I own nothing relating to any series, including DC and any other series I might mention.

This will be a mixture of series and universes, including DC Pre-Crisis, DC Post-Crisis, DCAU, DCAMU and 2003's Teen Titans. There are likely going to be others added in as well, but those are the primary ones.

Based off of Blood Brandy's Vegas Vacation Challenge

Untitled Challenge Fic

Chapter 1

The last few months of Harry Potter's life had been an emotional rollercoaster… in fact, the last five years had been an emotional rollercoaster, but the last few months had hit him exceptionally hard. Despite that, Remus had suggested he take a break and convinced him, after Sirius' will reading in which he inherited every last thing his godfather once owned, to take a break in America. After a few jokes about where they would go, they eventually decided on Vegas.

Thanks to Sirius, Harry learned that he was now technically outside the law as to what the Ministry could tell him to do with his life. He had been legally declared of-age and therefore an adult. And, as he had completed his OWLs, they couldn't force him to keep going to school at Hogwarts. Which was fine with him at this point, he was tired of the constant near-death experiences and risking the lives of his friends. Not to mention the manipulation and guilt-inducing tactics Dumbledore almost constantly put him through.

Using a decent amount of the Black family money but not enough to really put a dent in it, and mostly because he knew that the remaining members would hate the fact he was helping a muggleborn, he paid for the best medical treatment the magical world to offer and offered to pay for anything they could think of from the muggle world to help Hermione along. Her parents weren't exactly happy with him but they seemed to appreciate the fact he was trying to do right.

The Weasleys, on the other hand, got absolutely nothing. Not a knut, not a pence, not even a word in Sirius' will. Which he understood while the will was being read.

He had to get a little help from the goblins to get his keys - they did not like the fact he didn't have them and charged him a pretty sickle in order to get them back - which was followed by his hiring a cursebreaker through Gringotts in order to remove whatever was on him that kept him from getting his mail. Which cost him another pretty sickle but he had a number of curses removed, not just the owl-redirection wards.

Removing a horcrux, whatever that was, cured his eyesight, so that was a bonus. He kept the glasses though, getting just a simple glass pane instead of a lens, he thought he looked weird without them. His hair had straightened out and his jaw got a bit wider to go with it, making him look a bit more manly than he did before. He didn't know why he had a curse on him that would do that, but it was gone so he didn't complain. Rather, he complained a lot about the mental inhibitor and magical bindings, plural, they found and removed.

He gave a snort at that, Voldemort's equal indeed. Maybe when he was a toddler but now he outclassed the man in sheer magical power. And he could tell just from what he remembered now that the inhibitor was gone! Dear Merlin, he could tell how much faster and more efficiently his brain worked just by trying to connect dots on the Potter financial situation. And, again, Dumbledore was to blame for the bit of a problem that was going on there.

The goblins, bless their greedy little hearts, had helped with that, auditing his Potter vaults - plural again, and more than enough to anger him more than he already was. So much was kept from him that he should've known about when he turned eleven at the least! - and showing just how much debt he was currently in. Enough that he would have to pay most of the Black vaults to Dumbledore and the Weasleys in order to get out from the debt he was in.

Dumbledore had, quite illegally, taken over the role of Magical Guardian that had rightfully belonged to Sirius and the goblins didn't really care. The right paperwork had been filed, so Harry couldn't blame them for all that, as much as he wanted to. He was a better person.

Following gaining custody of him, Dumbledore had poured all of Potter finances into the Order of the Phoenix, taken out loans from the Dumbledore family, poured that into the Weasleys under the guise of an equally illegal marriage contract with Ginny, who then poured that mostly into the Order and the rest into all seven years for the seven Weasley children to go to Hogwarts, at Muggleborn prices which were roughly five times the norm for a half or pureblood. He then took out a rather sizable loan - twice as much as the Potters were originally worth, not including material goods - from Gringotts in order to pay himself back, which he then took out another loan from himself for twice that amount and funneled it all into the Order. Again.

