Elder Justice

An Elder Scrolls/Young Justice crossover

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Chapter 1: First Impressions

The College of Winterhold.

The Dragonborn sliced through another magical anomaly with his sword. The anomaly seemed to scream in pain as it was bisected in half by the blade of his sword, and it fell to the snow in a pile of steaming magical goo. The warrior panted slightly and took a moment to observe the battlefield briefly. Members of the College, both novices and masters were engaging the magical anomalies in battle, blasting out streams of fire, lightning and frost at the anomalies that flew about, slamming their eldritch bodies into the college members. This had all started when Ancano, the Thalmor advisor (read: toady), had taken control of the Eye of Magnus and was using the artefact's insurmountable power for his own ends.

The Psjic Monks had informed the Dragonborn that he was the only one who could stop what was happening. A meeting with the Augur of Dunlain had the warrior travelling to Labyrinthian, the ancient Nord city ruin nestled deep in the frozen mountains, to recover the Staff of Magnus that would have the power to close the Eye before it could potentially destroy the world.

After a long battle with legions of undead and the Dragon Priest Morokei who commanded them, the Dragonborn had recovered the Staff and immediately made his way back to the College. It had devolved into pandemonium as Ancano's reckless misuse of the Eye had caused magical ruptures to split the borders between realms, spilling forth magical anomalies that had begun attacking everything in sight.

The warrior participated in the battle, helping his fellow college members as best he could, slicing apart the anomalies with his sword and providing healing and magicka potions to anyone who was injured in the battle against the anomalies. Mirabelle Ervine urged him to end the insanity and that was what the warrior intended to do.

Tolfdir volunteered his services to aid the Dragonborn in reaching the College and the warrior gratefully accepted the offer of the elderly but powerful wizard's help. Once the anomalies in the town had been dealt with, the pair then traversed the walkway leading to the college and they soon reached the magical barrier that barred the way. Pulling the staff of Magnus from his back, the Dragonborn raised the eldritch staff in front of him and unleashed the power of the staff onto the magical barrier barring entry.

Immediately eldritch energy shot forth from the crystal head of the staff and the stream of magic collided with the barrier in a shower of magical sparks and arcs of lightning. There was a great screaming sound as though the barrier itself were in pain but that didn't stop the warrior as he focussed on bringing the barrier down. Finally, after a tense nerve-wracking moment, the barrier was brought down, and it cracked and broke like splintering glass as 'shards' of magic fell around the College like broken glass.

Putting the staff away, the Slayer of Alduin then charged into the college with his sword at the ready and Tolfdir following closely, his hands wreathed in arcane flames.

Barging through the large oak and iron bound doors, Dragonborn and the Tolfdir entered the Hall of Elements where they found Ancano standing before the Eye of Magnus, his body enveloped in arcane magic.

"Ancano! Stop this madness! You don't know what you're doing!" the Dragonborn shouted. Ancano turned around to sneer dismissively before he replied.

"Foolish whelp! I know exactly what I'm doing!" boasted the Thalmor agent. "With the Eye at my command, the Thalmor has all it needs to wipe out both the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion from the board!" he declared.

"Ancano, please! Listen to reason!" Tolfdir cried "There are magics we were never meant to meddle with!" he yelled.

"Pathetic old man!" Ancano sneered, "I tire of your prattle!" Ancano then waved a hand and Tolfdir fell to the ground paralysed.

"No! Damn you!" shouted the Dragonborn as he blasted out a stream of lightning at Ancano but the magical aura surrounding the Altmer easily absorbed the lightning. Ancano waved another hand and it was only lightning quick reflexes that saved the Dragonborn from being struck by a paralysis spell. The hero of Skyrim then drew the staff of Magnus from his back. Ancano's eyes flashed with recognition as he saw the staff in the warrior's gauntleted hands.

"The… Staff of Magnus? You found the Staff of Magnus?!" screeched Ancano.

