Lifting his hand, twirling his Holy Phoenix wand in the air that was covered with strings of emerald magic that pulsed and restricted with power. The wizard's cloak billowed under the powerful wind that his magic generated around him, a pair of brilliant emerald eyes flared with power. "Our last confrontation Tom," The young man with raven black hair, on his forehead just under his hairline a small scar in the form of a lightning bolt could be seen, his mark of being equal to the dark lord. "You, who have caused so many families tearing apart. You, who destroyed many hopes, wishes and dreams, and for what?! For your own greed, your hunger for more, and more powers. A way for you to conquer death! But no more! I'll cast out your spirit, sending your wretched soul to the stomach of death! Avada Kedavra!"

The dark lord who had lost his wand, his focus of power that was broken in half and lay several feet away from his wand hand, completely worthless. Small beads of crimson eyes glared with all his hatred, rage that he could find in himself for this wizard, this man who had defeated him. His snake like pale skin that was a contrast to the snow all around him was slightly deeper in shades, like a tumor in a field of pure white. Snarling when he watched the bolt of green shot towards him with the intention of ending his life. "Potter! I will not die, me, Lord Voldemort can't be claimed by death, I am immortal!" Snarled the dark lord Voldemort when the concentrated killing bolt connected with his chest, separating the wraith that held his magical constructed body together that now rapidly grew dark, ink black and dissolved in the wind, Harry Potter could only watch his former nemesis go. The brightness in his emerald eyes dimmed, turning dull while he stumbled forward to the broken wand that now laid harmlessly in the snow. "Bastard is finally claimed by death, about time I would say." Harry's voice once filled with hope, dreams and love was now devote of them all. The young man had lost much, all his friends that once stood beside him were now traitors; turning their back to him in his time of need, his fortune, claimed by the followers of Voldemort. Green orbs fell on the broken wand, stumbling forward with the last of his strength, Harry picked the broken heirloom up and held the two pieces in his hands. "Your history of slaughter and killing has been ended, wand of destruction and death. Broken by my powers and owner of all the Deathly Hallows, I by the name of Magic order to break this curse, so mote it be!"

'You did a well done job, my Master.' A feminine soft voice floated in the cold, harsh wind of winter. Harry whipped his head to the direction the voice came from but all he could see are the trees that are covered in snow. 'I'll grand you the powers of the Deathly Hallows, use them wisely Master.' Before Harry could retort, a soaring, burning pain coursed through his veins, muscles and bones. The broken wand in his hands crumbled to dust before being picked up in the cold, biting wind that twirled around him. Black dust that are carried by the wind slammed against him, covering his bare skin and slowly, and tortures painful sunk in his flesh and merged together with his body. 'The elder wand have found his master and will grand you his infinite power, Master and wand becoming one, a magical focus you have become. The invisible cloak, granting you the stealth of death, hiding you from all detections.' Harry's emerald orbs widened when his family heirloom climbed up in the air, floating for a mere second before that too slammed into him, covering his body and like the elder wand, it sunk too in his body. 'And now the heart of the deathly Hallows, the resurrection stone, granting you the ability to see all.' The resurrection stone floated up in the air before the item buried itself in his chest, exact location his heart. 'Rise Harry Potter, Master of Death!' The voice whispered in his unconscious, repeating itself before he blackened out and with his knees hitting the soft, cold snow first, Harry noticed a shadowy figure with a black cloak, scythe in her hand before he met the earth.

Snowflakes fluttered lazily down upon him, covering his whole body and formed a small hill. The floating ball of fire sunk down behind the trees and covered the forest into darkness. While the darkness swallowed the forest, a shady figure kept her eyes strained at the unconscious form of her master and the stars moved in the sky, taking different positions. She bend through her knees, her hand moved to wipe off the snow from her master. 'I have called in a favor, my master. Those that you hunted and others that had betrayed you have last all the right of Hecate's gift and all what entailed with said gift. I must say, you are the wealthiest and powerful man in the world now Master with what you gained by killing the dark wizard.' Death caressed her master's hair while her fingers sunk in his locks. 'Welcome in your new world, master.' Death said in a manner of farewell as she vanished from the earth and a few seconds later Harry stirred, shaking off the snow from his body.

