One Month Ago:

It was raining, lightning striking down from the heavens and thunder booming from the clouds. On the rooftop of a very tall building in downtown Tobioka, a masked man laid. He was unconscious, just now coming to. His head was hurting and his body felt numb. He sat up, seeing that he was no longer in Gotham. Confused, the vigilante known as Batman, stood up and began looking around. He growled to himself as realization hit him.

"Bat-mite..."

"Bingo!" The world around him disappeared into a familiar but unwelcome hazy purple. Flying around was, indeed, Bat-mite, the fifth dimension imp who seems bent on seeing his favorite superhero in a variety of different settings. "Welcome to Tobioka City, the Japanese version of Gotham!"

"Send me back to Gotham." Batman demanded.

"Awww, come on!" Bat-mite whined. "You'll love this place, I swear! Crime lords rule this city. People are subjected to their sick whims and the police and government are all payed off. Sound familiar?"

"I don't have time to clean up another city."

"Sure you do!" Bat-mite insisted. "While you're here, your world doesn't progress, remember? And you don't age either so even if 100 years passed, you'd still be your age. How old are you again? Anyway, if you manage to save this city from crime and its threats, I'll send you back home and I won't bother you for another year. Deal?"

Batman knew he had no choice. "Fine..." Batman exasperatedly replied.

"YAY!" Bat-mite clapped his hands happily, twirling around in the air as Batman gave him a death glare.

Today:

Bruce Wayne, disguised name being Ryu Komori, lay in his bed wide awake. He had been here a month and had gotten quite used to living in this city. In the span of a month, he had devised a set of complicated algorithms and won the $50,000 lottery. Using his money, he invested in a prestigious firm, becoming a partner and making even more money. Now, with a fair amount of welfare, he brought a flat overlooking the city. It allowed him to look down and see the dirt of this city from above. It was a familiar dirt, a dirt he was now tasked with cleaning. How long would it take him? Years? Only time would tell.

Along with a flat and a job, Bruce had invested in some more weapons, kitting up his armor and utility belt. There were some slight differences in technology, theirs being a tad more advanced but not so much that he didn't know how to use it. He had been getting accustomed to the crime families in the city. There were a few but none of them were any different from how Gotham crime bosses behaved. He basically had the same issue he has there. The heads of the family are all high up in the government or underworld hierarchy. They controlled judges, politicians, ministers and cops. The city was drowning in absolute filth and everybody in this city seemed to have a record. Even ten years olds were arrested at some point for shoplifting and such business. He had heard about a vigilante group who had been killing off some of the top drug smugglers and second-in-commands of the heads. For a short while, it lowered crime but weeks later, they were replaced and crime rose again. Whoever was killing them was employing a useless tactic. They were simply killing people who would come back to haunt the city one way or another. Not only that, the vigilantes became murderers and nothing truly came of it, except suffering to your soul. It was a bad thing to become; heartless.

Bruce turned his attention to his right, looking down to see Konomi moaning in her sleep. She was laying her head on his chest near his neck, the sheets barely covering their bodies. She squirmed some, her chest pressed into his. He slowly stroked her hair before turning his attention back to the ceiling. Last night, he ran into a woman and two partners of hers. She was insanely strong, just a bit weaker than the Venom users he fought awhile back. The police later collected the body of the man, so the two had managed to kill him. Bruce clenched his fist angrily. Despite his crimes, that wasn't justice. That was misplaced judgment, mixed with anger and a hint of hatred. After having escaped unseen, he met up with Konomi, as they had scheduled a date. Sparks flew, and the next thing they knew, they were passionately kissing in Bruce's place.

Bruce slowly got up from bed, trying his level best to not wake his bed mate. He walked over to the closet and began putting some pants on. Rousing from her sleep, Konomi woke up groggily. She stretched out her arms, realizing that she wasn't in her own bed. She blushed lightly, as last night's events came back to her. She reached over to the nearby nightstand and put her glasses back on. Bruce turned his head to see she had had woken up. He smiled at her.

