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ChinRa : Thank you.

LittleCrybaby13 : Yes in the comics he becomes a villain known as Hush, in the Arkham games Hush actually changes his face so he looks like Bruce Wayne.

Ariadne Venegas : I don't know about, because people thought that Keaton and Ledger would be horrible but they were great. I'm going to at least give the guy a chance before making any final judgments.

NobodyOwens5 : That means a lot, thank you.

wolfsrun : I had based it off the Hush comic book that I read and in that one there was never really an age specified for when Tommy cut the breaks. And in most Batman stories the age of the Wayne's deaths are between 8 and 10. As for flashbacks I don't intend to include many in this story, just some occasionally, sometimes I will just put them in for the word count. As for substance, that will happen soon.

Chapter 6 -

A seven year old Harry was in his room, currently running from one end to the other then back before repeating. As a seven year old his exercise options were limited. As Harry ran back and forth he thought about the past year.

After discovering that Tommy had indeed actually murdered his father the court had sentenced him, obviously he couldn't go to an adult prison so instead went to a youth center. It was revealed that Tommy's father was very verbally and emotionally abusive, physically the most he had ever done was slap Tommy, while the mother on the other hand had done nothing to stop it as she had valued her rich lifestyle more than her son.

Apparently before marrying Tommy's father she used to be a low-middle class girl, once she had gotten a taste of how the rich lived she hadn't wanted to give it up. Harry didn't really know what had happened to her and couldn't really get the information out of his parents but it was known that she didn't help Tommy so that would have likely affected the opinions of the people.

The Eliot case had also had a major effect on the Wayne family, Thomas was saddened by it for multiple reasons. The first being that he had liked Tommy, thought the boy was pretty smart and a good friend for his son. However he was also horrified by the fact that his son was friends with someone who had attempted the murder of both of his parents at such a young age. It also did not help that Thomas felt responsible for not seeing the signs and helping Tommy out, he believed that things could have been much different if he had.

While Harry agreed that things would have been different if Thomas had known about it, he didn't really think that it was Thomas's fault. Emotional abuse wasn't as easy to detect as physical, physical abuse could be hid with clothing if it was directed at the body, emotional abuse could be hidden for years without anyone knowing.

Martha, on the other hand was a very different situation. Like Thomas she also felt saddened by what Tommy had done and upset with herself for not working out sooner but she was also disappointed with Tommy's mother for prioritizing money over her on son. That somehow translated into her wanting to spend more time with Harry, as if hoping that it would stop him from following Tommy's footsteps.

On the one hand Harry was slightly offended by that but knew that she was also doing it because she was worried about how he was reacting to having a friend be a murderer and go to jail. And in all honesty Harry really didn't mind, she was a great mother and if making her feel better meant he was going to spend time making her feel better than so be it.

And if he was being honest then Harry really did not mind spending time with her, he loved his mother, sure Martha was not Lily Potter but he loved her as a mother. She was so kind and caring, always willing to give up time for him. She was beautiful, loving, kind and everything that Harry had always imagined Lily Potter to be. Plus thankfully this time there was no jealous ex-best friend to act like a prick.

Yes Harry was admittedly very sad about about Tommy, but he truly hoped that Tommy was now getting the proper help he needed and would eventually become a better person. While Harry had to admit that it was impossible for some people, it was not something that was impossible for all people. He knew that he would probably spend years wondering if he handled the situation with Tommy in the right way. Though then again Harry always wondered if he handled situations the right way.

"Flitwick's class is my favorite so far." Harry admitted to Terry as the two walked down the hallways after exiting Professor Flitwick's charms class. It had been a week since Harry had joined Hogwarts, for the most part it was great. Harry was a natural at transfigurations class, good at the other classes but was very easily the best so far when it came to charms class. Professor Flitwick himself could barely stop talking about how Harry was just as talented as his mother.

The only real classes that Harry had problems with were History, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions class. History due to the fact that the professor was a ghost who would drone on and on about the same thing until nearly all of the class were asleep, defense against the dark arts because the teacher kept stuttering, plus the whole class smelt like garlic due to his fear of vampires. So far Harry's worst class was his potions class with Professor Snape, while the subject itself was enjoyable and one that Harry was fairly decent at, the class was ruined for him by the teacher.

Professor Snape for some reason or the other seemed to hold some sort of grudge against him, Harry didn't know if it was because he was jealous of Harry being famous or something else entirely but it was clear that it was bad enough that the man wasn't willing to even act professional to him. He had mocked him while taking the register before Harry had even said a word to him, then he suddenly started asking him potions questions out of the blue and then called him a cheat for getting them right. Then when Harry had made a small, but easily correctable mistake, the sour man had vanished Harry's potion before he could correct it.

Apparently many students had had problems with Snape over the years, Harry had decided to give it a few weeks then if Snape didn't wise up then Harry would complain to the teachers and the school board, if that didn't work then he would straight up refuse to go to the man's class and instead self study because he sure as hell did not sign up for that shit.