Letting out a groan, Harry's eyes snapped open and emerald eyes stared up into the night sky with the stars shining brilliantly. Blinking a few times to sharpen his gaze and took in a deep breath of air before he flexed his abs and pulled himself in a seated position. "Okay... that did hurt. What happened to me?" Harry questioned himself, wondering why he felt so out of place, as if the world had changed. Placing his left hand on the ground and pushed himself off to a standing position. 'And where is my wand?' Looking around him, searching with his eyes for his wand, "Lumos!" Expecting to see his wand lit up, imagine that to his astounding his index finger lit up, casting a light in the forest. 'That's strange, it almost looks like I casted wandless magic.' Thought the young wizard, sweeping his surrounding now with his glowing finger that does pretty good work like a flashlight. "Maybe it works when I summon my wand, Accio my wand!" Waiting, Harry frowned when after several second nothing happened and no sign of his wand. "Strange... what did happen to my wand, wait! Maybe I can use the elder wand, while broken he can possible still be strong enough to summon my own wand. After all, Hagrid used his umbrella as focus to use magic." Searching through his pockets for the elder wand only to come empty handed after a few minutes of diving in his pockets. "Okay~" He breathed out, "No elder wand, great! Let's see if I can use several other wandless spells. Point me civilization!" Suddenly his head was assaulted by several pressure in his mind, pointing him in all kind of directions. Clutching his head, Harry sunk through his legs and fell on his knees. "Stop!" The wizard shouted and a moment later he felt relieved that the pressures in his mind stopped and the headache ebbed away. 'Note to self: Point me not need a clear clarify location. Well, better move and find some civilization the old way.'

Stumbling back to his feet the young wizard moved his legs, starting his way out of the forest for civilization. Moving through the forest Harry suddenly blinked when he noticed something strange, or better said something more in his benefit. He can clearly see the trees, not just the tree in front of him but all of them as if he walked in clear daylight. 'This is awesome, I can just see everything clear as day.' His feet landed quicker on the earth, increasing speed until he started to run through the forest and laughed when he barely felt the strain on his muscle nor the decrease in stamina. 'And my stamina is increased...uhoh!' Harry swallowed when the feeling of the ground fell away from under him and the young wizard floated for several moment in mid air with the roaring waterfall next to him and a river beneath him. "Shiiit!"

Flapping his arms comedically to keep himself afloat, and if a stranger was here to see him, they would have laugh at how funny it looks like. Lucky for Harry, no one was in the near surroundings and with a last, wild flap of his arms the young wizard plunged down towards the river below. "Aaaaaaah! I wish I could fly!" Falling several feet is not a pretty experience, Harry can tell you that and seeing the water surface come dangerously close in rapid tempo when unexpected he suddenly paused in his fall and floated exactly a feet above the water. Opening his eyes that the young wizard had shut when he fell, a smile formed on his face and his eyes sparkled. "Neat. Take that fates, I won't splash or become we—"

Splash..! Harry fell in the cold water below, having lost his unexpected control about flight. Going under the cold, wet surface and sunk towards the bottom where he landed on his back. 'I lost control. That is the reason why I fell in the water, so if I can stay concentrated in any circumstances and make this second nature, I will to be able to keep this up.' Closing his eyes, focusing at what he formulated in his mind and tried to feel his magic course through his body. Feeling that familiar power course through my fiber and out of my skin and tilted me up through the water and broke through the surface and straight into the air. "Yahaaaa! Never thought that it would be this easy to use wandless magic!" Crowed Harry when he floated several feet above the water before turning around and took a start position before he shot at high speed higher in the air and above the forest. "Now if I can keep my powers under contro—"

'I see that you enjoy your new magical powers, Master.' The most attractive voice suddenly broke his control and the flying wizard plumped back to earth. Seeing the trees coming closer this time instead of the water Harry quickly regained his control over his magic. "Wha..!" The young wizard started only to hear the voice again, hollow and far away like a echo. 'Had you forgotten what I told you before you fell unconscious, Master?' All she got were a dumbfounded expression as he blinked. 'Silly master, how could you forget my gifts, the gifts of the deadly hallows and that of Hecate.'

Harry straightened himself in the air, his body straight and strong, arms slightly off his body and his fingers curled up into fists, and his legs crossed at the ankle, giving him a angelic posture that floated down out of heaven. "Um.. Excuse me, gifts of the deadly hallows, how?" Questioned Harry and the young man was surprised when a sigh was heard close by his ear, but still he couldn't see her?