"I did!" the Dragonborn declared "And with it, your schemes are over!" he said as he pointed the staff towards the Eye and blasted a stream of energy at the Eye. The stream of energy collided with the Eye and the Eye closed. As the Eye closed, Ancano's magical aura faded away leaving him vulnerable. Almost immediately, the warrior was upon the Thalmor agent, his sword flashing. Ancano barely dodged each strike, trying to raise his hands to cast a spell.

The Dragonborn kept to trying to get in close so that the Thalmor lackey wouldn't be able to use any magic. Ancano in an act of desperation drew his dagger and slashed at the man who blocked the strike with his sword, but this provided Ancano with enough time to hit the Dragonborn with a telekinetic pulse which forced him back. Ancano then stretched his hand towards the Eye and cast a spell on it. The Eye opened and Ancano was then covered in magic once again.

Ancano then began throwing lightning bolts and fireballs at his foe for all he was worth. It took all of the Dragonborn's agility to avoid being hit by the destructive spells and he aimed the staff at the Eye and cast the magic of the artefact into the Eye. The eldritch magic of the staff collided with the Eye, and it began to close again. Ancano screamed in rage as he cast a counter-spell at the Eye for it to remain open. But as Ancano's counter-spell hit the Eye, it began to froth with energy and arcs of energy and lightning lashed out and there was a great cracking sound as above the Eye a tear in the fabric of reality opened and began to suck everything in.

Ancano was the first to be sucked into the blackhole and the Thalmor agent screamed in desperation as he scrambled to hold onto solid ground. The Dovahkiin acted quickly; he used his Thu'um to Shout Ice Form to anchor Tolfdir to the floor ensuring he wouldn't be sucked into the blackhole. The Dragonborn then thrust the blade of his sword deep into the ground and held on tight. The warrior's body was raised into the air as the blackhole sucked everything in the room into its gaping maw.

The Slayer of Alduin held on as tightly as he could but before he could react, his sword came free of its from its anchor and the warrior was sucked into the blackhole. The Dragonborn yelled in frustration as he was sucked into the wormhole and he struggled to try and make his way back to the Hall of Elements but as he was sucked into the blackhole, the tear sealed itself. The Dragonborn roared in disbelief as he was now cut off from his own world.

Then there was nought but darkness as the Slayer of Alduin found himself floating in a near all consuming void. The darkness seemed to stretch on forever as far as the warrior's eyes could see.

"So, this is how it ends?" the warrior said dryly before giving a grunt and adding, "Had a good run at least."

Then something or rather someone walked into view and it was a familiar sight. A tall gangly looking man wearing a finely tailored outfit coloured purple with grey-white hair and near whited-out eyes and a grin that never seemed to leave his face walked into view.

"Well, now, isn't this is a coincidence?" asked the strange man with a toothy grin on his lips.

"Sheogorath. To what do I owe this pleasure?" the Dragonborn asked tiredly having dealt with the Daedric Prince of Madness before.

"Well, I was out for a stroll and saw you were in a spot of wee bother here," the Mad God replied. "Or are you not in trouble?" he asked quizzically.

"You could say I've hit a slight snag," the Dragonborn admitted dryly. "And I suppose you're here to gloat?" he asked lightly.

"Now, what kind of man do ye take for?" Sheogorath said in mock hurt. "After the time you helped me reunite with my servant, while cutting me holiday short mind you, I think I owe ya one," he added. "Unless you want to stay here that is?" the Mad God then asked blandly.

"Where is here, exactly?"

"Och, nowhere you want to be, that's for certain," Sheogorath said. "Would you like a lift?" he then asked with a friendly grin on his lips.

"Some assistance would be nice," the Dragonborn replied with a nod of his head.

"All ye had to ask was ask," Sheogorath replied as he waved his hand before the Dovahkiin could tell him where he wanted to be dropped off.

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Gotham City Junkyard.

In a city where crime, corruption and trash was rampant, the junkyard looked decidedly normal by comparison. Hillocks of garbage, rotting food causing all kinds of unpleasant stenches, with rodents of varying sizes scurrying about in search of their next meal. And within the junkyard a street gang known for its violent attitude plotted their next move which detailed the downfall of Gotham and the rise of mutantkind.

