"I am going to demand Nezu to give me a break after this..." A seductive pro hero complained to herself, fully woken from her short term coma. The sentiment was shared with her no nonsense companion.

After the pair of pro heroes had their unconscious bodies found in the nightclub by the police, they were quickly rushed to the nearest hospital to tend to their injuries.

Some of the injured villians that were present were brought into the police precinct for eventual questioning. But for those that suffered the worst by the hands of the vigilante, they were quickly sent to the hospital for their treatment.

Of course, the law knew that they had to request a large number of cops and heroes to remain present during their recovery so they would think twice of doing something reckless or harmful.

Unfortunately, despite the large number of arrests, the police could not find the pointy eared crime-fighter. Or any traces for that matter.

The fact that a vigilante has escaped, without any traces left behind, made it hard for the police to try and locate him again

Though the hero community would suffer the worst from this.

Since the press had a knack for throwing dirt at the hero community, all of the stations would have a field day by the time they spread the news that a vigilante is still running around the streets of Musutafu.

How nice of the press to hit the main protectors of the city with a bad rap.

"I'm gonna strangle that pointy eared snake the second I get my hands on him." Midnight snarled in a low voice; the seductive, playful tone she had carried a couple of hours ago was gone.

"It's not a good thing for you to think that way, Nemuri-san." Her oh so serious friend scolded her, making his claim clear by adding her civilian alias.

The R-rated hero turned her head to face her friend, a scowl adorning her alluring features. "As if you know what it's like to receive a blow to your pride."

"Then I'm thankful that I don't have one." The exhausted looking hero countered, ending the argument that he knew was approaching.

Nemuri drawled out her anger filled grunt. It would be wise if she held her anger for someone else.

The door slid open for the nurse to come in. The two occupants had no doubt that her arrival was to escort a familiar to commence a much-needed discussion.

"Ms.Nemuri, Mr.Shōta, Detective Tsukauchi is here to see you." The nurse gave the announcement the two pro heroes were expecting.

"Let him in." Shōta responded.

The nurse nodded and made way for the detective to come in.

The injured heroes saw Tsukauchi step in, removing his brown leather fedora that protected his head from the elements and placed it on the center of his brown coat.

"You two have seen better days." He began the conversation with a joke that he hoped would remove the foul mood that was in the air.

"Oh, don't overexaggerate, Detective. You're acting as if we have survived a massive war." The R-rated hero joked along with the detective. Though his eyes slightly winced to the angry undertone his ears caught.

"What's the situation outside?"

Tsukauchi chose to not respond, going over to the small TV that was hung on the corner of the room and grabbing the remote that was laid on the table. "The news will have to answer that for you."

He pressed the "turn on" button, bringing the black screen to life.

The pro heroes felt their frustrations grow. It seemed that the universe was not on their side as the first viewing the TV showed was a news channel reporting the most recent endeavor of the vigilante.

The three enforcers of the law that were present in that room had one singular thought formed in their minds: "This is going to be a long week."

...

On the same week, just a day before the weekend, Terry McGinnis was strolling down the streets with a more positive look on his face. His blue eyes had a little bit more of a sparkle in them that were nicely paired with a confident smile.

His batsuit was sheltered at Bruce's newest workplace, no longer being the only outfit available thanks to the decent sum of cash Bruce garnered.

Which was good news since the high-schooler needed his body to breathe in fresh air and be dunked under a hefty amount of body wash.

And once his body got a good refreshment along with his muscles loosening, Terry was now able to wear his signature outfit on the daily; one he has made apart of himself since the start of high-school: brown leather jacket worn over a black short-sleeved shirt, dark gray jeans, and brown boots with one-inch heels.

The familiar sight of Terry McGinnis was back. All that remained was to return to his version of Earth and everything would be back to normal. Well... whatever normal could be applied for him.

Terry moved aside his current feelings. Right now wasn't the time to dwell on everything that has happened to him this past week.

He pushed past the main door of Bruce's workplace, instantly receiving a warm greeting by the female receptionist.

"Ah, Mr.Wayne! Are you here to see your grandfather?"

"That I am."

"Would you like if I escorted you to him?"

"I would, thanks."

A nod and a slight upper body bow was her response before she began leading the young man to his desired destination.

The trip to reach Bruce was, predictably, short. The building was as small as the rest of it's neighbors, so it shouldn't take an absurd amount of time for a employee to get from one room to another.