Harry had until he was seventeen to pay back everyone or he would be destitute and forced to sell off what little remained after Dumbledore pilfered it all. Oh, and Dumbledore had the right of first refusal for all Potter family items sold at one percent market value.

After apologizing profusely for the destroyed office - the goblins were more impressed considering how well warded Gringotts was - Harry promised to make good on his debts with a dark smile that promised agony, which even a few goblins shuddered at.

He paid the goblins a bit of money, including tip for their wonderful service and for the broken wards and offices, and went to Black Manor and did some rather quick-paced studying of every form of teleportation he could find, as well as ward-altering and some rather fancy space-expanding charms.

He ended up renting a room from Gringotts less than two days later - and could he say that he absolutely loved how well his mind worked now?! What would've taken him weeks of studying took him less than two full days! - and warped into the vault that contained the gold, gems, jewelry and just about everything else Dumbledore had stolen from him.

While apparition was impossible inside Gringotts, the Blacks had an interesting charm in their library that was the equivalent of a high-powered switching charm. Once he combined that with the location-definition that apparition and portkeys were known for, he was inside the Orders vaults and summoned every last knut, pence, book, gem and everything else that was inside. Who cared that it didn't technically all belong to him, he was going to make Dumbledore regret trying to fuck him over.

Even after filling a large space in a heavily expanded trunk, there were still lots of things in the room. Furniture, paintings, magical varieties of both and so much more. He even found the Philosopher's Stone! Merlin, he hoped the Flamels were alive so he could return the stone to them.

After paying Gringotts back, he still had over ten times the amount that he would need to pay them back, and he 'paid' Dumbledore back, only to take it all from him with some cleverly applied tracking charms that a small bribe had the goblins ignore. Which then allowed him access to Dumbledore's family vaults, leaving the old man with just thirty sickles and a curse on them that would see him completely hairless and speaking more gibberish than usual.

He then gave the goblins a way to block that form of teleportation and paid their required fee for a successful theft. Stealing was one thing, stealing as revenge was an entirely other thing that the goblins saw as something to be proud of. Especially if it ruined the one that they got revenge on. It was the only type of stealing the goblins actually approved of. And, though he knew he wouldn't fall for it, he didn't want to fight the desire to rob other vaults.

After getting all of his money and then some back, he had the goblins transfer it all to their nearly defunct American branch and asked them to keep him out of the British magical world, going as far as to sell off all of his stores for scrap after shutting them down. He basically bought the entire American market as far as legal magical goods were sold, as well as funding some severely underfunded magical reserves and greenhouses, and donating a lot to the Native American tribes to keep their magical history and schools going, as small as they now were.

After that, he had them take ninety percent of everything not in use or reserved and gave them carte blanche to do what they wanted in the magical world, as long as it turned a profit. Even he shuddered at their feral grins when they heard that.

Warping back to Black Manor, he met Remus there, who picked him up so they could go off to their airport and take the muggle way to the States, off of Dumbledore's radar.

Harry was surprised, shocked and a little bit angry when Sirius had met them there, punching his godfather hard enough to break his nose before hugging him in a vice-like grip. Remus had laughed his ass off at Sirius' injury before Harry had done the same to him for keeping the secret about his godfather from him.

To celebrate his godfather's survival, and after they healed each other's noses, his godfathers - Lily had named Remus his maternal godfather while Sirius was his paternal godfather - took him out gambling and the night had turned into a blur spectacularly quickly.

~Z~

Harry blinked before he winced and hissed at the light assaulting his eyes. Last night… nights? Merlin, he had no clue how long he had been out, but it was all a blur before there was nothing at all.

Sirius being alive, playing a few types of poker before settling on some game with a spinning wheel and a ball, winning a lot and lots of cheering from people around him. Then things got weird.