To anyone not native to the perpetual cesspit that was Gotham, they would be shocked and horrified by what was going on. But to those born to the city, it was simply another typical Friday evening.

The street gang that called the dump their home and turf were uninspiringly called the Mutants and were well-known throughout the city for inflicting terrible atrocities on the innocent citizens of Gotham. Their overall goal was to take control of Gotham, then the world. A simple goal for simple-minded people.

But Gotham was not home to just the Mutants and other street gangs, it was home to the World's greatest detective, an enigmatic figure known to everyone as the Batman. Hardly anything in Gotham happened without him knowing about it or finding out later down the track.

The Leader of the Mutants was a prime specimen of manhood, shirtless despite the chilly night air, musclebound and devoid of hair on his head with a neon red visor over his eyes giving him an neo-punk aesthetic to him. His underlings wore a mix between biker and punk gear, neon red sunglasses and visors as well, and like their Leader, their heads were shaved bald.

Nearly all the member of the Mutants were armed; crowbars, pipe wrenches, switchblades, baseball bats or cobbled together pieces of scrap taken from the junkyard. A few of the more veteran members were armed with pistols and rifles, but most were dirty and covered in patches of rust making one question whether they would actually fire or not.

The Leader climbed to the top of the highest hill of garbage, holding in one hand the exhaust pipe of an automobile. Lighting the end like a torch, the Leader gave his proclamation to his followers.

"They think we're just noisy kids! They do not believe we are a threat!" he began which began to rile up his men as he continued his delusions of grandeur. "But when the streets of Gotham run red with their blood and the whole city belongs to the Mutants, then they shall see! They shall all see the truth!"

The gang members all cheered and roared in approval of their leader's words, agreeing with his mad plans.

But hiding not far away were two solitary figures, hidden in the shadows. With the darkness concealing most of him, save for the white lenses of his cowl, the Batman surveyed the Mutants, cataloguing weapons, numbers, positions and numerous other factors that would be beneficial in taking down the gang. Standing beside him was a young boy, hardly any older than thirteen years old, wearing a mixture of red, black and yellow. This boy was Batman's sidekick/partner Robin.

Glancing at his mentor, Robin silently asked for when to make the first move. Batman gave a tiny but silent nod of his head. The silent almost telepathic communication was all that was needed as the Dynamic Duo leapt into action. Taking two of the nearest Mutants nearest to them, Batman and Robin took them down silently before the rest of the gang even realised what had happened.

The Leader was quick to notice however and roared to his subordinates.

"Interlopers! Deal with them!" The numbers of words spoken were few, but they were enough to rally the gang members into taking up arms. With whoops and yells, the Mutants charged towards the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder.

The first line of gangbangers were sent flying back with broken bones and just barely comatose, all delivered by swift, precise punches or kicks thrown by Batman and his protégé. But for every one the two heroes incapacitated, three more took their place. Soon, the pair would be overwhelmed by the legion of gangbangers intent on killing them.

The white lenses of Batman's cowl narrowed in thought and frustration as he saw the waves of Mutants closing in on them. It seemed there were more of them than he anticipated. The logical conclusion was that the Mutants had laid and sprung a fairly simple but nonetheless effective trap by luring in the protectors of Gotham City with the intent of using superior numbers to overwhelm them.

The rattling clicks of gun safeties being flicked off alerted the Batman and he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see four of the senior Mutants taking aim with their rifles. With a flick of his wrist, a pair of batarangs flew out from the Dark Knight's gloved hand and the monomolecular edges of the bat-shaped shuriken cut the hands and fingers of two of the gunmen, causing them to drop their firearms. It was a foolish mistake to glance down at their fallen weapons to then look up to see Batman practically flying towards them, his scalloped cape flaring out like the wings of an enormous bat as he dive-kicked the two and with swift punches and a roundhouse kick rendered the other three gunmen unconscious.

Meanwhile, Robin was facing off against three gang members who thought they could overwhelm him with numbers and superior size, only to knocked out as the Boy Wonder easily and mockingly vaulted over them before delivering punches that no normal teenage boy his age could do. But Robin was hardly a normal boy.

