I own an egg salad sandwich. It was delicious. I am now broke because I do not own Harry Potter or Justice League. I would have bought two egg salad sandwiches instead.

Chapter 1

Charity Party

"Good evening," Bruce Wayne stood at the podium in the grand ball room at the Gotham Royal, "Last year our history came under attack at the hands of an arsonist." Lucius Malfoy almost failed to hide a smug expression.

"This however," Bruce continued, "showed to be a blessing in disguise. With the funding of multiple history enthusiasts throughout the year, and this charity ball. We will not only be able to fix the damages to the Smithsonian Museum as a whole, but also give it a much needed expansion for newer exhibits." People began to clap but were silenced by a raised hand from the billionaire. "Even more good news, thanks to the extensive security measures none of our precious history was lost."

"Hey Draco?" Harry whispered.

"What Po-Harry?" Draco retorted.

"Why is your dad choking on his champagne?" Harry inquired.

"I don't know," Draco answered then stated, "You look bored."

"I prefer hands on charity work." Harry sighed, "Sittin' around and talking about how fat our wallet is, well it's not my speed."

"What ar…" Draco began.

BOOM!

"Good evening ladies and gentleman," a man dressed in a green tux and bowler hat strutted into the room, "Riddle me this; I come in many forms, my values always change. You take me when you go, unless you are pushing daisies! What. Am. I. YOU BOY! Answer." He pointed his cane at Harrison.

"Currency," Harry answered immediately, "Would you allow me to ask you a riddle?"

"Oh?" The Riddler arched a brow, "I am sure that your correct answer of a riddle a retarded monkey could solve makes you think you are oh so ever intelligent. However sadly your intellectual capacities are far inferior to my own. I have doubts that you could ever stump me, but I will humor you boy. Try your best however weak and stupid it may be."

"Ok," Harry smirked, "What is black and blue and green all over?"

"A healing bruise," Nigma replied.

"Wrong," Harry grinned, "You, when The Batman punches you."

"What?" The Riddler felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see a black armored fist rush towards his face.

"INCONCIEVABLE! OUTWITTED BY A CHILD! HE MUST HAVE CHEATED! NO ONE CAN MATCH MY IN…"

SLAM!

"Tell it to the judge shmuck." A heavy set detective said. He took the toothpick out of his mouth and continued, "Jeesh comish. You think they would learn by now."

"Bullock," Commissioner Gordon spoke, "All the criminals in this city are idiots, or just plain crazy. They won't learn."

Wayne Manor

20 minutes later

"Well Draco," Harry put his arm over the blondes shoulder and waived the other arm dramatically, "Your first week in town ended in a hostage situation. Welcome. To Gotham City."

"By Merlin's snow-white beard. I am honored this day." The blonde deadpanned.

"So, what did you think of The Batman?" Harry asked.

"Scary," Draco shuddered, "I've never seen anyone move that fast. Is he a vampire or something?"

"Nope, he is a non-magical in a fancy suit of armor." Harry replied grinning at his dumbfounded expression. Draco drew serious, "Harry, I think my father is going to do something stupid."

"Oh?"

"I overheard him talking about orders from his master about the school. After meeting Lady Slytherin, and seeing all those things muggles can do." Draco trailed off.

"Was this decision on the non-magical side before or after you found out the roller coaster wasn't a dragon trying to eat you?" Harry ribbed.

"You think your real funny don't you," Draco retorted, "I just don't agree with what my father preaches so much."

"Well until there is more information we can't act on it now can we?" Harry stated.

"I still am going to have to hate you at school," Draco said, "Appearances and all that."

"Agreed," said Harry, "Goodnight Draco."

"Goodnight Harry," Draco yawned.

After the guests retired Harry met with his adopted father in the study. It was time to go to work.

"What do we got tonight boss?" Harry said adopting his Red Robin persona.

"Two-Face broke out of Arkham," Batman answered.

"It isn't even a Tuesday," Robin countered.

"It's the 22nd." Batman stated.

"Oh right."

As the Malfoy adults slept their heir looked out towards the city. He saw a signal in the sky in the shape of a bat. He shuddered and closed the curtain looking forward to going home. This city was just plain crazy, and it scared him. He found himself respecting Harry for even thinking of Gotham as home.