'When you defeated the dark wizard, and no, Tom don't deserve to be called lord. Back to your gifts, you defeated him by breaking the elder wand that I had created when the three brothers asked for rewards when they outflanked me at the river. Since you had broken the embodiment of power, I needed to transfer all that to something or someone, choosing you was the best choice. I knew you didn't part with your families heirloom and transferred the ability of the cloak to you, and lastly the resurrection stone that gifts you with perfect eyesight and other funny abilities. Of course you need to train to gain control over your new magical prowess.' Explained Death who actually laughed at him when his concentration slipped away and plumbed down back to earth before catching his control back. 'As for the gift of Hecate, well she collected all the wealth, libraries and artifacts from those who you defeated or betrayed you, my master.'

"Whoa, time out!" Harry shouted out in disbelief at everything he heard. "All these powers came from the deadly hallows that were created by you! Why are you gifting me with these powers, why did Hecate give me all the wealth, libraries and artifacts from everyone?! What about those that are..."

'Sheep, Harry? They didn't deserve Hecate's gifts and for those that deserved them are like you transported to this world. A world where they can start anew, good luck my master.' The woman wished him the best, something that only brought more questions to him. Extending out his hand into the air as if he could close his fingers around her wrist to prevent her to leave him. "Stop!" Shouted the young wizard. "What do you mean this world! Where am I, and who from my world are here with me?" Laughter ran through the crisp winter's air while Harry frantically turned around, searching where here laughter came from. "Are you really her?!"

'Search for your own answers and with your last question you just hit the head of the nail , Master.' Harry slid his eyes close, knowing that the knowledge of who she is was always in his head, from the first time she called him master. But this just confirmed that that Harry Potter was not in his original world and was stranded somewhere else, however that is possible for the best. Tilting his head towards the full moon, Harry concentrated and shot into the air to discover this new world, hoping that there were not so much changes. "Indeed, the old goat was right. Death is only the start of a new adventure."

Four years later...

A lone, young man walked down the street, moonlight cascaded and basked the buildings in her light. Gotham was for once quiet, peaceful with no bank robberies, no crazy villains trying to make the citizens life a living nightmare or did I speak to soon? Probably I did, and on clue a shot resounded through the street of Gotham. Quickly and without thinking about his own safety Harry Potter vanished silently from the streets, several streets down the road the young man appeared again. "The shot came from one of these buildings," pushing magic to his eyes, emerald orbs flared with power and the walls of the flat vanished for him, giving him the opportunity to look through the walls. "Where is the source, however I don't hope that someone is critically wounded. Found you!" Popping out of existence and appearing a level below the floor where the criminals and the victims occupied. "Hang on girl, I won't let this maniac murder you." Climbing the stairs while taking in his situation only to freeze at what one of the criminals comments to the attractive red haired beauty.

"Barbara Gordon, or must I say Batgirl. It was not easy to find out who was hiding under the mask, pretending to be Batman but I did." A man with a white painted face, sickly green hair combed tightly backwards, and crimson red lipstick on his lips, stretching out to the corner of his face. "Joker did. I, the clown prince of crime discovered your identity and you will no longer stand in my way."

'Oblivios!' Harry wandless deleted the ideas and memories about Batgirl from the mind of the clown prince of crime. He could kill him, Joker and his followers but if he did that while calling the cops and the ambulance for Barbara Gordon, they will instead arrest him for murder. Running up the last few stair steps and arriving on the floor, Harry immediately dived towards Joker, slamming the gun out of his hand. Following his attack, the young man delivered a terrifying uppercut and send the Joker straight into the wall, twirling quickly on his heel and delivered a devastating knee in the gut of another clown who folded double, spit flying out of his mouth and his other hand grasped the other clown's face tightly and slammed his head into the wall, a sickening crunch could be heard. Releasing the clown and walking to the one who was still coughing up the spits, Harry delivered a harsh blow to the neck with his elbow, knocking him unconscious. Seeing that there is no danger in the immediate surroundings the young man stepped towards Barbara while wiping out his phone. "Hang on, Ms. Gordon. I'll call the ambulance right now." Bringing to the phone to his ear, while at the same time gathering his calm. "I call for an ambulance for this address, a Ms. Gordon was shot through the gut! I request a ambulance immediately!"