The Boy Wonder let off his signature cackle as he said, "These bozos think they can rule Gotham? They can't even protect their own turf!" He somersaulted over a pair of Mutants with almost superhuman agility.

"YOU MOCK US, CHILD?! I WILL SHOW YOU WHY WE WILL RULE GOTHAM!" bellowed a loud almost bestial voice and Robin turned just in time to see the Mutant Leader bearing down on him with astonishing speed. Given his size and muscle mass, one could be forgiven in thinking the Leader was a slow lumbering brute. Quickly closing the distance, the Leader reached out with clawed hands the size of Christmas hams. Flipping over the giant of a man, Robin delivered a series of rapid fire jabs with his fists, all of which were either blocked or dodged. It appeared the Mutant Leader had exceptional reflexes and reaction time, the Boy Wonder thought to himself as he tried to throw a kick that was caught by the Leader who gripped tightly, making the Boy Wonder grunt in pain before he was lifted and thrown to the side into a pile of decaying refuse.

Robin grunted and gritted his teeth as he felt his ribs grind against each other, telling him that a few had been broken or at least fractured. The boy looked up to see his mentor trading punches with the Mutant Leader. But to Robin's surprise and dismay, the Dark Knight wasn't wiping the floor with the Leader as the man was matching him blow for blow. The remaining gang members who were still conscious and had avoided being caught in the Dynamic Duo's onslaught had formed a ring around the two combatants, shouting encouragement to their Leader and taunting the Batman.

As he fought, Batman was starting to struggle against his opponent. The Leader was obviously in peak physical condition, his speed and reflexes allowing to match and counter most of the Dark Knight's blows, throwing the man off balance but how skilled his opponent was. The Leader's fighting style was something in itself; it wasn't anything like a traditional martial arts technique that Batman himself had learned, but rather a style that spoke of years of getting into street fights and defending himself on the streets and back alleys of Gotham. The blocks the Mutant Leader employed were construed in a way that mitigated any oncoming damage or simply deflected the blow and often forced the attacker into exposing themselves, allowing the defender to capitalize on the opening. The Leader's strikes were a mixture of fast jabs to joints to disorient, heavy punches to the ribs and stomach to inflict damage and kicks to the legs to get breathing room when needed.

Batman would begrudgingly admit to himself that his foe for the evening was one of the better skilled men he had faced in his years of crimefighting. He'd thought he could outmatch the Mutant Leader's savagery, but that wasn't the case as he narrowly avoided a right hook to the jaw. Seeing that fighting the Leader in a straight fight wasn't going to work, Batman decided he needed to fight tactically, wear the man down enough that he could be taken down more easily. Throwing a smoke bomb to the ground which exploded in a large cloud of grey smoke, Batman darted around behind a pile of refuse.

But unfortunately, the Leader saw through this ruse, spinning around to catch the Batman by throat as the latter tried to ambush him from behind and delivered seven quick, strong punches to the man's Kevlar armoured chest. The Dark Knight grabbed both arms to stop the onslaught, only for the Leader to pull him in close and slam his forehead against his. This attack was enough to disorient the Batman as the Leader then threw a heel kick into his diaphragm and sent him flying into a pile garbage.

His vision blurry and his hearing muffled, Batman could barely make out the Leader preaching to his underlings as well as Robin's cries for him to get up. Then as the Dark Knight's vision began to clear up, a bright white light filled his vision almost blinding him.

Once the light had receded, everyone looked to see crouched in one spot was a dark armoured shape. The figure looked humanoid as it rose to stand and it looked a menacing picture.

Robin gawked at the sight of whoever or whatever the thing was standing there. Dark metal surfaces shone dimly in the light of the torches. A massive helm that concealed the face of whomever it was with a thin V-shaped eye slit allowing the wearer to see. A large but not massive sword was clad in a gauntleted hand, the blade dark and rippling with a thousand folds with a faint purple glow complimenting it. Robin vaguely thought that this armour clad being was something akin to a knight of some kind.