"Have a nice sleep?"

She ruffled her hair, sitting up with the sheet covering her chest and smiling back. "Didn't get much sleep, ya know?"

"Heh." Bruce grabbed a white button up shirt, putting around himself before walking back over to the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Work. Got a meeting with the fellow members of the board. The CEO wanted to show off some new product."

"Sounds boring." She leaned over to him, softly grabbing the end of his shirt. He leaned over himself, kissing her. She responded in kind, placing her hands on either side of his face, dropping her sheet. After the kiss ended, she quickly realized the sheet dropped and blushed, but made no move to cover herself. Bruce didn't mind. He buttoned himself up before putting his black suit over it. He grabbed a red tie and tied around his neck before walking towards the door.

"Feel free to use my shower. The guest towels are the white ones folded on the shelf."

"So, do you have a lot of 'guests' over?"

Just before he left the door, he looked over his shoulder with a charming smile. "Nope. You're the first one I've had over in a long time."

He closed the door, leaving her alone in his apartment.

"Arashi Mikami! Arashi Mikami-kun!" He turned to see his teacher, away from the window he was staring out of. "Are you listening?"

"Sorry, teacher, I was distracted."

His teacher, a buxom, red haired woman with glasses, sighed. "You're hardly ever in class, so stay focused, 'kay?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded. "Sorry, ma'am."

A young girl across from him, smiled. After school, Arashi left the grounds, meeting up with Mikoto outside.

"Yo, Arashi. Class go okay?"

"It was fine."

"Later tonight, Mochizuki-sensei wants to talk about that shithead who interrupted us last night."

"Alright. I'll go to the hospital after I make an appointment."

"Appointment?"

"Kominato invited me to eat at her restaurant. Do you want to come?"

Mikoto shrugged and followed him as walked onto the restaurant. Coming inside, the door made a bell ring and the man behind the counter, Mr. Kominato, a tall man, with brown hair, brown eyes and a thin black mustache, greeted them cheerfully.

"Mikami-kun, Kiba-san, good to see you two again."

"Thank you, Kominato-san." They replied politely.

"Hinako, we've got customers!" He called out. Out from the back, she came out in a green and white maid outfit, twirling around once. Hinako was a young, slightly below average height, and petite high school girl. She had short light brown hair and brown eyes. Hinako wore her hair down with bangs that were slightly shorter than the rest of her hair. She had a strand of hair that stood straight up on the top of her head. Hinako had a rather small bust, appearing to be almost flat-chested.

Hinako's eye caught sight of Mikoto and her face became somewhat red from envy. She walked up to the table, bowing politely to two. "Welcome to our restaurant, Kiba-san, Arashi-kun!"

"Good to be back here, Kominato-chan." Mikoto replied with a smile.

"So, are you two here on a... date?" She asked carefully, wary of the answer.

"No, no." Mikoto replied quickly, shaking her hands and head. "Nothing like that."

"Oh... what a relief." She smiled, grasping her chest as it seemed to have averted a heart attack. "Now, then! What would you two like to eat? Our special today is..."

On the sidewalks, Bruce walked through the city on his lunch break. The meeting wasn't over but it was unmercifully boring. He had to fight sleep twice. The CEO's presentation was a drawl and his idea was terrible, but the rest of the board was on deck with him so Bruce had decided to not vote for it and now, they were taking a short break before coming back and discussing it further. He was just happy to get out of there. Fighting Gotham's underbelly or the crime lords of Tobioka city wasn't hell, meetings were.

Bruce cracked his neck, before checking his watch. It was a quarter past noon. He stopped in front of a flower shop, picking up a few violet flowers. He continued on to his destination, batting a few eyes from the opposite sex as he went. After a few blocks, he stopped in front of a police station. He ran up the stairs before going inside. Upon walking inside, Bruce saw officers busy at work, moving in and out of the station. He made a brief mental note to research how many are on the payroll of the crime bosses in this city. His estimate... a lot. He glanced around the room before finding his target. He walked over, stopping in front of a desk and handing Konomi the flowers.

