's first punch.
Letting out a gasp, Harry's back hit the ground as Batman swept his legs out from under him, the breath once again leaving his lungs, even as the dark knight once again delivered a brutal kick to his ribs as he fell, the blow sending him sprawling across the rooftop.
Using the momentum of the roll, Harry once again forced himself to his feet. His body ached all over. He felt like he had just been run over by a car.
Despite that, however, he still managed a bloody grin.
His ears had almost finished healing, and the ringing in his head had stopped.
Seeing the grin, Batman seemed to clock onto what was happening as he intensified his assault, moving faster and faster, his attacks now breaking through whatever guard Harry managed to throw up as he continued to try and dodge.
Eventually, Batman managed to get him again, this time with an elbow to the ribs, breaking at least one rib, and another low kick, only this one struck his knee with a crunch, the joint inverting itself, even as Harry fell to the ground with a shout of pain, Batman now looming over him like a dark spectre.
Letting out a curse, Harry used the sudden flare of pain to centre himself, his eyes narrowing as he concentrated on one thing, the only thing he could feel right now, pain.
Gritting his teeth, Harry swung his arm out and sent a blunt force wave of chaotic energy at Batman, the wall of power striking Batman head on and sending the dark knight staggering back a few steps but nothing more. The man's teeth gritted, as he seemed to hold back a shout or a growl.
Spitting out blood, a possible sign of internal damage, Harry looked up from where he was sprawled on the ground, and saw Batman's expression, if possible, turn even darker than before, a trail of blood dribbling down from where the hero had seemingly bitten his own lip, even as he lunged for Harry again.
Clenching his teeth, Harry once again tried to forcibly wrestle with the power within, his whole body aching as he tried to force himself not to think about the world of hurt Batman was about to unleash on him, but instead to concentrate on bringing him down.
Before Batman could make it so much as a step towards Harry, however, he was sent stumbling backwards again, only this time because an angry Tamaranean Princess crashed into him. Her eyes and hands glowing green as she pursued Batman across the rooftop, using her much greater strength and speed to instantly put the bigger man on the defensive.
Starfire, unlike Harry, was a trained warrior, and was well practiced in fighting with both weapons and hand to hand combat.
This much, Harry could see in an instant as he watched her not only fight on a par with Batman, but quickly begin to outmatch him too as she used her raw strength and speed to drive the dark knight back. Her movements were swift and deadly, and her expression angry as she fought. Her fists were almost like blurs, even to Harry's sharp eyes, as she easily broke Batman's guard and landed a vicious kidney punch on him.
Blinking in surprise, Harry smelt a familiar, spicy, floral scent wash over him, even as he felt a strong arm suddenly move under him, helping him to his feet.
Looking over, he saw Raven looking down at him in concern.
"Are you alright, Harry? We were on our way back when Starfire heard you fighting, we tried to get here as fast as we could." Raven said as she helped Harry carefully onto his feet, her arm around him as she let him use her as a support.
His right knee was a complete mess, and he had several broken ribs, each of which flared in pain every time he inhaled or exhaled.
"Yeah, yeah, I am fine… thanks for the assist…" Harry replied, blood dribbling down his chin, as he raised his hand to his ears, the hand coming away bloody. "The bastard took me by surprise, I, I didn't know he had a sound based weapon."
"Looks like we can't even leave you alone for a few minutes without you getting into trouble." Raven replied, her tone dry.
Glancing over at the tll, grey skinned girl, Harry could just about read the concern on her calm face.
It was nice to be worried over.
"Looks like I will have to continue letting you tag along then." Harry replied, a pained smile on his face as he gratefully accepted the support she offered.
He couldn't stand on his own power after the beating he had just taken.
Raven's lips twitch into a small, almost unnoticeable smile at his words.
Unfortunately, before he could comment on the minute display of emotion, he was distracted by a shout of surprise.
Looking over, Harry's eyes widened as he saw that Starfire had been knocked down, her arm now held behind her as Batman, looking far more beaten up than before, kept a knee on her back, stopping her from bringing her much greater strength to bear against him.
Just how he had got one over on her, he didn't know.
But knowing what he did about Batman, Harry suspected it had something to do with one or other of his gadgets.