'I have linked the request, they are send on their way. I recommend that you try to stop the bleeding. Is there something else, a possible witness or criminal tha—' Harry heard the woman on the other end of the line and cut her off. "Yes! A notorious criminal known as Joker is here, unconscious now. I'll call the GCPD immediately after this call."

'Already done sir, can I ask with who I am speaking with?' The young wizard groaned, this is all spilled time and the young woman on the floor was in a state of shock. "Harry Potter, I hang up right now. the young woman needs my attention, bye!" Hanging up the phone and letting it fall to the floor without bordering to pocket the item, Harry quickly made his way to the downed young woman. "Hang on Gordon, don't you dare to give up now."

"P..phone... father.. Mirror.." Wheezed out Barbara, the pain unbearable if the mask of agony was clearly seen on her face. Jumping to his feet, Harry whirled his head around the room and caught the large, round mirror and below the mirror a by-set small table with upon it the phone. Running towards the small table and picking and wiping open the phone and ran back to her. "P..password is..." Hearing the password of the phone and letting the phone ring while placing it next to her before he moved out of sight, letting the crane run warm water as he searched through the cabinets for anesthesia to numb her pain. Picking up some towels and ran back to her side.

'Barbara, hello?' Arriving back next to her, Harry picked up the phone. "Hello Harry Potter here, do I speak with the father of Ms. Gordon?" The young man noticed that the tone on the other side of the line turned stern. 'Yes, you speak with commissioner Gordon of the GCPD. Why did you call me?'

"Sir, your daughter was shot by the Joker, I have already called the ambulance." He could hear the commissioner gasp on the other side and barking out orders. "I knocked them out and they are still out. At the moment I am trying to stop the bleeding of your daughter, please hurry."

'Thank you young man, I am on my way.' The phone hung up for the second time and Harry turned to Barbara, placing the warm wet towel on her belly, trying to keep it clean and painless. "Stay with me, your father and help is on the way."

"W..who ..are ..you?" Barbara gasped out, spilling blood out of her mouth. She could see that the young man immediately lifted a towel and moved towards her face, wiping away the blood. Than he kept her belly clean, never touching the wound or moving her. The young man then turned to her, a small smile, not one of high spirits but one to keep her with him, no wandering thoughts, no panic just all her attention on him.

"My name is Harry Potter, I arrived here when the sound of gunshot reached me and caused me to run to you. I was on my way back to my hotel..." Harry started, keeping her attention on him until the sounds of heavy footsteps and shouts could be heard. "I think I must shortcut my story for another time. Your father and the ambulance are here."

Barbara smiled at the voice of her father, tightening her grip around the young man's hand that she unconsciously held during the time he spoke to her. Unconscious she tried to move her legs, no matter the pain but by doing this she noticed a terrible discovery. Something that would crush her whole world when her legs didn't want to move. No feelings. "Wha..what! I can't ...I can't feel my... I can't feel my legs!"

"What!" Harry shouted when his eyes locked on her legs, seeing them still. Barbara began to struggle on the floor, seeing and knowing that this would only damage her more, Harry moved quickly behind her and wrapped his arms around her upper body, holding her still. "Stay calm Barb! Lay still or it will only turn worst!"

"Barbara!" Commissioner Gordon shouted, storming through the doorway only to crash next to her. "Oh my god, Barbara!" Grasping her hands, holding them tightly in his own while the nurses lifted her carefully up and on the brancar. "I am so sorry, never would have thought that the Joker will go after you."

"Dad..." Barbara cried. "I am so, so sorry..."

"We need to go sir, your daughter is critically wounded." One of the hospital workers shouted, lifting the brancar and moved down the stairs. Meanwhile Gordon turned his head to see the Joker and his two followers being cuffed and dragged out of the building. "It seems that I am in your debt young man." Gordon said to Harry who stayed behind with him. "But I need to bring you to the police station for a report."

Harry nodded, walking out of the door and down the stairs. "I understand, Commissioner, but can I visit your daughter after our talk. I mean, it settle my heart to know that she will make it out alright if you don't mind."

Gordon followed the young man, stepping beside him before he answered the man's question. "That's kind of you Mr. Potter. My daughter was very lucky that you was here in the neighbor, can I ask you why you were here?"

