AN: Yay! New fic! Anyways, here's the scoop: Harry Potter, at the age of eight, finally gets to leave the Dursley's thanks to dear ol' Brucey. Bruce Wayne then teachers Harry the knowledge he needs to know about being a wizard, him being in contact with an old friend, Sirius Black, who is still stuck in Azkaban Prison.

Anyways, that's only a taste of what's going on, more surprises to come, enjoy! Don't forget to review on your way out!!!

"Petunia! Where are my silver cuff links?! My suit cannot be without them!" Vernon Dursley roared throughout the house. His heavy footsteps pounded in the upstairs corridor as he traveled from room to room to look for the tiny accessories. Petunia Dursley put her rag down gently in order to go help her husband. "Boy!" She yelled into the cupboard under the stairs before opening it. Inside sat a tiny boy with messy, chocolate, brown hair and bright green eyes. "Go into the kitchen and finish cleaning while I help your uncle. Ruin anything and there'll be no supper for you when our guest gets here." Petunia snarled and grabbed the boy by his sleeve and pushed him towards the kitchen. "Yes, Aunt Petunia." The little boy squeaked and hurried into the kitchen. This was the life of the Wizarding World's Savior, Harry Potter.

Ever since he could remember Harry had never led a life like anyone else, well, not like his cousin Dudley. He never got the same meal portions, he was always yelled at for something, he would always be given chores like cooking or cleaning, and his cousin had recently started a game called "Harry Hunting" with his gang. Every time he would come home with his cousin he adorned another bruise on his arm or stomach. While Vernon and Petunia never laid a finger on him they always seized a chance to encourage Dudley to play his game of "Harry Hunting". Every night as he slept Harry constantly dreamed of a dark figure whisking him away from his life of neglect and into a life of feeling at home, where he should be.

Even at school Harry was neglected. His teachers would shrug off or turn their backs away from the way Dudley Dursley treated his smaller cousin. Since Dudley was such a joy to have in class they didn't see past the lying smile and the deceiving eyes he displayed for them during lessons.

At one time Harry did have a friend, Kylie, a blonde, quiet girl who took the time to talk to and befriend him every chance she got. Harry's hopes of finding a true friend were shot down when her father's business took her and her family away to Australia, where he would never hear from her again. Dudley took every chance he could get to torment Harry about his short-lived relationship with Kylie making sure Harry never forgot his lack of friends.

Harry was too busy thinking about dark knights with black horses to notice the shadow that came up behind him. "Boy!" Vernon shouted, making Harry jumped up to his feet. "In the living room! Now!" He pointed his thick, stubby fingers in the direction of the living room as he shoved his nephew in the direction of the sitting room. Harry grudgingly left from his work place and into the living room.

They went through the same drill at least three times before any guest arrived for luncheon or dinner. Petunia would put Harry hard to work, Harry would eat dinner early, and then Harry would be left in Dudley's spare bedroom until their guest would leave before getting put back into the cupboard underneath the stairs.

Harry stood nearest to the kitchen so he could immediately go back to work and finish his work before his aunt had a fit. He watched as Vernon gathered the rest of his family in the room to go over the details. When they finally rested their eyes on him he was awaiting for the usual sentence. "Now you listen here boy," Vernon's eyes narrowed, "Mr. Wayne will be coming through that door at approximately seven o'clock for dinner. We will all grace him with our wonderful home while you will be where?"

Harry's voice came out as a small squeak, "Upstairs in Dudley's spare bedroom where I'll be keeping quiet and to myself. I will under any circumstances come downstairs or use the loo until our guest has left."

"Quite right you are, boy. Now, get back to work and use the bathroom before Mr. Wayne gets here or there will be no supper for you."

Harry did as he was told. Right now, he wished that his dark knight in shining armor would come for him.

Meanwhile...

Bruce Wayne had stepped off of the ferry that took him to Azkaban Prison. He'd originally come to England on a business endeavor but quickly scheduled an appointment to see an old friend of his. While on his trip he left his young apprentice, Dick, back at the hotel. Even though Bruce was allowed to tell the teenager about the Wizarding World, he was forbidden to step foot within it's confines unless it was a dire emergency.

He himself was a squib and dropped out of his third year at Hogwarts in search of enlightenment. Even though it'd been years after his parent's death he still had a lot to learn about true justice and what not.

It had been years after he left the magical world when he received news of his friend's imprisonment. He soon discovered that his life sentence was because of the murders of James and Lily Potter, leaving their son as an orphan. He walked back into the world he once knew to visit his beloved friend. He knew he was innocent from the start but wasn't influential enough to get him out. He vowed that, one day, he would set his friend free of his imprisonment and regain all that he had lost.

Bruce was guided through the hallways of groaning and screaming inmates to the high security quarters set up for major criminals. Once inside, he immediately wished he was back out. Dementors roamed around the hallways, sucking more and more of peoples souls as they passed. The businessman immediately felt himself grow cold and began to hear gunshots in the distant parts of his psyche. Shrugging off the terrible feeling he continued down the corridor to the very last cell. He needed to be strong for his friend.