"Potter." A voice drawled, Terry and Harry stopped to see Draco Malfoy and his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, standing in front of them.

"Can I help you with something Malfoy?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Beat it half-blood." Malfoy sneered at Terry.

"Why should I?" Terry asked, not backing down.

"I don't want to talk to a filthy half-blood like you." Draco replied.

"If that is the case Malfoy," Harry interrupted before either of them could say anything more. "then I am sure that you and I have nothing to talk about either, seeing as me and Terry are both 'filthy half-bloods' as you put it."

"I'd watch yourself Potter." Draco said in a warning tone.

"Malfoy, unlike you I am not narcistic enough to carry a mirror everywhere I go." Harry replied.

"You think your so funny?" Malfoy demanded.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to trade barbs with members of the house of wisdom, learning and wit?" Harry asked calmly. "The correct answer should be 'no', now unless you have something important to say Malfoy I'd advise you to move on, my friend and I do not engage in battles of wit with the unarmed."

Malfoy growled just as Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles, they all took a step forward only to stop when Draco felt a wand tip poke him. He looked down and saw Harry had his wand in his hand, and the tip was glowing red while aimed at Malfoy's stomach.

"No, go on Malfoy," Harry said, causing Malfoy and his two bodyguards to look up at him. "give me a reason, I dare you."

"You should be careful Potter, if you're not careful then..."

"Then whatever happens will be my problem Malfoy, now beat it before you embarrass yourself more." Harry said in a warning tone.

"Hmm." Malfoy sniffed as if this was all beneath him. "Come on Crabbe, Goyle, no need to waste our time with these two half-bloods with delusions of grandeur." Malfoy sneered at them before walking off.

"Bloody dickhead." Terry said once Malfoy and his two bodyguards were gone. Terry had in fact been spitting out insult after insult until he and Harry had reached their dorm rooms. "And I bet his parents don't love him." Terry concluded once he sat on his own bed.

"Hey Terry." Harry said as he sat on his bed.

"What?" Terry asked.

"Do you think Draco will miss this?" Harry asked as he twirled a wand in his hand. Terry looked at the wand, it clearly wasn't Harry's wand, it took a few seconds but realization hit him.

"You stole Malfoy's wand?!" Terry blurted out, unsure if he should laugh or do something else, he was leaning on laughing.

"Yeah," Harry shrugged as if it was no big deal. "shame I can't really leave any evidence." Harry said before snapping the wand and tossing it into the fireplace.

"Wow, you broke his wand!" Terry gasped, "That's like the ultimate insult to a wizard!"

"How does it register to a dickhead?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Um...pretty high." Terry answered.

"Good enough."

"Hey Alfred." Harry said as he walked up to Alfred who was cleaning the dishes.

"Master Harold," Alfred nodded to him before returning to the dishes. "can I help you with something?"

"Yeah actually," Harry nodded as he stopped next to Alfred. "I was wondering if I could use your exercise equipment." He said in a hopeful voice, Alfred had a few simple pieces of exercise equipment in his room such as a punching bag, boxing gloves, punching pads and dumbbells.

"My exercising equipment?" Alfred frowned as he looked at him. "What do you want to use all that for?"

"Knitting obviously," Harry said in a sarcastic voice. "so can I?" He asked.

"I don't know about that Master Wayne," Alfred replied. "what would your parents say?"

"It's not their equipment." Harry pointed out.

"No but you are their son," Alfred reminded him, he glanced at Harry and sighed. "I suppose if I say no then you're going to do sneak in and use it."

"Of course not," Harry said in an offended voice. "I'd merely just have to use makeshift equipment and exercise somewhere else where you can't keep an eye on me to make sure I don't hurt myself." Harry said with a small grin.

"Smartass." Alfred said under his breath. "Look," He said to Harry. "if you ask your parents and get them to agree then I will let you use my equipment on the condition that you only use it when I can keep an eye on you."

"Love you Alfred." Harry smiled before skipping off.

"You too," Alfred said under his breath. "though lord knows why."

"I heard that!"

Harry walked down the stairs and searched for his mother, eventually he found her sitting down, reading a newspaper, he walked behind her without her noticing and looked at the paper. He nearly sighed out loud when he saw it was an old paper about Tommy.

"Mom," Harry announced his presence as he stepped onto her left side, she looked almost embarrassed at being caught reading the paper again. "you need to stop reading this again and again." Harry said as he gently took the paper out of her hands and tossed it on a table.

"I'm sorry dear." Martha apologized.

"Mom, why do you keep reading this?" Harry asked as he placed his hand on hers. "You know it only makes you more and more sad." He said, gently rubbing circles on the back of her hand.

"I know," Martha sighed. "I know that dear, I do, I really do. It...it's just..." She stopped and trailed off.

