An: I hope you enjoy reading. This is my second fanfiction, and my first entry into the batman and harry potter categories. This is a challenge-fic off of a challenge by joe63129 (I hope I got the number right). Many thanks to him for the brief.

*** Number 4 privet drive (when Harry is 4)

"God damn it, Petunia, are you sure we have to take the freak with us!"

"Yes, Vernon."

"Have you checked with your 17th cousin 12 times removed yet?"

"Yes Vernon."

"How about the hairdresser of your friend's friend's friend's mother's aunt's friend?"

"She's not available either."

Harry Potter was sitting in his little cupboard under the stairs, listening to his aunt and uncle's increasingly desperate conversation.

With all of his malnourished, beaten up heart he wished, 'Me wish dat me also go Gotham…"

His wish was granted.

*** Wayne Enterprise building, Gotham City, the next week.

Vernon Dursley was awestruck by the height of the high-rise building in front of him. The Wayne enterprises logo was barely visible from the ground where he stood.

'Rich bugger, that Wayne kid.' Vernon thought to himself. His air was oily slick and he was wearing a horrible pinstripe suit that made him look even fatter than he was which was saying a lot in itself about how fat a man could look.

Of course in Vernon's twisted mind, he was the pinnacle of perfection, not surpassed by even the handsomest of men.

He strode into the building self-importantly with an air of snootiness about him.

Once he reached the reception, he commanded in his poshest (not very) voice, "Take me to Wayne. I have a meeting with him."

Attempting to ignore the rudeness, the secretary asked, "Name, sir?"

"Vernon, Vernon Dursley." Said Vernon sounding as if she should know who he was on sight.

"Hmm, let's see here, hmm, your appointment is in 15 minutes. Could I take you to the waiting room?"

"Hmph, Wayne should make time for me."

"Mr Wayne is in a meeting with one Mr. Rowling who runs a billion $ business which is several times more important than yours." Said the secretary as politely as she could, considering how annoyed she was with him (very).

*** Later, Bruce Wayne's office.

Bruce Wayne was disgusted.

He had a meeting with an Englishman from a drill company that he had been hoping to acquire and incorporate into Wayne Industries. 'Had' being past tense.

The man he had met with was the snootiest most annoying bastard he had ever met. Vernon Dursley was the exact kind of man that Bruce hated.

The deal was most definitely off, there was no chance that Bruce would ever consider dealing with the likes of Dursley, no matter how good the deal, and Dursley's deal wasn't all that good anyway.

Bruce smiled his politest smile and escorted Dursley out of his office.

"I'll see you on the day of the deal, Wayne." Said Dursley obviously too dull to see that there was no deal.

Bruce turned to walk back into his office when he heard what sounded suspiciously like Dursley yelling.

'What is that idiotic whale up to now?' wondered Bruce exasperatedly. He turned around again and strode off into the direction that he heard Dursley yelling.

He turned the corner and came to a halt. What he saw made his blood go cold.

Vernon Dursley was yelling at a 4-year-old child. Normally Bruce might have considered Dursley as bad a parent as he was a businessman and left it at that but in this instance he was shouting at the most malnourished 4-year-old Bruce had ever seen. The red slap mark was obvious on the kid's pale skin.

What really did it for Bruce though was the other child who was holding Vernon's hand and gloating over the child that was being scolded.

The second child was the fattest pig that he had ever seen, and definitely the cruellest.

Bruce stood still for a second, frozen in his disgust. Then Vernon pulled off his belt and went to hit the kid.

Bruce felt himself moving towards the man and yanking the belt out of Dursley's hand.

"What the f*ck is going on here!"

*** American court, one month later

"For several distinguishable counts of child abuse, I sentence Vernon Dursley to 20 years." Said the Judge.

At this Petunia started sobbing and cursing 'that ******* ******* ***** freak!"

The Judge shot her a dirty look and continued.

"For several distinguishable counts of neglection of a minor and mistreatment of a minor, I sentence Petunia Dursley to 15 years."

"The blood-child of Petunia and Vernon Dursley, one Dudley Dursley is now considered a ward of the state of England and is to booked back to England immediately."

"Custody of Harry Potter, the abused child in this case has been handed over to Bruce Wayne."

"Thank you, your honour."

*** Wayne Manor

Bruce's limo drove up in front of the gate of Wayne Manor.

"Open the gates, Alfred." Said Bruce into the microphone that was in his ear at all times and connected him to Wayne Manor and Alfred, when he was Batman and when he was simply Bruce Wayne.

"Yes sir." Said Alfred from the other end.

The huge gates slid open revealing Wayne manor (An: Imagine Wayne manor from the Dark Knight movie).

From the shotgun seat, Harry gasped in amazement before quickly shutting his mouth and glancing fearfully out of the corner of his eye at Bruce.

Bruce appeared not to notice this, but inside he was furious at Dursley for instilling such a fear of adults into the little kid. He resolved to raise Harry as well as he possibly could. He thought of Dick and reflected on his spur of the moment decision to adopt the 12-year-old.

He looked back on the decision fondly, thinking of the confident 16-year-old who held the mantle of Robin and was at that current moment awaiting his arrival.

Bruce entered the mansion, holding onto Harry's hand wondering how to break the news to Dick.

He walked into the drawing room where Dick was playing furiously on his new NES (An: Harry turned 4 in 1984, the NES was developed in '83).

Without turning towards Bruce and Harry, Dick said "Hey Bruce."

"Meet your new brother, Dick."

*** Hogwarts Dungeons

Severus Snape, the Hogwarts potions master was sitting in front of a silver flute that Dumbledore had given him.

According to Dumbledork, the silver flute monitored Harry Potter.

'Harry bloody Potter. Everything is about him! Why can't I do what I want to do in my spare time? Why the hell should I do what Dumbledore tells me? Why…Why…Why… I'd rather be in Askaban than here!' mind-ranted Snape while taking a long swig of whisky.

'That bastard Potter must be getting so spoilt. I'll massacre him when he comes to Hogwarts. I'll-.'

The silver flute suddenly came to life and played a long shrill tune that sounded kind of like a fire alarm.

'-What was that? Meh, couldn't have been anything important- I'll destroy everything that he holds precious. I'll castrate his owl!'

Severus continued to mind-rant for almost 3 hours straight until Dumbledore entered his room.

"Hey Severus, how're you doing? Did the flute make any sound?"

"Huh?"

"If Harry ever no longer considers his Aunt's home, his home, then the flute will make a sound that sounds kind of like a muggle fire alarm. By you lack of understanding I assume that it didn't make any such sound." Dumbles clarified cheerfully.

Severus considered telling Dumbles about the strange noise that the flute made but decided against it.

"It did not make any sound like a fire alarm."

To be fair, Severus had no clue what a fire alarm sounded like.

Thanks for reading chapter 1 of 'Wizarding Bat'. I hope you enjoyed. Many thanks to joe63129 (I hope I got the number right). Please review, favourite, follow and all of that jazz.