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crossoverficAuthor: serendu
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also DC comics and their subsidiaries. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Notes: Batman/Hp xover. Harry Potter wasn’t the only person in Hogwarts with a godfather.
Heh – didn’t quite mean to leave you with a cliffhanger and then imply that it would be ages until the next update. What I meant was – everything is up in the air in my life right now – so I couldn’t promise the next chapter asap. Thank you for all the reviews – they are much appreciated!
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
Yesterday.
Bruce blinked, realising he had actually nodded off with his visitor. ‘I’m sorry. Was there something you wanted?’
The old man whose name he couldn’t remember smiled at him. ‘Not at all my dear boy, not at all. Thank you for taking the time to see me. I’ll show myself out.’
Bruce blinked again. He thought that sounded a bit odd when Alfred was around, but who was he to stop the man?
Twenty minutes later he didn’t even remember the man had called.
***
Coleman Reese looked exasperated, Bruce noted with some bemusement.
‘But sir!’ He finally exclaimed. ‘After all the trouble you went to buy Grunnings Drills – selling it now would be...’ He trailed off.
Bruce inwardly frowned. He still couldn’t remember why he’d impulsively bought the Surrey based drill company and then insisted they invested heavily in it; perhaps it was part of his airhead Bruce Wayne image. He mentally shrugged, turning the report page over. Perhaps they should keep it a bit longer. He glanced surreptitiously over to Reese, noting the reddened face and sweat covered brow.
At least not selling would stave off Reese’s inevitable stomach ulcer a bit longer.
***
Lucius Fox passed the figures over to Bruce. ‘I’m thinking that one of the managers has been skimming the profits.’ He stated, waiting for Bruce’s reaction.
Bruce read the accounts and wondered once again why on earth he’d ever bothered to invest in Surrey.
‘Have him warned.’ He said eventually. ‘Don’t fire him – yet – let’s give this Dursley a chance to correct his ways – and then see where it goes.’
‘Of course Mr Wayne.’ Lucius said, taking the accounts off Bruce. ‘I’ll make sure it is clear to our UK management what our course of action shall be.’
‘Have you decided about Reese yet?’
Lucius Fox nodded slowly. ‘We’re keeping him – better to keep an eye on him here than let him go...’
Bruce face was expressionless. ‘So no plans to do anything then...’
Lucius looked slightly confused. ‘Plans Mr Wayne?’
Bruce blinked. ‘Sorry Lucius – I just had a thought that there may have been some plans...’ He trailed off, and thought hard. ‘No – whatever it was is gone.’
***
‘Ladies.’ Bruce said with a leer.
Both women stopped, and gave what Bruce guessed what they thought was an appropriately attractive smile back at him.
‘Why Mr Wayne...’ The first said, making sure she aimed her chest as far forward as she possibly could to him. ‘Fancy seeing you at this little party.’ She bit her lip in an enticing manner.
‘Yes...’ The other added, as she ran a hand through her immaculate hair. ‘It has been quite a while since we saw you last...’
‘Yes... Last time was when your goddaughter was visiting.’
Bruce blinked at that, genuinely puzzled. ‘Goddaughter?’ He said, looking confused, as he slid his arms around the two women, whose eyes had widened with anticipation at having the Prince of Gotham accompanying them.
‘Oh...’ The first trailed off as Bruce’s hand brushed her bare back. ‘I know you don’t have a goddaughter, I must be mistaken.’
‘Indeed.’ Bruce said, with a smile, wondering how dense the woman must be to think he had any godchildren. Everyone knew no one was stupid enough to name brainless Bruce Wayne as responsible for anything – let alone their child.
***
Sometimes he wondered if he had forgotten something important - something that he had treasured and valued.
And then the thought would pass.
***
What did he know about children? Bruce wondered as he looked at the documents he was about to sign to gain guardianship of one Richard John Grayson. But the alternative to leave him to the system in Gotham was just unthinkable. He picked up his pen and wrote his signature at the bottom of each page marked with an ‘X’.
The lawyers in his office all looked relieved as he did so. He tried not to smirk. Dumping a potential guardianship onto a bunch of lawyers better equipped to company mergers had been entertaining. The look in some of their eyes had been something close to utter terror.