"Hello officer."

Konomi looked up, pleasantly surprised to see Bruce. She blushed a pink color as he handed her the flowers.

"Here. I remembered you said violets were your favorite."

"Oh..." She smiled, sniffing them softly. "They're beautiful. Thank you. I'll put these in water." She placed them on her desk, accidentally knocking over a clipboard. Before it could fall to the floor, Bruce had cut it, glancing at quickly before handing it back to Konomi. She was none the wiser.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I got released from hell and decided to come see you."

She blushed a bit harder, somewhat overwhelmed from the attention. She smiled sweetly. "I'm so glad you came. I'm on my lunch break as well. Tatara-san!" She called out to a middle aged man sitting over at a desk.

"Hm?"

"I'll be going on my lunch break now!" She waved. He nodded somewhat grumpily and turned his attention back to his paperwork. She stood up, facing Bruce again. "So where do you want to- AAH!"

As she got up, she tripped on her foot and fell forward, but Bruce quickly caught her in his arms. "You alright?"

She looked up to him, fixing her glasses and blushing from embarrassment. Bruce smiled down at her. "You alright?"

"Y-yes. Thank you." She stood up straight, clearing her throat. "As I was saying, where would you like to eat?"

"I know a little place."

Bruce and Konomi left the station, walking through the city. It was the afternoon, the sun shining high in the sky. People walked through the streets, going about their day-to-day business. The couple eventually stopped in front of a small shop at the end of a corner and went in, signaling the chime.

"Oh?" Hinako and her father turned their attention to the two people who walked into their restaurant.

"Ah, Komori-san! Good to see you again, sir." Kominato's father greeted politely.

Bruce nodded in kind. "Thank you." He and Konomi sat down at a table, as Hinako waited on them. At their table, Mikoto and Arashi took no particular notice of them but Bruce took some interest in them, at least the girl. He recognized her face. It was dark but he was sure that she was one of the vigilantes. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Konomi snapped him out of his trance.

"Ryu-kun?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be right back. Let me go freshen up."

Arashi and Mikoto rose up from their table, paying their bill and getting up to leave. Bruce passed the two, accidentally bumping into Mikoto. "Oh, excuse me." He said.

She shook her head with a polite smile. "No, no, it was my fault." The two continued on their way, leaving the restaurant. As Arashi and Mikoto walked through the streets, she turned to him and said, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Wait."

"What?" He reached behind her sleeve, pulling out a bat-themed tracer. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

Arashi turned his head back, looking at the restaurant. He glared at it before crushing the tracer in his hands.

Batman stood on a building overlooking the city, looking down at a screen on his gauntlet. Nothing was beeping, indicating that the tracer was found and destroyed.

Batman narrowed his eyes, before taking out his grappling launcher and descending down to an armored bike below. He got on and began riding throughout the city when he smelt smoke in the air. He turned his head to see a house on fire. Grappling off his bike, Batman swung into the house window, a batarang in his hand. On the floor, he saw a dead maid and narrowed his eyes dangerously. He ran forward into the room, kicking it in to see a flaming corpse and a purple haired woman garbed in black standing over him with a grenade launcher.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She turned to him with death in her eyes. "I'm burning crime with the flames of justice." She aimed her gun at him and fired, forcing Batman to dive out of the way. When he looked up, she was gone, having already dived out of the window. He ran to the window and looked out to see no one there. He slammed his fist on the window sill, before jumping out as the fire department came and put the fires out.

A.N.: Well, things seem to be heating up! Hahahah! No? Alright, then, that's chapter 2 done. I'm pretty interested in seeing where I can take this so it will be updated fairly often (for awhile). On a side note, is there any requests for who you do or don't want in the pairing? I may or may not listen but hey, you never know so state your opinions, people! Also fav and follow if you liked it and I'll see you guys next time.

Green out.