I felt my arm hairs rise up, and a strange rushing sound filled my ears. All of the sudden my room in the Cave seemed to draw in on itself then go back to normal.

Only, it wasn't normal. There was another guy in it with me, completely naked and passed out on the floor. In one hand he had a leather holster with two sticks in it, the other held…Her sister?

The guy could have been my twin; he even had blood and cuts all over his torso. Fighting to control my 'little' problem, I was already on my knees, shaking him and checking his vitals. He seemed alright…

"Who the bloody hell are you and why the fuck do you have rune-cuts like mine?" I jumped back, heart racing, and had to hold my head due to the dizzy spell – maybe I shouldn't have used so much blood…

The green-eyed intruder spoke again, pushing himself up, not seeming to notice his lack of dress. "Where am I?"

"You're about three miles out of Gotham City," I replied, mind racing on how I'd handle this – and tell it to the Bat.

"Where?" He had a British accent.

"In the States. The secret headquarters of an organization that fights organized crime." He didn't blink at that, instead rubbed his forehead, then licking some blood from his hand. Damn! I shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm Absolom. Who're you?"

"I'm - "

"In deep trouble," a gruff voice interrupted me. Absolom looked intruded, but my heart sank into my little toe, and I blurted,

"I swear I don't know where he came from, sir, and - "

"Later, Tim. Medical bay. NOW!"

Ooooh shit.

While I was being cleaned and examined by the strange man in the bat-suit (my partner-in-crime by an older man who spoke like a normal person), I tried to read their minds to figure out my situation. But all three had minds like Dumbledore's! Again I started with the questions – how else to find stuff out if I couldn't use the easier ways?

"Where am I?"

"The Cave."

"Oh. Helpful. And who are you?"

"Batman." I looked again at his suit.

"Somehow that seems to fit you…Are you part of Voldemort's forces?" This stunned him…I think.

"No. Lean back." Shrugging I did as he said. A follower of Tom would have been cackling madly by now, telling me all about how his beloved Dark Lord would be sure to reward him greatly and blah, blah, blah.

I sort of phased out, and didn't notice he was done until I was roughly pulled up into a sitting position. The old man and the other teen were nowhere around, leaving me sitting on a steel tabled all bandaged up in front of a man in a bat suit. Creepy, huh?

"Talk."

"Uh…my name is Absolom?"

"How did you get in here?"

"Okay, you can stop with the voice thing, now – it isn't fooling anyone…and as far as I know…well, I don't know how. One moment I was in my room at Hogwarts and the next I was laying on the floor with Trouble leaning over me and you're in the door then seconds later." Well, when in doubt, talk their brain out their ears…

"How did you get those cuts?"

"I did them." I don't think Bats was expecting that response. "Uh, who was the other guy?"

"Tim. Did you have anything to do with his cuts?" Okay, back to type-A creepy guy again.

"Me? No! Swear it under Veritiserum! He probably did it with something like…wait. Where is She?" I couldn't believe it. In all of the excitement, I had lost Her. I couldn't help it; I was about to get frantic. "My blade, where is She? You took Her, didn't you? Give Her back, now!"

"No." This shocked me – accidental magic was beginning to pour off me, making all sorts of medical instruments shake, but the Bat paid no mind. Instead he gave me a look that implied he thought I was crazy.

"Why not?" Yes, I know, acting like a petulant brat doesn't help much, but this Batman had stolen something of mine!

"You'll get 'Her' back after she has been examined, along with those two…things you brought with you."

I scoffed. "My wands? Jeeze, they're not harmful unless someone like you tries to use them or something." This Bat person was really starting to get me mad. It took a lot of will power not to lash out with accidental magic and pin him to a wall with some scalpels.

The Bat-man didn't seem to notice the danger he was in. "You'll be here under surveillance until I figure out what to do with you." With that the man swept out the door. A moment later, the old man came in, carrying pants, underwear, and most important – food.

I was able to gleam form the man that his name was Alfred, a proper English butler who'd been serving the strange Bat's family for years, and that I had suddenly arrived in a very high-security complex without tripping any alarms, and was currently considered Priority 1.

I didn't care what they thought as long as I got some sleep, and I told Alfred this. He sniffed – sniffed! – in indignation, then led me through a load of steel corridors to a nice-ish cell. At least, it had a bed, toilet, and pull-up bar for exercise.

Oh, and an added bonus – non-adjustable lighting!

This sucks.