But now it was all signed and soon to be sealed. They could breathe easy.
He finished the last signature with a flourish and handed the papers over, before donning an inane smile and leaning back in his chair.
His lawyers gathered up their paperwork and left.
He sighed. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he could do.
He just hoped Alfred would come around to his way of thinking soon. Alfred had not been impressed at the idea of any child coming to the house at all.
He knew he felt reluctant too – but he couldn’t see another way around the situation.
If there was someone he could trust – he could encourage them to raise the boy outside of Gotham – away from the place of tragedy where his parents had died. As it was, he didn’t have anyone. So he had to do it himself.
***
He wondered sometimes who the people in the photo standing next to his parents were. He knew they were something to do with his father, but he couldn’t for the life of them remember who the smiling couple were.
Strangely Alfred didn’t remember their names either.
Bruce picked up the frame and looked at the photo closely, before rubbing his forehead with his free hand and setting the photo frame back down on the table. He continued to rub his forehead as he walked out of the room. He was sure he’d meant to do something else rather than do whatever it was he was just doing.
***
It was odd how much time had passed and yet, Gotham and her villains remained the same. Sometimes Bruce felt like he was an in an endless game of cat and mouse. He gazed at the new, improved suit that Lucius had provided and tried to blank out how it felt like he would never, ever find any happiness outside of taking on the criminal element in Gotham.
And now his ward was involved too.
He refused to consider what that said about him.
It wasn’t like anyone could wave a magic wand and fix things for him.
This was the role he had chosen to do. He would do it until it was finished. Or he died. He mentally shrugged. He got the feeling that the way things were going the latter would come first.
***
He flung himself to the left, just avoiding the final blast. He threw a batarang with incredible accuracy, ensuring that there would be no more blasts of that nature. He came to a stop and glared down at the villain now being carted off.
If there was one thing Bruce Wayne and his alter ego Batman knew it was this.
He utterly loathed magic.
****
Thoughts, comments or questions?
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also DC comics and their subsidiaries. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Notes: Batman/Hp xover. Harry Potter wasn’t the only person in Hogwarts with a godfather.
Heh – didn’t quite mean to leave you with a cliffhanger and then imply that it would be ages until the next update. What I meant was – everything is up in the air in my life right now – so I couldn’t promise the next chapter asap. Thank you for all the reviews – they are much appreciated!
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
Yesterday.
Bruce blinked, realising he had actually nodded off with his visitor. ‘I’m sorry. Was there something you wanted?’
The old man whose name he couldn’t remember smiled at him. ‘Not at all my dear boy, not at all. Thank you for taking the time to see me. I’ll show myself out.’
Bruce blinked again. He thought that sounded a bit odd when Alfred was around, but who was he to stop the man?
Twenty minutes later he didn’t even remember the man had called.
***
Coleman Reese looked exasperated, Bruce noted with some bemusement.
‘But sir!’ He finally exclaimed. ‘After all the trouble you went to buy Grunnings Drills – selling it now would be...’ He trailed off.
Bruce inwardly frowned. He still couldn’t remember why he’d impulsively bought the Surrey based drill company and then insisted they invested heavily in it; perhaps it was part of his airhead Bruce Wayne image. He mentally shrugged, turning the report page over. Perhaps they should keep it a bit longer. He glanced surreptitiously over to Reese, noting the reddened face and sweat covered brow.
At least not selling would stave off Reese’s inevitable stomach ulcer a bit longer.
***
Lucius Fox passed the figures over to Bruce. ‘I’m thinking that one of the managers has been skimming the profits.’ He stated, waiting for Bruce’s reaction.
Bruce read the accounts and wondered once again why on earth he’d ever bothered to invest in Surrey.
‘Have him warned.’ He said eventually. ‘Don’t fire him – yet – let’s give this Dursley a chance to correct his ways – and then see where it goes.’
‘Of course Mr Wayne.’ Lucius said, taking the accounts off Bruce. ‘I’ll make sure it is clear to our UK management what our course of action shall be.’
‘Have you decided about Reese yet?’