Some guy dressed in black and white that looked like some idiot from one of Dudleys programs, a green kid dressed in white and purple, a caucasian kid dressed in red, green and yellow, some black guy with metal bits all over, two very pretty girls that looked roughly the same age as him, one with orange skin and darker orange hair while the other had hair darker than his own and skin that put Snape to shame in how pale it was.

It got a bit blurry after that before he didn't remember much of anything. Elvis, a caucasian woman with a light green tint to her skin and burning red hair, a white-skinned woman with blond hair that ended in two ponytails, one red and one blue, a toddler with a toy car that was wearing a tutu, some nondescript woman, the white-skinned woman and the redhead getting married by Elvis and then that same pale-skinned girl he had seen fighting the guy dressed in black and white, only she was wearing an absolutely stunning white dress that just made her look even more beautiful in his eyes.

Oh, and Hermione and her parents! That was always something nice to remember, though he couldn't remember why he was seeing them in Vegas or why Hermione looked so happy, enough that she was crying.

Shaking his head and instantly regretting it, he climbed out of bed and started to make his way to the bathroom… as soon as he could open his eyes enough to find it. The fact that this wasn't the room he rented didn't occur to him, but the carpet was soft and the bathroom was huge and that was really all he cared about.

After what felt like forever emptying his bladder - at least the Dursleys had taught him something useful, he had seen the mess the other boys made in the Gryffindor bathrooms before the house elves could clean it up - he left the room and collapsed back into the bed that was big enough to let three stretch out comfortably, let alone himself. He could try to remember more of what happened when his head didn't feel like a basilisk was fighting an army without the use of its eyes… That is to say, poorly.

Seconds after he wiggled himself under the warm, warm covers, a decidedly nude body pressed up against his own and hugged him to itself.

Things seemed to slow down around him as his eyes burst open. Ignoring the sharp pain from the light, he examined the feeling on his side before he decided to react. It was a soft figure, thin limbs and extremities. Decent size bust - thank Merlin it wasn't a guy. He did not swing the same way as Dean and Seamus - narrow waist and nothing sticking out below that. He moved his free arm slowly, raising the blankets carefully as to not disturb his bed-partner, he noticed that there was a simple golden band on his left ring finger before he pushed the blankets up enough to see that pretty pale-skinned woman from the street fight laying in the bed next to him, naked as the day she was born.

Other than the obvious male reaction from seeing that, he brain worked overtime as he tried to process who she was and what she was doing in bed with him. With how she was laying, her left arm between the two of them and her hand down by his hip, he couldn't see anything that he felt in his gut was likely going to be true. Harry luck be damned!

He used a weak tugging charm, the precursor to the summoning charm, to try and pry the pretty girl's hand up as he wiggled to the side a little. Forgetting his newfound magical strength, his hand snapped over and caught her arm before it flew up and hit the headboard. Taking a second to ensure she didn't wake from that, he took a look at her left ring finger. And there was a gold ring with an impressively large diamond set into it.

Despite knowing there were spells to check chastity, he didn't actually know any. He considered it an invasion of privacy and information he didn't have to actively know about someone. But he figured the two of them had gotten married by Elvis and, because they were in muggle America, they had used the standard wedding vows. Till death do them part. And he was a wizard… homo magi. If he had married her, that meant it stuck.

He swore, quite verbally and louder than he had meant to, which had the 'benefit' of waking up his bed partner.

Seeing her wince and look up - she really was extraordinarily beautiful - she grabbed the blankets from him and tucked them back in. "Head hurts," she said in a slightly raspy voice. "Back to sleep Harry."

All he had gotten out was a dumb "Err" before she kissed him and made his brain go screwy. Oh yeah, he was fucked. Deciding his head hurt too much and she was right, he laid his head back down and went back to sleep.

~Z~

It was either sunrise or sunset before Harry woke up again. Though his head still hurt, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been for his bathroom break. He opened his eyes and didn't even have to wince to look around.