Unless that employee was the irresponsible type.

The receptionist stopped in front of the door where the old man was doing his work, raising her knuckles and tapping them against the center to announce the arrival of his "grandson".

"Mr.Wayne! Your grandson has come to visit!"

After a few seconds of silence the voice on the other side answered. "Let him in!"

The door was opened and the young man allowed himself in.

"It's good to see you grandpa." Terry greeted to his "grandfather".

"Terrance! It's nice to see you as well." The old man sent back his own greeting with an uncharacteristically warm and soft expression.

"I'll leave you two to take care of business. Call me if you need anything." The receptionist announced her departure, closing the door right after.

"Much appreciated!" Terry expressed his gratitude to the generous offer.

The stern faced old man Terry was familiar with returned to discuss business.

"Did you run into any trouble on your way here?"

"Not one." The young vigilante answered with bluntness and honesty.

The former Dark Knight nodded, satisfied with the answer.

"That's good to hear, because we need to take a break from doing our work for another day."

"Found some more problems with the suit?" Terry asked, Ace occupying himself by snuggling into his young master's palm.

"Correct. A couple of the gadgets have been affected via fried electrical parts." Bruce explained as he broke eye contact with Terry, resuming his civilian work.

"Good thing the rest of the suit didn't receive the same treatment."

"It's a miracle that it didn't."

With the discussion over, the young man turned to the open laptop; the single screen displayed a recently published news article of his most recent mission as Batman.

"I see that the habit of seeing the aftermath of our work is still intact."

For a second, Bruce couldn't control his face muscles as the corner of his lips went up at a slight, almost unnoticeable extent.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Terry. I'm making sure that our work isn't bringing us any unwanted attention to our civilian life."

"Let's hope that it stays that way until we get back home." Terry responded, stretching out his arms to loosen some muscles.

Silence followed as the old man kept progressing with his work.

The young man decided to keep himself busy by doing some research on this superpower infested world. There were still a lot of questions that needed to be answered.

He leaned towards the laptop screen, his fingers tapping and moving across the buttons of the device to create a certain combination that'll initiate his research session.

Bruce, meanwhile, paid his successor no mind. He knew that Terry needed something to do while he was here. So he would let him utilize his bargain laptop to self-indulge with some entertainment.

Was it a dumb idea to let a teenage boy like Terry freely use a older man's laptop? That much was obvious.

But discipline, intense physical training, and working as Bruce Wayne's assistant turned Terry into a more mature young man, more mature than the majority around his age, who wasn't inconsiderate enough to recklessly mess around with the power of technology.

At that point, Bruce trusted him more with his possessions.

["WWWWWEEEEEELLLLLCOME BACK LADIES AND GENTS ALL AROUND THE GLOOO-"]

"Well isn't he the obnoxious type!" Terry said after he quickly pressed pause on the video. The position of his upper body slightly backend thanks to the boisterous intro of the host. Ace was at a agreement with his young master as he let out a light whimper, trying his best to cover his ears with his paws.

"Be thankful you're not in the same room with him, Terry." Bruce added in.

"Who would ever want to be in the same room with him?" The high-schooler asked, looking away from the computer to make eye contact with the old man, pointing a thumb to the frozen host as he did so.

Bruce paused his work to look at Terry in silence for a few seconds before answering: "That... is a very good question."

He didn't add anything afterwards and continued with his business.

Terry did the same and looked back at the screen, pushing the negative volume button a couple of times before pressing play to resume the pre recorded video.

["-ooobe!!!!!! Today is a bright and sunny day for me, the one and only Present Mic, to remind you all of the explosive climax of this year's UA Sports Festival!!!!"]

The successor of the Dark Knight had one of his eyebrows raised to the official alias of the host. "Present Mic? What kind of wacko would call themselves something silly like Present Mic?"

"You answered your own question, Terry."

["And trust me when I say that the climax was explosive with all capital letters!! And if you don't believe me, then let me show some proof!"]

The recording cut to the aforementioned climax and it was, in fact, explosive.

The view was at a distant veritcal angle, showing a large portion of a stadium. Rows upon rows of bleachers packed with an audience eager to see a thrilling battle.

Of course, the surroundings was not the main focus. Instead, the camera zoomed in on the two teenage boys coming at eachother head on.