Lucius Fox nodded slowly. ‘We’re keeping him – better to keep an eye on him here than let him go...’
Bruce face was expressionless. ‘So no plans to do anything then...’
Lucius looked slightly confused. ‘Plans Mr Wayne?’
Bruce blinked. ‘Sorry Lucius – I just had a thought that there may have been some plans...’ He trailed off, and thought hard. ‘No – whatever it was is gone.’
***
‘Ladies.’ Bruce said with a leer.
Both women stopped, and gave what Bruce guessed what they thought was an appropriately attractive smile back at him.
‘Why Mr Wayne...’ The first said, making sure she aimed her chest as far forward as she possibly could to him. ‘Fancy seeing you at this little party.’ She bit her lip in an enticing manner.
‘Yes...’ The other added, as she ran a hand through her immaculate hair. ‘It has been quite a while since we saw you last...’
‘Yes... Last time was when your goddaughter was visiting.’
Bruce blinked at that, genuinely puzzled. ‘Goddaughter?’ He said, looking confused, as he slid his arms around the two women, whose eyes had widened with anticipation at having the Prince of Gotham accompanying them.
‘Oh...’ The first trailed off as Bruce’s hand brushed her bare back. ‘I know you don’t have a goddaughter, I must be mistaken.’
‘Indeed.’ Bruce said, with a smile, wondering how dense the woman must be to think he had any godchildren. Everyone knew no one was stupid enough to name brainless Bruce Wayne as responsible for anything – let alone their child.
***
Sometimes he wondered if he had forgotten something important - something that he had treasured and valued.
And then the thought would pass.
***
What did he know about children? Bruce wondered as he looked at the documents he was about to sign to gain guardianship of one Richard John Grayson. But the alternative to leave him to the system in Gotham was just unthinkable. He picked up his pen and wrote his signature at the bottom of each page marked with an ‘X’.
The lawyers in his office all looked relieved as he did so. He tried not to smirk. Dumping a potential guardianship onto a bunch of lawyers better equipped to company mergers had been entertaining. The look in some of their eyes had been something close to utter terror.
But now it was all signed and soon to be sealed. They could breathe easy.
He finished the last signature with a flourish and handed the papers over, before donning an inane smile and leaning back in his chair.
His lawyers gathered up their paperwork and left.
He sighed. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he could do.
He just hoped Alfred would come around to his way of thinking soon. Alfred had not been impressed at the idea of any child coming to the house at all.
He knew he felt reluctant too – but he couldn’t see another way around the situation.
If there was someone he could trust – he could encourage them to raise the boy outside of Gotham – away from the place of tragedy where his parents had died. As it was, he didn’t have anyone. So he had to do it himself.
***
He wondered sometimes who the people in the photo standing next to his parents were. He knew they were something to do with his father, but he couldn’t for the life of them remember who the smiling couple were.
Strangely Alfred didn’t remember their names either.
Bruce picked up the frame and looked at the photo closely, before rubbing his forehead with his free hand and setting the photo frame back down on the table. He continued to rub his forehead as he walked out of the room. He was sure he’d meant to do something else rather than do whatever it was he was just doing.
***
It was odd how much time had passed and yet, Gotham and her villains remained the same. Sometimes Bruce felt like he was an in an endless game of cat and mouse. He gazed at the new, improved suit that Lucius had provided and tried to blank out how it felt like he would never, ever find any happiness outside of taking on the criminal element in Gotham.
And now his ward was involved too.
He refused to consider what that said about him.
It wasn’t like anyone could wave a magic wand and fix things for him.
This was the role he had chosen to do. He would do it until it was finished. Or he died. He mentally shrugged. He got the feeling that the way things were going the latter would come first.
***
He flung himself to the left, just avoiding the final blast. He threw a batarang with incredible accuracy, ensuring that there would be no more blasts of that nature. He came to a stop and glared down at the villain now being carted off.
If there was one thing Bruce Wayne and his alter ego Batman knew it was this.
He utterly loathed magic.
****
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Date: 2009-07-02 10:58 pm (UTC)Indeed. More on Dumbledore's reasons (or lack thereof) is planned for future chapters...
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