Either way, seeing the situation Starfire was in, he felt anger flare up in him as he thrust his hand out, his mind much clearer than before now he had time to calm down, and the ringing in his ears was completely gone. He was now once again able to use his abilities to their fullest.
Without a second of warning, Batman was sent flying off Starfire and crashing into the ground behind him.
Narrowing his eyes, Harry clenched his hand into a fist, freezing Batman in place as he made to stand.
Before, without a word, he lifted him off the ground and into the air, green energy enshrouding both Harry's raised hand and Batman's body, trapping the dark knight in place.
The only thing he could now move was his mouth and his eyes.
"Are you okay, Starfire?" Harry called out, getting a nod of acknowledgement from the girl as she got back to her feet. Smiling at this, Harry then turned his attention to Batman and spat some bloody spittle onto the ground. "So Batman, what the fuck was with the unprovoked attack?"
Batman didn't reply, instead he just glared back at Harry.
Spitting another mouthful of blood onto the ground, Harry narrowed his eyes,
"You know, I am tempted to report you to the police for stalking and assault. I fucking model citizen you prick! I have never been found guilty of committing a crime, and yet here you are going all violent vigilante on me for no reason." Harry said, a scowl on his face.
"You robbed a bank tonight." Batman growled in response, finally speaking. His eyes narrowed and face hard. He didn't show any fear, despite his predicament. "I recognised your MO. you also brutalised several individuals, killing at least one. You're a murderer, and a thief, nd you will be bruoght to justice."
"Do you have any proof of that? Is there any camera footage, any fingerprints, any witnesses?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, filing away the implication that one or more of the thugs he had dealt with earlier had died. That would be something for him to dwell on later. "Or did you just see me innocently flying about and jump to the wrong conclusion? That's profiling me just because I have powers. I mean, I knew you were a prick, but I didn't think you were a bigoted prick… "
"You're trying to deflect. I know you robbed that bank. You mysteriously come to Gotham and a high security, mob run bank is robbed. It's too coincidental, especially considering your past crimes. You robbed the bank tonight in the same way several other banks were robbed the last time you were in America." Batman replied before his gaze drifted over to Starfire and Raven. "You and your… friends… are nothing but common criminals, and I will not allow you to get away with this."
"The world is a big place, Batman. New powered people are turning up all the time. There are so many they've even started grouping up. Just like your League of Justice or whatever the fuck you call yourselves." Harry replied dismissively before he glared at Batman, a hero he had heard was involved in the well known team of superheroes. "The only criminal I see here is you. You assaulted me for no reason, and inflicted grievous bodily harm on me. You're going to have to be punished, you know, that, don't you...?"
Batman didn't reply, his expression only darkened as he silently challenged Harry to do his worst.
Harry rolled his eyes as he saw the challenge in his eyes, before he flicked his fingers downwards.
Instantly, the misty green energy around Batman's body thickened, even as he was slammed into the roof of the building… hard… and head first.
Flicking his fingers again, Harry sent the dark knight soaring up into the air again, before he slammed him back down into the rooftop.
This carried on for a few minutes as Harry vented his anger, and proceeded to slam Batman into every available hard surface he could find.
He wouldn't kill the man, despite everything he had done, he wouldn't kill him in cold blood.
For all that he was an annoying prick, Batman was not a fundamentally bad person.
He did what he thought was right, and in doing so reduced the crime rate in Gotham from ridiculously terrible, to just terrible. Harry could respect that about him, even if nothing else.
Plus, a part of him admired the way this non-powered human tried to be a hero and fight against the super powered villains. It was pretty impressive that he had managed to live as long as he had.
That said, he was still annoying though… really, really annoying.
The throbbing pain from his busted up knee, and the aches and pains from his battered body, were testament to that fact.
Motioning downwards one more time, Harry sent the now unconscious Batman smashing into the roof of the building a final time before he released his grip on him.
Another gesture of Harry's hand, and he yanked Batman's utility belt free of his waist and summoned it over to him.
Seeing Raven and Starfire's questioning expression, Harry grinned at them guiltily. "I promise I will only use his toys and gadgets for good…"
"Child…" Raven muttered as she looked away, her lips once again quirking upwards in amusement. Before her smile rapidly faded as she looked down at the crippled dark knight. "So, do you want to see what's under the mask?"