Two pairs of bursting rocket fire collided with the odd combination of fire and ice, creating a reaction so destructive that made the screen go white for a moment.

"Wow... that sure was explosive."

"Definitely."

Terry yelped to his mentor appearing behind him.

"Geez, I thought you were still busy."

"I finished." The old man bluntly responded, ignoring the scare he gave to his successor.

"What are you doing research on, McGinnis?"

After calming down from the short fright, he answered. "I was kinda curious to what the schools are like here. I want to see how the educational systems of this country have adapted to all these super-powered children and everything."

Bruce nodded in understanding.

"So what does that have to do with what we're currently watching?" He asked as he pointed his gaze to the screen.

"Well, it was the first thing that came up, so I clicked on it and I was..." Terry stayed silent, his fingernails scrapping across the scalp of his hair.

"I can't properly describe it so I'll explain it instead."

Terry crossed his arms, fixing his serious gaze to meet with his mentor's.

"As you probably heard, this is a recording of an event called the UA Sports Festival, a one-day tournament where all of the first years of UA High-School are pitted against the other classes of the same year." Terry introduced the topic to Bruce, who immediately shared his displeasure.

"A tournament where a bunch of teenagers born with superpowers compete to see who's the best... I don't like it."

"I can see that. But the school isn't doing this just for an ego boost or for the teachers to see their least favorite students get the snot kicked out of them. This is to help the first years get an early internship with a pro hero."

"I have heard of those on our first day here."

"Really? What can you tell me about them?"

"For starters, these students need the discipline and guidance of someone who is more experienced in the field. That's where the internships come into play. Someone takes an interest in their abilities and hope that they'll agree to be under their tutelage."

"Sounds like something I am currently going through." The high-schooler quipped with a smirk.

"Yours is a different case, but there are some similarities. Either way, these programs are supposed to help the students get better control of their powers and become more mature as protectors of the city."

"Yet I am sensing there are some flaws with these types of programs." Terry gave his guess to the topic.

Bruce nodded. "Correct. The overseers of these hero academies seem to forget that there are some who don't even want to help the students, but themselves instead."

"Exploitation of underaged kids..." Teeth pressed against teeth as a pair of hands closed into fists. Gaze darkened due to Terry's head unconsciously lowering.

"It seems to be a flaw that the majority of schools don't take note of. Then again, the students are the ones who chose the internship."

"So that excuse alone gives them a pass!?" Terry asked incredulously.

"Unfortunately so. But we're getting off topic here."

The young man fixed back his previous expression. He took a deep breath to eliminate the intense feeling that was coursing through his body.

"Alright. So what do these programs have to do with the students becoming more mature and everything?"

"Since everyone is living in a world filled to the brim with superpowers, it is a necessity to have defenders whom are more level-headed."

"So that's why UA brought the spotlight on the first years rather than the senior years. So like that they'll progress more quickly." Terry quickly catched on with the reasoning and assumed logic of the hero internships.

"Spot on. But as mentioned earlier, it will not work as well for everyone."

"Guess that's true."

Terry had to concede, but with some reluctance, to the reality of the hero community taking advantage of the efforts of the academies students.

It was ugly, but he didn't have the power of God himself to change that.

A stomach growling for nutrients brought attention to another matter the crime fighters needed to take care of.

"Huh, looks like all that talking made me hungry." Terry said with a hand lightly patting his nutritional cavern.

"Craving for some local cuisine?" Bruce asked.

"Seeing as we're gonna be staying here for some time, I might as well try to get used to the food here."

Adaptability was crucial for Batman, even if he wasn't wearing the cowl.

...

E/N: Well ain't this a rare treat? Me, ZeDeadWeight, publishing two chapters of the same story on the same month.

What did you all do to receive this wonderful gift? Well supporting this story and helping me make it better.

Seriously, I cannot be thankful enough to my Wattpad, AO3, and readers that have shown a strong love for this rare crossover.

The comments and follows this piece of fanfiction receives on the daily gives me the energy to keep on writing. Even if it's at a low.

Doing this makes me happy and content with my life.

Now onto some news here: Blight will make an appearance on the next chapter, and I am very excited to make his introduction to the world of MHA.

Now, I am going to be taking a short from writing this and focusing it on Guilt Ridden Mind. It's only fair that it deserves the same treatment.