The first thing he noticed was the lack of snuggles he had. Tossing the blanket up, he noticed that he was both alone and still naked. He sighed in relief, passing the girl off as some dream that his aching brain came up with and that Sirius had put a gold ring on his finger as some kind of joke. He wouldn't put it past the dog.

Then he heard the toilet flush and his head shot over to the bathroom door, just in time to see said girl open the door and walk out. Still naked. His face felt like it was burning and his body reacted appropriately. As much as that orange colored woman looked like a runway model, the girl in front of him was much more his type. He partially blamed Hermione for that, even if his best friend wasn't quite as narrow.

Straight black hair that reached her hips but was a little messy from sleep, dark purple eyes that were looking over him as he looked over her, pale pink lips that were a little more full than most, narrow shoulders, at least a B-cup bust but no more than C-cup, Merlin be damned abs that he wanted to run his hands across, a decent waist that was neither heavy-set for her frame or far too skinny, narrow hips that looked like they were in line with her shoulders, a lack of carpet and legs that he swore went on for miles.

Of course, his attention snapped back up to her face, his own feeling red and only getting worse as he noticed her staring at his body reacting to hers. A faint smile graced her gorgeous face as he grabbed the blankets and bunched it up enough to cover his shame.

He struggled hard to keep his attention on her face as she started to walk over to him. She wasn't trying to show off but that didn't make it any easier.

"Err, um…" He started to stutter before he dumbly stated, "Hi…? I'm Harry."

She laughed softly and his heart fluttered. Not that he knew why, even Fleur hadn't gotten such from him and her magic was literally bred for that. "I know," she said with that same faint smile and raspy voice from earlier in the morning.

His 'issue' only got worse as she climbed into bed over him and sat in his lap. She tucked a stray few locks of hair behind her ear before she leaned in and kissed him, her soft hands cupping his face. His brain shut down again and he couldn't think straight.

Releasing the blankets, his hand moved to her hips, taking a gentle grasp as he started to kiss her back. Only to whimper when she broke the kiss as he started. He could see the amusement in her eyes as she leaned back.

She held up her left hand and showed the ring off to him, "I would say we found ourselves rather well acquainted last night." She stole a quick kiss from him again before she slid off of his lap and off the bed. The area around her hand turned black, as did a pair of white panties that looked like they would leave nothing to the imagination, before said panties flew over to her hand. She wasted no time in putting them on, which only got a stronger reaction from his lower half.

Look at him again, she gave him a full-on Sirius worthy smirk, "My name, husband, is Raven."

Frowning, she looked down at herself before she pulled the panties off and tossed them to the side. Which, again, got a reaction out of him. Even if his brain was too stunned from the kiss and the fact that the girl - would woman be the right term considering they were married? - had just told them they were married and didn't look the slightest bit upset over it. She then summoned what looked like his boxers, required clothing for him considering how tight briefs got, and put them on. And then a lacy white bra, an orange shirt he vaguely remembered buying and that had 'VEGAS' printed across the front before she looked around. "I don't suppose you happen to have a pair of pants my size in this room, do you?"

He shook his head slowly, never taking his eyes off her. But, not wanting to disappoint Raven, he looked around for his wand before spotting it over by the table on the other side of the room. Mentally thanking Hermione for helping him during his previous year at Hogwarts, he reached out towards his wand and summoned it to him. Unlike with Raven, his wand simply flew into his hand, there was no visible aura to it before he summoned it.

A casual flick of his wand and he summoned a pair of clothes for the both of them. Pants, shoes and socks for Raven and a full set of clothes for him sans pants. He gave her a cheeky grin despite the blush still burning on his cheeks, "The clothes will… last a couple hours at most. Long enough to buy some new ones at any rate."

As she walked over to grab the clothes he conjured, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close. Seeing as he was pretty sure they already had sex despite not remembering much of anything from the last few days, he was brave enough to pull her close and kiss her.

He grinned as she gave a cute little squeak, pulling her up into his lap as she kissed him back.