The Leader was quick to roar out, "A challenger to our rule! Kill him!" The gang members all surged towards the armour clad man, roaring in triumph. What happened next was a slaughter.

The knight's sword was alit with orange-red flames as the blade cleaved through the bodies and limbs of the gang members, severing heads from shoulders, before the flames turned them in charred husks. Robin could barely comprehend what was happening, but he did note that every time the sword claimed a life, purple energy flowed out from the gangbangers and into the sword itself with the flames flaring brightly each time.

Acting quickly, Robin ran over to his mentor to help him up. Mindful of his wounds, Robin helped Batman to his feet, acting as a crutch while he found his balance. They then looked to see the absolute carnage wrought as all the Mutant gang members were dead and the mystery knight was facing the Mutant Leader who had armed himself with a massive exhaust pipe to match the warrior's sword. But it was to no avail as the unknown warrior easily made mincemeat of the Mutant Leader, blocking and parrying every strike made then countering with slashes and thrusts of his sword, each blow intended to wound rather than kill.

Soon the Leader's wounds were getting to him, his body bleeding profusely as his attacks became slower and weaker. With a final roar, the Leader swung his makeshift club down onto the knight, only for the attack to be sidestepped and the back of his knee was sliced to the bone. The Leader gave a pathetic cry of pain as he fell to his wound leg, weakly propping himself up with his club.

The once great and powerful (read: not really) Leader of the Mutant gang looked up at his foe who stood over him, as if contemplating what to do next. The knight stared down at the gang leader, his expression hidden by his helmet.

"Go on then. Do it!" the Leader snarled. "You don't have the-" he tried to say before his head was suddenly and swiftly severed from his neck by the warrior's sword. The mystical flames from the man's sword instantly cauterised the wound, but it didn't stop blood spurting out like a fountain and purple energy flew out of the Leader's corpse and into the warrior's sword. The Mutant gang was completely eradicated and their Leader was no more.

Robin couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Although living in Gotham and being Batman's protégé had prepared him for the worst humanity had to offer, the sheer ruthlessness and efficiency of the kills the unknown warrior had inflicted on the Mutant gang had stunned him to silence, leaving him almost catatonic to his surroundings. The white lenses of his mask were rooted to the spot where the Leader's headless corpse lay, blood pooling and congealing around it. The Mutant Leader was one of the few men who nearly bested Batman had just been killed in cold blood with ruthless and precise efficiency.

Although he was shocked by what he saw himself, Batman was very much aware of what happened. Dozens of people had been murdered and the culprit was right in front of him. He had to be taken down. And Batman was the one to do it.

Or at least attempt to…

Ignoring his pain, the Dark Knight pulled out from his utility belt a pair explosive batarangs. Readying himself for the coming fight, he threw the projectiles towards the armoured being. They exploded as soon as they hit and threw up a cloud of grey smoke. But as the smoke cleared, it was obvious that there was no damage. If anything, the armour clad warrior had a new target to focus on. The Batman.

Said vigilante dropped into a fighting stance, his muscles bunched up and tense, ready to launch the first strike. The pain from his earlier injuries was palpable, but his hyper conditioned body and training allowed him to push through it for the time being. The armoured knight simply stared at Batman, as if wondering why he was so eager to fight. His patience wearing thin, the Dark Knight launched himself at the man and that was a loud word was spoken, or more accurately shouted.

"IZZ!"

Batman suddenly found himself encased in thick ice, trapping him from the neck. Growling in frustration, Batman fought to get free, to reach his utility belt for a gadget that would liberate him from his icy confines.

The knight calmly strode over to Batman and bent down slightly as if to look at him. Batman stared back defiantly, his teeth bared in a silent snarl. The knight then straightened himself up and looked ready to say something when a red disk struck him, exploding, stumbling him a little. Robin dropped in front of his mentor protectively, two bird-a-rangs in his hands, ready for a fight.

"What are you doing?!" Batman demanded, both out of anger and concern for his partner's safety.