When he approached the cell he immediately felt his heart begin to break. The figure in the cell slowly looked up, his face and hair dirty, and glared. "Hullo Bruce, it's been too long." The man growled, though, his tone was laced with loneliness and disappointment.

"I know, and I apologize. My...nights have been very...busy lately."

"Hmph! Still prancing around in tights then?"

Bruce glanced around to see if anyone was listening. The Dementors glided passed without care and the nearest, conscious, soul was at least fifty yards away. He pressed himself as close to the bars as he could.

"Sirius, I've been trying to appeal to the council but they just won't allow me to petition for your release."

Sirius Black grinned, too afraid to let out any type of laughter within range of the horrid beasts. "The council will never allow me to be released, Bruce, they'd rather have me kissed."

"What would you have me do? I'm one of the most powerful figure heads, next to the Malfoy family and yet I can only do so much. I'm only a squib! I may have enough influence on the people but I have no respect."

"Brucey Brucey Brucey, when will you learn to throw out the rule book, say suck my bullocks, and flip 'em the bird? I'm not gonna get out of here..." Sirius crawled as close as he could to Bruce and finished, "unless I break myself out."

Bruce Wayne stood in shock as his old friend shot him a smirk before crawling back to his prior place.

"Sirius, how do you intend to-"

"I've got just the thing, Bruce my good man. I'll need a few years time to gain some strength back but I'll do it."

"And just how do you expect," Bruce glanced around again and then to his watch, "to gain some strength from these blasted soul-sucking, bastards? Do you have what it takes to keep yourself sane?"

"Yeh, I just need to keep telling myself what I've been telling myself for years now."

"And what's that?"

Sirius grinned toothfully and brought a finger to his lips before putting it back down. "I'll tell you when I get outta here. Oh, and do me a favor and tell Moony that I said hullo and that the arsehole needs to pop in for a chat."

Bruce nodded and looked back down at his watch. Sirius noticed his annoying habit and growled.

"You wanna tell me why you're so freakin' nutters about the time?"

Bruce's lips twitched as he looked up. "I've got a client here in England that I've gotta meet in a few hours."

Sirius looked disinterested and picked at his nails. "Anyone I know?"

Bruce searched his mind for the name. "I believe his name's Dursley."

The shaggy man in the cell sat up ramrod straight and turned himself fully to Bruce, as if he regained his strength. "Dursley? Vernon Dursley?" Sirius's eyes held something that Bruce hadn't seen in a very long time. Bruce nodded absently.

"Well then," Sirius' eyes gleamed, "I need you to check on something for me..."

Harry Potter had just shut the door to Dudley's second bedroom when the doorbell rang. Vernon's fake welcome reverberated off the walls as he welcomed Bruce Wayne into his home. Harry sighed and took out a book that Dudley never touched and began reading. Something Harry took great pleasure in. The young lad was very smart and intelligent for his age, that was something his teachers could never ignore, but never stressed, about the young Potter. While he was set in a third grade enrichment class, he was supposedly at a sixth grade level. What Harry didn't know was that he had a photographic memory. He knew his mind worked differently than others, he just wasn't sure how or why.

Bruce Wayne's baritone voice was soft and warm to Harry, making him press his ear up to the door to listen to more of the man's soothing voice. When the voices moved into the kitchen the boy could no longer resist his urges. He quietly and stealthfully opened the door and crept all the way over to the stairway.

The multi billionaire sat in the cozy, but stuffy, living room after dinner with a cup of tea that his hostess supplied with him. He was aware that Sirius's young godson was missing from the dinner table and had yet to show his face. It was as if he didn't exist. Finally fed up with the fat man's ignorance he placed his cup and saucer on the coffee table and cleared his throat, gaining the family's attention.

"Mr. Dursley," Bruce began, "it has come to my attention from an old friend of mine that you hold guardianship over his godson, Harry Potter." Vernon Dursley began to sweat and he felt his face heating up with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I have yet to see the boy and it surprises me that his family would have dinner without him."

Thinking quickly Vernon stumbled out, "H-He's c-c-come down with a nasty flu. He's been upstairs all day in his room trying to recover." The large man felt proud of himself for coming up with such an excuse when Bruce's voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Then you won't mind me popping my head in then." Bruce stood up and headed for the stairs. He had expected neglect and maybe a little abuse from the family towards the little one. From what Sirius told him he suspected the family was an anti-magic household and the boy was not receiving the proper care he should've been.

He ignored Vernon's protest and was at the bottom landing of the stairs when he spotted the lonely boy at the top of the stairs. The boy was obviously frozen with fear and looked like he could wet himself when he suddenly got up and rushed into one of the bedrooms. Bruce raised an eyebrow and began to walked up the stairs when a fat hand grabbed his wrist.

"Now see here Mr. Way-" Vernon was cut off by Bruce's sharp voice.

"Unhand me Mr. Dursley. It's come to my attention that my best friend's godson was never properly taken care of by his only family. Since his godfather is obviously unable to care for him and his..." Bruce looked to the Dursley's with disgust, "family is also obviously unable to do so, I will be taking him with me. My lawyers will call you and send the paperwork over to your office Mr. Dursley. The deal is off, Wayne Enterprises will not be buying a share from your company's stock. I will be in touch with your supervisor over the next few days." With that, Bruce Wayne wrenched his wrist out of Vernon's grasp and hurried up the stairs and to the room in which Harry holed himself into.