After a moment that felt far too short, she pushed against his chest and broke them apart. "Let's get dressed, we can get reacquainted after we get proper clothes and your godfathers."

Nodding dumbly, still a little out of it from the fact she kissed him back about as eagerly as he kissed her. That didn't stop him from watching her as she finished getting dressed. A thought occurred as she stood straight and he took a glance around the room, "Where'd the dress go? We didn't… in the hallway, did we?"

She laughed softly, turning around to face him, "No, we didn't. It was a lovely, expensive dress so I put it away before either of our actions could ruin it. More your… drunken state than anything else. Your winnings are in the same location."

Seeing as she wasn't going to turn around and he himself had plenty of time to ogle her as she dressed, he slipped off the bed and started to dress. His cheeks burned worse as he felt her stare but ignored it for the most part.

"You, uh, remember everything?" He asked as his pants came up. "I mean, I got blackout drunk. I blame my godfathers a bit, but I didn't stop drinking either so it's not all their fault. I got some bits and pieces of what happened but not very much."

"I do. We were together several days after your assistance with Doctor Light and your… almost ceaseless drinking. As I've gathered, you were banned from most of the casinos for your absurd luck. Sirius bought me a fake license from the goblins so I could join in your gambling and things progressed from there. Quickly, seeing how things turned out between us."

"And what about those women we saw with Elvis? Are they a part of your eccentric group of friends?"

Raven shook her head softly, "No. That was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. With our marriage, it's likely you'll encounter them again sooner or later. But they were kind enough to return the favor of being our witnesses as we were theirs."

"How much did I end up telling you?"

"In your state?" Raven replied calmly, "Nearly everything but nothing too detailed. Your ex-Headmaster using you as his personal checking account, your legal adulthood, your supposed best friend only being by your side because your ex-Headmaster was paying him to, your personal nemesis attempting to murder you when you were a toddler and then using your blood to resurrect himself and everything in between. Your other friend, Hermione, is like family to you. If the two of you were more romantically inclined, it would've been the two of you getting married instead of us. I have no doubt you have left out some stories but you're the type to downplay your achievements."

He couldn't really deny that. He hooked an arm through Ravens as he got ready to leave, stealing a kiss from the stunning ravenette. Kissing her was better than kissing Fleur. Fleur had been amazing but Raven scrambled his brain every time. That she kissed him back was… wow.

He took her hand in his own as they left the room, heading towards the elevator so they could find his godfathers. "I mean… yeah? How much have I told you about the challenges I faced at Hogwarts?"

"You pulled a philosopher's stone from an enchanted mirror that a professor possessed by your nemesis was trying to get, you destroyed an enchanted diary with a basilisk fang, rescued your paternal godfather from a horde of soul-devouring demonspawn, competed in a tournament meant for adults after your name was entered without your consent, had your blood taken from you to revive your nemesis, spent a year being mocked in a newspaper before being proven right and thought your paternal godfather was killed." Raven said all in one go. "As I said, you didn't go into details and you downplayed your role rather well."

That really wasn't much and they were married, so it couldn't hurt to tell her more. "Well, in my first year of school, my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was possessed by… my nemesis. He spent the year trying to get the Philosopher's Stone from the enchanted mirror that was at the end of some… rather simplistic puzzles that me, Hermione and Ron were able to solve. He killed and drained unicorns of their blood throughout the year to try to extend his life but it didn't work all that well.

"At, uh, Halloween, a troll got into the castle and nearly killed Hermione before I really knew her, though that event caused the start of our friendship. A little bit before the end of the year, the three of us went through the puzzles to keep the teacher from getting the stone, though we all thought it was the wrong teacher. If I told you anything about Snape, you'd understand why. Like I said, the puzzles were too simple for something that was supposed to protect a powerful magical artifact from the worst dark wizard the magical community had seen.