"Not at all Commissioner, not at all." Harry stepped in the police car that one of the agents held open for him and sat down with Gordon who took a seat next to him. "I recently arrived here in Gotham, several days ago actually. Staying at the moment in the Roosevelt Hotel if you wanted to know."

James Gordon sighed, "My apologies but I must check that later to certify that you speak the truth, not that I don't believe you. But what we are talking is Gotham, most criminal city in the states."

"Nothing to worry about, I'll don't mind at all." After several corners, turns they arrived at the Gotham City Police Corps Headquarter and they moved towards the interrogation room. Entering said room the two took a seat opposite of each other. "Shall we begin, Commissioner?"

Several hours later...

A shadow slid through the hallways of the hospital of Gotham, dark, black cape billowing behind him like angry bat wings. The Dark Knight stalked through the hallways, eyes cautious for any unexpected movements. 'Curse him! How did the Joker find out about Batgirls hidden identity?' Anger boiled under the surface, 'feeling that I did not enough to keep her safe.' Rounding a corner, heat sensor on to see if there was anyone in her room. 'Good, only Barbara is here.' Entering her room, Batman noticed that she waited for him in a seated position, eyes watching the city life that played behind the window. Studying her, searching for anything of a wound, but he already knows her situation, and that situation is not pretty. "How do you hold up?" Questioned the Batman in his gruff voice.

"I quite, not that it matters anymore. Joker took my legs, I will never find the pleasure of walking again." The voice she spoke with, void of life, hollow just like her heart now. "My life, over. My father, he blames himself, not knowing that the Joker searched for me, found me and took them away..." Tears trailed down her cheeks, she shivered while she wrapped her arms around herself. "I...I don't know...what to...do?"

"It is not your fault, it is mine. My decision to allow you to join my team." Batman said in his normal voice, regret clearly heard. "I will make it right, in any way I will make this right to you Barbara."

Barbara let a soft smile to her lips. "The doctors said that I have a change on recovery in three years, it is just sitting out and recover." She said lightly, knowing well that the chance at recovery is very, very low and so did the Dark Knight. "Th..this is ...just a ...small setback..."

'Barbara...' Bruce Wayne turned his head away, fingers tightly clenched together at what happened to one of his apprentice. 'I promise, I make this right with you.' Parting his lips to say something when his six sense goes off and retreated back in the shadows of the room. The door creaked open and the hallway light seeped into the room, and followed by a person. The Dark Knight slid out a batarang in case of danger for his apprentice. 'Who is he, someone Barbara knows?' Thought the Dark Knight when the smile on Barbara grew. 'Or someone that knows her secret identity too and want to finish Joker's job?'

"Um..Hi? I don't know if you remember me, but let me reintroduce myself to you, my name is Harry Potter and I came to see how you are doing and deliver some get well gifts for you." Introduced the unknown person from Batman's view. "Can I enter?"

"Of course Mr. Potter," Barbara invited him in the room and the tall, young handsome man entered the room. The young woman in the bed was a bit warily, especially what had happened to her but she masked her feelings masterly with that one of a smile. "And thank you for rescuing me. I don't want to think what would happen when you didn't shown up."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, handing her first a bouquet of flowers that she took, a smile on her face when she took in the scent. "Do you like them, these flowers?"

"I do, they are beautiful." Barbara said, wondering why an actual stranger would have visiting her. "Can you place them in a vase for me, please."

"Ah, of course, ehm... let me get one from the nurse somewhere here in the building." Batgirl and Batman both watched the boy ran out of the room, searching for a vase and Batman immediately scanned the teddy bear. Using his many gadgets and tools to see if there was nothing that could harm her further, founding nothing the Dark Knight retreated back in the shadows. Not a moment later footsteps could be heard and Harry returned. "Found one, come give me the bouquet and I secure them in these vase."

Barbara handed them back to him, watching him placing them in the vase before Harry placed the vase next to her on a stand. "So, this fleur up the room slightly, and this cute little bear that I call... Lily will keep you company."

"Lily?" Barbara questioned with a rising eyebrow.

"Uhm.. Yes, Lily. She was my mother's name, someone that many people told me that she could make other people smile again, and I think you use a Lily." Explained Harry his reason with a flush on his face. "But if don't like the name, you can name her Cassie? Diana or Zatanna, like those superheroines, heard they did do things."