"Saving you! Duh!" Robin replied cheekily, but underneath the cheeky demeanour, the Boy Wonder was frightened. This armoured warrior had killed dozens of Mutant gangbangers, wiping them out before easily dismantling and killing their leader and had easily taken Batman out of the fight by freezing him to spot in thick ice. If he would admit it, Robin was nowhere near Batman's level, but he wasn't about to let that stop him.

The armoured warrior regained his composure and stared at the Boy Wonder directly, the thin eye slit boring into Robin's white lenses. For a moment that last a few seconds but felt like hours, the two did nothing. Youthful impatience winning out, Robin threw his bird-a-rangs at the knight, hoping to gain the initiative. Before the disks could even touch him, the knight's sword sliced them cleanly in half. Charging at the larger man, Robin launched himself at his opponent only for his body to go suddenly limp as he lost all sensation in his arms and legs. The knight lowered his left hand which had glowed briefly with green light.

Robin panted as he tried to force his limbs to move only to flinch fearfully as the knight stood over him like an unassailable mountain. The knight then kneeled down to look the Boy Wonder in the eye. A panicked thought ran through Robin's head as he realised he was at the armoured warrior's mercy and that tonight would be his last night on earth.

Then the knight stood up straight and walked off, seemingly uninterested. Robin watched as the knight walked off, leaving the area just as Batman freed himself of his icy prison. Batman groaned as his pain came through, but his first thought was his young ward who had been paralysed somehow.

"Robin, are you alright?" the Dark Knight as he quickly moved to treat whatever had befallen the boy.

"I think so," came the uncertain response. "I can't move my arms or legs," he then said, a note of panic entering his voice.

"Hold on," Batman told him as he put the call for the Batmobile to come to them. Within seconds, the highly advanced vehicle came to them. Scooping the paralysed boy up in his arms, Batman climbed into the Batmobile before the car rocketed off onto the streets on the road that would take them to the Bat Cave.

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The Bat Cave, just after midnight.

Thankfully, by the time, they had reached the base, Robin had seemingly recovered the use of his limbs, but that didn't stop Alfred Pennyworth from hounding them both to surrender themselves to medical attention. After having their injuries patched up, Batman and Robin, or rather, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson respectively, attended the massive computer console of the Bat-Computer, studying the footage their cowl and mask cameras had taken of the battle. Namely that against the unknown warrior. As soon as they started, Alfred had joined them.

Dick looked a little queasy at the sight of the unknown warrior killing the Mutant gang so quickly and easily. Having been an SAS Operator during the Vietnam War, as well as an MI6 Agent before working the Wayne family, Alfred was less queasy than Dick, but that didn't mean he was unaffected by the sight of a medieval warrior getting medieval on gangbangers. Bruce was too focused on studying how the warrior, so as to be better prepared the next time he faced this unknown.

"Who or what is this thing? Dick asked his mentor. For a long moment, Bruce was silent and just as Dick began to think he wasn't going to get an answer, Bruce took in a breath before answering his ward's question.

"I don't know." Glancing at his protégé, Bruce said to him, "Get some sleep. You have school tomorrow." Alfred then informed his employer that the Bat-Signal had been lit. Pulling his cowl back over his face, Bruce climbed into the Batmobile, despite his injuries paining him and drove off to speak to whomever had lit the signal.

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Gotham City Police Department Headquarters.

James 'Jim' Gordon, the Gotham City Police Commissioner lit a cigarette and took a swig of it, blowing out a plume of smoke. He was having a very bad night; he was used to having bad nights given his position as the police commissioner in a city rife with crime and coprruption, but tonight had its cake and ate it too.

He had just gotten back to HQ from the Junkyard where the mother of all massacres had happened. The coroners and forensic teams were still down there, determining causes of death for the bodies, all of whom were members of the Mutant gang. While Jim wouldn't weep for the loss of street gang members, the fact that some of Batman and Robin's gadgets being there raised alarm bells.

Those who were among the people who hated Batman declared him guilty of slaughtering the gang members, while the more seasoned and smarter police officers argued that it wasn't the Batman's style to slice people to ribbons and burn the corpses.