Inside the spare bedroom Harry was huddled on the bed, worried his uncle would come to punish him for being careless. He flinched when there was a slight knock on the door and waited for the yelling to come but there was nothing. Wait a minute, Harry thought, why would Uncle Vernon be knocking on a door when he usually bursts through to punish me. I'm in Dudley's spare room for pity sake! He wouldn't knock (Again, he's very smart for his age). The door was knocked upon again when Harry finally decided to voice a, "Come in."

A man with jet black hair, whom Harry suspected was Bruce Wayne, poked his head into the room before walking in and closing the door. "Hello Harry, my name's Bruce Wayne." Bruce said with a soft smile.

The child was thin and lanky. He obviously used his hands for labor as the skin was dark and calloused. Even at such an age, Bruce thought to himself and mentally shook his head. The clothes on the boy were oversized for his small frame and his glasses were too big for his face. He took a step closer to the little boy and knelt on one knee before sticking his hand out for Harry to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Harry."

Harry looked to him in surprise. How does he know me? He couldn't feel wary or suspicious of the good-looking man before him. The older man's eyes were a dark blue with black specks thrown in every which way. Harry became entranced in the warm eyes that radiated kindness and understanding. He slowly, but still lightly uneasily, got off the bed and stepped over to Bruce. He took the bigger hand in his and shook it firmly.

Bruce mentally let go a sigh of relief. Sirius warned him that if he was anything like James and Lily, he wouldn't be easy to approach. His heart melted as the boy smiled at him and said, "I like you. You're nice and you smell good. Uncle Vernon said that I had to stay here until you left but I'm really glad to meet you Mr. Wayne."

Bruce wanted to throttle the overgrown man but for the sake of his new charge he thought better of it. He chuckled at Harry's sudden forwardness but dismissed it. He was starting to like the kid already, and he himself wasn't too great with kids. Dick was already giving him hell. Did he really want to take in another? The thought was immediately squandered as Harry released his hand and asked, "Are you gonna play with me Mr. Wayne?"

"Yes, of course Harry, but right now I need to ask you something. Would you like to come live with me for a while?"

"And leave Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley?"

"That's right. You'll come live with me and my friends Dick and Alfred. They're both waiting for me back at the hotel I'm staying at so we can go home to my house in Gotham City. We have to take a plane back though. Would you like that?"

"Really? B-But Uncle Vernon-"

"Your Uncle Vernon thinks it's a good idea for you to...meet more children your age and have a nice vacation."

"I'm not stupid."

Bruce blinked several times. "I beg your pardon?"

"I may be small but I'm a big boy now. I know Uncle Vernon doesn't like me that well and Aunt Petunia and Dudley are the same but I don't know you that well. My teachers always tell me not to talk to strangers."

"Okay then," Bruce sat down on the floor, "I'm Bruce, my favorite color is blue, I like the night time, I live in a big house that makes me feel a little lonely at times, I own my own company that makes a lot of things for grown ups, and the closest people to me are Dick and Alfred. See, now you know me."

Harry cutely put a finger to his chin and looked to be in deep thought. If Bruce didn't want Harry to go with him so badly he would've laughed and hugged the boy close to him. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything too intimate with the boy just yet. He needed to let Harry trust him first. He watched as the boy smiled and put his hand down. "Okay, Mr. Wayne, now that you're not a stranger I would very much like to go with you to Gof...Gov..."

"Gotham City?"

"Yeah!" Harry beamed.

Bruce picked him up with one arm and made his way out the door and into the corridor and down the stairs. He stopped only when he felt a tug at the collar of his shirt. Bruce looked to his charge with a raised brow. Harry whispered something into his ear only to have Bruce chuckled and shake his head. "That's all right Harry," he said and walked to car parked outside of the house, "we'll buy you new things once we land in Gotham City tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay Mr. Wayne."

"Please Harry, since you're going to be living with me, call me Bruce."

Harry noticed that he began to smile a lot lately. "Okay Bruce. When do I get to meet your friends?"

"As soon as we get back to the hotel. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to get to know them both. I know they would want to play with you when we get home tomorrow. Right now, I think you should try to fall asleep in the car, you'll be needing your rest for tomor-" Bruce stopped talking when he felt Harry's dead weight in his arms. He smiled when he saw the look of peace on the little boys face as he slept on. Bruce put him in the back seat and made his way to the front and start the engine. As he drove off, he couldn't help but smile. Out of the few years he'd been the Caped Crusader, nothing felt as good, or as right, as he drove off to the Hilton with young Harry Potter, peacefully sleeping in his back seat.

AN: WOOT! Chappie one is down and a lot more to go so stay tuned. The next chapter is going to have a time switch to about three years into the future where Harry took over as Robin and receives his Hogwarts letter. Oooooh, I give myself chills just thinking about the next chapter. Anyways, review and look out for the next chapter!