A laughter ran through the room and Barbara clutched Lily to her chest. "No, Lily is fine, unique and something normal. Thank you for these wonderful gifts." Her arms tightened around the fluff teddy bear and gazed at him with joy. "So, I know your name, got some well gifts but what did you do around my place?"

"I was on my night tour, watching how Gotham was at night while I moved towards my hotel. Halfway my tour I heard a gunshot and arrived at your place, the rest you know." Harry told her, picking out some sushi table out of his bag and offered her some. Another smile appeared when she saw the delicious treat and soon the pair were eating. "After you were brought to the hospital, your father and I rode towards GCPD to deliver a report. Done that and picking up some gifts before I arrived here."

"Thank you, it feels strange that a stranger helps someone in Gotham. Most of its citizens runs away from any violence, except for the heroes that safe the days." Barbara commented the last part a bit gloomy. A break fell between time, both enjoying the Japanese dish and some small talk about what Harry had visited the last five countries. "You have seen Japan, that's pretty neat."

"Oh yes, learn there a lot, some martial art techniques, some technology, especially those computer labs." Harry told her, a smirk formed on his face when he noticed the gleam in her eyes when he told about what he learned. "I have some books about computer tech, if you don't mind can I visit tomorrow to show them to you?"

"I don't mind, actually I welcome them." Barbara cheered while Harry stood up, gathered the plates and brought them to the bin. Watching him walk back to her and grasping her appendage as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed them softly. "I found it a pleasure to meet you, if you don't mind can I have your number, Harry?"

"Of course Barbara, I'll stay for a while here in Gotham. Call me anytime, doesn't matter if they are small things like talking. Well, see you another day." Turning around and waving with one hand in the air Harry left the room, sealing the door he vanished out of sight. His footsteps muffled and vanished when he left the hospital and Batman reappeared in the room, moving quickly towards the windows to look down.

"A new friend?" He gruffly asked, Batman persona back in place.

"Harry rescued me, took out Joker and his followers like us, pure martial arts skills." Barbara told him. "Next thing he searched through their pockets and took everything out that could possible free him before he gathered medical and towels to keep my wound clean."

Batman narrowed his eyes. "He did a well done job in keeping your wounds clean, it could have some bad after effects. But I don't trust him..." Barbara narrowed her eyes angrily, not believing how he could say that. "Don't look at me like that, you know that Potter can't be trusted, he was there too quick and secondly what did he there so late at night?"

"Don't you dare!" Barbara raised her voice at him. "Don't you dare to follow him or track down his history."

"I am sorry Barbara, but I won't promise you that. Thanks to my hard stubbornness you lost the ability to walk. If Harry is a threat, I will hand him to the police, no matter if he is your friend or not." Commented the Dark Knight harshly, his gloved hand pulled open the window and the cold, harsh December air entered the room. "And I need to find out how they got the information on you and if the Joker has told that to someone else. I can't lose you, and in a way I did." Placing his boot on the windows edge, the Batman who is everyone's nightmare vanished in the night, leaving Barbara Gordon alone who sunk in her bed and clutched Lily to her chest. One thing is on her mind,

'Let this be a nightmare.'

Hi everyone, I could not let this go. I have so many ideas that I want to pull out of my closets. DC universe is one of my favorite settings. I want to put pressure on this story that it plays in my own Alternate Universe with some elements of DC Comics, Harry Potter ideas and some spell crafting that I pull out of animes or books.

What happened to Barbara Gordon was terrible, losing your ability to walk is a living nightmare. I would know, I could not walk for four years myself. This scene about Barbara came straight from New 52 and there would be some more ideas from them. There will be parts of Young Justice the t.v. series that will play partly in my story, think most of it. Perhaps some from the Teen Titans with Raven 52, she looks so cool. Love her, same for Cassie 52 or also known as Wonder Girl. But most scenes comes from Young Justice.

For Harry Potter, you can say that he is almost god mode, I didn't like the idea of using the wand constantly and when I caught a reference that there is a magical school that practice in wandless, why not. Like most of my stories, I don't flaunt immediately all my overpowered skills. Harry will start with Linda Danver, Supergirl a own company, mostly aimed at medical devices due Barbara's condition, secondly it will play in Gotham.