A faint breeze brushed Jim telling him that someone was behind him.

"You're late," the police commissioner bit out, not even turning around to look behind him.

"And you were going to give up the smoking," Batman replied.

Jim took another drag of his cigarette, blowing out smoke before turning around to look at the unofficial partner of the GCPD.

Observing the Batman's form barely hidden in the shadows, Jim noted the blood stains that had dried out, plus the telltale signs that Batman had been heavily injured in some battle told the police commissioner that he wasn't the only one who'd had a bad night.

"You know what happened." The words weren't a question, but rather a statement. Jim had decided to speak first then allow Batman to answer.

"It wasn't me if you were thinking," came the Batman's reply.

"I know," Jim easily confirmed. "But I'd like to know who is responsible. Some of the new officers don't know you like the rest of us do," he then said. "And the mayor could easily paint you as a convenient scapegoat, unless I present him something that says otherwise," he added warningly.

Batman produced from his belt a thumb drive which would fit into any modern computer and Jim knew it would contain as much information that Batman had been able to gather so far.

"A word of warning, Jim; the information here is bad, even by Gotham's standards," Batman warned to which Jim nodded. "If he is seen about in public, don't approach him. He's a complete unknown. We don't know his full capabilities yet. If any of your officers see, signal for me."

Jim looked at the thumb drive in his palm, saying, "Anything else I should-" Looking up, Jim smiled slightly as he saw Batman had already disappeared. "Hm. Every damn time," he muttered before finishing off his cigarette, then stubbing it out under his shoe. He turned off the signal before making his way inside. He had some research to do now.

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Gotham City Narrows.

The Dragonborn calmly walked through the back alleys of this strange new city he'd found himself in. After dealing with those odd bandits, killing their leader and then dealing with those two oddities, the Dragonborn had made his way further into this strange landscape.

In a strangely twisted way, this city was like Riften, but much worse. Trash and refuse lined and piled up in the streets. Beggars were situated in corners and alleyways, desperate not to be seen. Low lives and riff-raff stalked the streets looking for an easy target. A few had thought to make the Dragonborn a target, but it took some broken or severed fingers to persuade them to rethink that choice.

After stopping a passer-by to ask where he might find some accommodation, the Dragonborn then found what was called a motel. After speaking with the manager, a sleazy looking man, the warrior bought himself a room for the night. The manager had been surprised to be paid septims which made the Dragonborn note that the currency of this land may be different. Still, he paid the man ten septims, the usual fare of taverns he'd stayed in back in Skyrim.

The room was dingy and a little dirty, but given how dilapidated and rough looking this motel was, it was little surprise to the Dragonborn as he took off his helmet to set on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. Sighing to himself, the warrior then lay back on the mattress to get some sleep. It had been a trying day for him. He would deal with the issue tomorrow when he'd had a good night's rest.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: There! First chapter of this is done and dusted. I know some of you will say that I already have an Elder Scrolls/Young Justice crossover, and I am aware of that, but this is an attempt at writing a YJ/ES crossover set more in the YJ universe rather than setting it in the Outer Worlds universe. Plus I'm kinda struggling to come up with material for the next chapter, or at least the discipline to sit down and write the next chapter for it. I know what I want, I just can't visualise it if that makes any sense.

If the beginning of the story seems familiar, I took inspiration from OVERLORDOZZ's Ghost Rider/Young Justice crossover, specifically the fifth chapter of that story, so full credit goes to him for the inspiration, as well as an apology if it upsets him. Hopefully I've made this chapter different enough from his to make it not seem so on the nose.

So, next idea for this chapter, still deciding, but I was thinking that the Dragonborn gets involved in something like Meta-Brawl or better yet, the Penguin's own underground fight circuit where the Dragonborn fights three contenders for cash and shows he's not playing around by killing all three contenders. Who those contenders are, still deciding that myself, but they'll be familiar faces from the Batman universe, specifically the Arkham games.

So, apart from that, I haven't got too much more to say about this. I'll leave this here and see you all in the next one.

Be kind to one another,

Angry lil' elf.