"Ron gets himself knocked out after a couple rooms, Hermione has to stay back in the second to last room and I enter the last room so I can try to stop the professor from stealing the stone for his master. The first room has a cerberus in it, a giant three-headed doberman. Fluffy's a softie though, even if we didn't know it at the time. I played a flute I got for Christmas, quite poorly if you ask me, but it lulls the giant pup to sleep and we're able to get to the next room which has a Devil's Snare in it. Hermione, obviously, figures out what it was and how we escape from it. The next room was a flying challenge, where I had to grab a broom in the room and try to capture one specific key out of a hundred while the others try to attack you when you get close to it.

"The next room was a giant chess set where we had to win to pass and Ron supposedly sacrificed himself so me and Hermione could go on. I kinda doubt that he did, knowing what I know now. He probably pretended to be knocked out so he didn't have to help any more. Next was another troll, but this one was dead before we passed through the room so we went straight to the second to last room which was a logic puzzle. I would've been stumped, I mean I was eleven at the time and more than willing to charge in headfirst and ask questions never. The same goes for most of the wizarding world honestly. Hermione solved the puzzle but there was only enough for one person to go forward and we hadn't been taught the flame-freezing charm yet.

"So I go forward alone and Hermione runs out to get help and I'm confronted with our useless Defense professor. He boasts and gloats for a while before he forces me in front of the enchanted mirror and I miraculously retrieve the stone from it before the professor removes his turban and shows a second face on the back of his head. Creepy as all hell and disgusting to boot. The rest is a bit of a blur. I remember the professor touching me and his hands burning into ash but without the fire. It spread like a fire, consuming his body until it fell apart. After that, the spirit of my nemesis fled and flew through me and all I remember after that is pain before passing out.

"Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital wing and Dumbledore is waiting for me. Kinda creepy if you ask me but that happens a lot around him. He tells me a bunch of hooey about how everyone knows what I did but that ended up being a flat out lie. He also tells me the philosopher's stone was destroyed, which was also a lie, it's currently sitting in my… our vault in New York. As soon as I find out if the Flamels are alive, I'll be returning it to them."

Raven listened silently as he talked and they walked. He just about finished when they walked into the first clothing store. "You feel better," she said a moment later. "You've gotten some stress off of your shoulders."

He hesitated a moment, frowning. "Ah," he exclaimed softly. "You're an empath, that's right. Sin City must be hell for you. Yeah I feel… a lot better, honestly."

He continued sharing his life at Hogwarts with her as they took turns modeling clothes for one another, eventually buying most of everything they needed from the one store, and several sets of everything as a just-in-case.

"I'm afraid," Raven said after he finished telling her about his second year in Hogwarts, turning slightly to model a lavender colored bra and matching panties to him, "that is not just something that occurs in your magical society. It will happen no matter who or no matter where you are. My friends and I have been blamed for disasters that there was no possible way we could've had a hand in, or prevented."

Harry nodded, a sour frown crossing his face as he sat in the back of the expanded changing room and watched as Raven modeled. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of how she looked. Had they not technically been in public, he would've been tempted to get reacquainted with her like she had promised.

"We've not finished buying new clothes, husband," Raven tittered. "Once we have them being cleaned, I will give you a reminder of last night."

He blushed, quickly clearing his throat. "I need to remember you're an empath, otherwise this will be a very embarrassing relationship." Despite his embarrassment, he watched closely as she stripped down again and switched clothes. He'd have to do the same in a matter of minutes but that was only fair.

He continued on with the story, telling her about his third year at Hogwarts, answering any questions she came up with as best he could. Once he got to the part where Moony was turning into a werewolf, it was his turn to try on clothes.

By the time he was finished with his story of his last five years at Hogwarts, he had only just finished trying on clothes and they were grabbing three of everything they wanted, which was everything, and he shelled out nearly a thousand dollars for everything. After they left the shop, Raven stored their new clothes… somewhere in her shadow and then made their way back to the hotel. He had hardly noticed that he had a hand wrapped around her waist and was holding her close as they walked, but he did notice her resting her head on his shoulder.