"Just what?" Harry asked in a soft voice.

"Tommy did a very bad thing, at such a young age, and I didn't even notice he had ended up on such a bad path. What if he had made you do something? What if he had brought you into it? What if he had hurt you?" She whispered, a tear sliding down her cheeks. "Would I have even noticed that? I...does that make me a bad mother?"

"No!" Harry said quickly. "It does not make you a bad mother! You're the best!" Harry said in a passionate voice, the emotion in his voice surprised Martha. "There are really bad mothers in this world, some hit their kids and some like Tommy's Mom ignore them. You would never do any of that. You're the best and I will fight anyone who says otherwise!"

"Oh Harry!" She cried as she pulled him into a hug, crying into his shoulder. "My sweet, brilliant boy! My smart and cleaver boy. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"It's alright." Harry whispered as he hugged her back. 'Truth be told I don't know what I did to deserve you.' He thought.

She watched as an expensive looking black car stopped at the gas station, a man stepped out of the drivers seat, he was clearly a chauffer, the chauffer began filling the car with gas just as a boy stepped out of the back of the car.

"I'm just going to stand here for a bit Mom." The boy said as he kicked his legs in the air, clearly he was tired of sitting in the car for so long. The boy walked behind the car and leaned on the boot. The boy was dressed in nice and rich looking school clothes, he had black raven colored hair and emerald colored eyes. She also noticed a small wallet sticking out of his trouser pocket.

She realized it was most likely what he kept his lunch money in, though since he looked rich it was possible that he had a lot of money in there, and if he didn't then the wallet itself could probably still make some money. If this went well then it could look like he had simply lost it. She took a look around, the chauffer had gone inside to pay for the gas, if she was going to get that wallet then she would have to act quickly.

She took one more look around before walking out of the alley she was hiding in, she crossed the road after a quick glance to her left and right then hid behind a pair of bins. The boy wasn't looking in her direction, that was good. She had to be quick, she snuck towards him, keeping herself low, she got closer and closer, her hand reached towards the wallet.

Just when she thought that this would be just another regular snatch the boy's left hand reached behind and he grabbed her wrist without looking, he turned towards her and she looked into his emerald eyes, which looked more like emeralds up close.

"Hi." Harry said as he looked at the owner of the wrist that he had just grabbed. She was a girl around his age, wearing leather boots that reached just under her knees, black jeans, a grey hoodie with the hood up under a black leather jacket. She had a thin face, black strands of hair hanged out of her hood and over her forehead, soft lips and her eye were green, though not as bright or even the same shade as his own. "I'm Harold, Harold Wayne. Though people usually call me Harry."

"Let go of me!" She quietly hissed, not wanting to shout in case the chauffer came back or the mother heard. She tried to pull out of his grip but was unable to do so.

"You really got to work on your stealing," Harry advised her as he pulled his wallet out with his other hand. "you were telegraphing your moves, if that wasn't bad enough then the fact that I could see you in the reflection of my car made it worse." Harry said as he twisted her wrist so her hand was facing upwards, he applied a bit of pressure and she felt her hand open. But before she could do anything Harry had shaken his wallet slightly and a few coins and a five dollar note dropped into her hand. "That should do for now I think." Harry said as he let her go.

"Wait...what?!" She blinked at him, he had caught her stealing but was now giving her money. What the hell? Was this some rich thing where they have to show off how little it matters to them?"

"I have a soft spot for thieves." Harry shrugged, he glanced to his left and saw Alfred coming back. "Quick hide it!" He whispered to her, she glanced in the direction that he had looked at and understood, she quickly hid the money in her pocket. "Anyway I think it's that way." Harry said out loud as he pointed behind the girl..

"Master Harold?" Alfred asked as he walked up to them. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, by the way Alfred the cinema is that way, right?" Harry asked as he continued pointing behind.

"Yes." Alfred nodded.

"Told you." Harry smirked at her. "See you later then, I guess." Harry nodded to her before walking into his car, Alfred gave the girl an odd look before going back into the car and driving off.

The girl stood there, wondering what the hell had just happened. Suddenly a light clicked in her head, the boy said he was 'Harold Wayne', weren't the Wayne's like the richest family in Gotham? What the hell was up with the way the boy had acted to her? She didn't know what to make of that, and if there's one thing that Selina Kyle didn't like, it was not knowing something.

A.N: Hi guys, yes that girl was indeed Selina Kyle, I do plan to pair the two together, in the future I might make it a multi pairing and add some other girls but for now it's just Harry/Selina. Also a few people have asked me if Harry's parents are going to be killed off or if one of them will be killed off and my response is I am not telling, wait and read. I do need to think about exactly how I am going to play it and I would like people to keep in mind that it is one of those things where I can't make everyone happy because there will be complaints either way.

Anyway thanks for reading, and feel free to leave a review.