"Yeah, fuck it, why not." Harry replied as he clipped Batman's utility belt around his waist, after of course destroying the tracking beacon Batman had placed on it, as well as the ones he had placed on Starfire and Harry. He had dealt with Batman's bullshit before, he knew how tricky he could be. "It'll be fun to hold it over him when I see him next. Also, you're magic, aren't you, Raven?"
Raven gave Harry a curious look as he asked that before she nodded her head slowly.
"Well, do you think you can have a look in his mind whilst he is down and see if you can find out his password for this?" Harry said as he held up a small hand held data pad he had taken from Batman's utility pad. "I can use my power to mess with people's heads, but well, it's only one way street."
Raven nodded her head at that, before she looked over at the unconscious Batman's body. Frowning slightly, she indicated the words of her magic, and transformed the cracked cement around him into metal restraints to keep him pinned down, so she could dive into his mind. "It'll take a few minutes, though."
"Take your time." Harry replied as he shifted his body, so he was now leaning on Starfire, his slowly healing leg held gingerly off the ground as continued to fiddle with his new utility belt, making sure he had destroyed all of the tracking beacons Batman might have put on it as he did so.
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(An hour later in the hot tub)
"So, what do you want to do tomorrow?" Starfire asked as she glanced over at the other two. Both of whom she could see were currently relaxing in the hot tub, allowing the hot bubbling water to wash away the aches of the day
The Tamaranean was currently wearing a skimpy, two piece purple swimsuit, one she had picked out personally as it accentuated her curves and breasts. She had chosen it partly because she thought it was cute, and also because she knew Harry would appreciate it. She might not understand some of Harry's flirting, but she knew he found her desirable, just as she found him desirable.
Raven was also settling down in the hot tub, a small smile of contentment on her face. Her swimsuit was a one piece, black and much more conservative than Starfire's. "I am not sure, but I think we should leave Gotham as quickly as we can. Batman is not going to be happy we beat him up and stole his utility belt."
"Ahh, who cares what old Brucey thinks." Harry replied nonchalantly from where he was sitting opposite the girls, fully naked, much to Starfire's delight and Raven's embarrassment. As he spoke, Harry continued to look through the data pad he had stolen from Batman. Or, as he was known to the majority of people, Bruce Wayne, the reclusive billionaire.
"By the way, did you actually find anything interesting on that thing?" Raven asked as she looked over at Harry, avoiding looking at his bare lower half as she instead met his twinkling emerald eyes.
"Yeah tons actually. The paranoid bastard has details on nearly every superhero and supervillain he has ever met on this, including their abilities and their weaknesses, this thing is a goldmine." Harry said with a grin. "I mean, the sly bastard even has details on his own teammates in the Justice League. Have to say though, the Justice League, the name is kinda shit… I would have called it the Avengers or something catchy like that…"
Starfire perked up in interest at his words, shifting over, so she was leaning against Harry as she looked over his shoulder. Raven also looked curious as she moved over, so she could take a look, though unlike Starfire she made sure to keep enough distance between them, so she wasn't actually touching him. She liked Harry well enough, but she wasn't sure she liked him like that.
"Also Starfire." Harry said as she looked over at Starfire, their faces a few inches apart. "I think I know what we will be doing over the next few days?"
"What?" Starfire asked with an excited grin, looking forward to whatever he was planning next.
"Do I really want to know?" Raven asked with a resigned sigh, not moving away though, as she really did want to know what he was up to.
Harry smiled as he saw their reactions, his gaze shifting back to the datapad as he looked over the profile he had currently pulled up. "Well, tell me, have any of you ever heard of the Helmet of Fate?"
Both Raven and Starfire shook their heads at that.
"Well, get ready too, as we are going to steal it!"
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AN: So not 100% happy with this chapter, but it does what I want it to do. I'd be happy to hear your thoughts, good or bad though? Next chapter will start the next arc, which will involves the Tower of Fate, and the Justice League etc, and things are going to go differently to what happened before, and there will probably be some big consequences coming up for trying to tangle with some of the big hitters. Suffice to say this Harry is used to dealing with street level stuff, and what's coming with be a wake up call. Harry Potter elements will also be cropping up.
Hopefully you enjoyed reading it, or continue to do so. If not then please tell what you didn't like, or what you thought could have been done better? Please leave a review, comment etc. If you have any questions or suggestions feel free to PM me.
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Thanks for reading, and I'll see you later.
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