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Legend:

"Dialogue"

"Thought"

"Kryptonese"

"Kryptonese thought"

Chapter 4:

DEO Headquarters, National City

Alex's POV

Present Day

Alex was sitting in her office at five in the morning, her eyes shut, massaging the bridge of her nose with one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. Alex knew she shouldn't drink on the job, especially not this early, but after the shitstorm, for that is the only apt description for it, two days ago, and the aftermath of it, she needed it. She was really starting to rethink her life decisions. In particular, her decision to lock up the new mysterious speedster in the DEO two days ago. A speedster, mind you, who singlehandedly took on two squadrons of elite agents without his speed, escaped, and is currently on the loose.

Alex was currently having her agents on triple shifts, going around the country to track this guy down. But even with all the resources and technology they possessed, they haven't turned up a single lead. She was hoping to track this guy down without involving Kara. Her poor sister needed time to rest. However, Alex knew that if they don't have a solid lead on this speedster within the next twenty-four hours, Supergirl would have to be called upon, as she is an active DEO agent. The Secretary of Defense personally made sure that she was clear on that.

Alex decided to open up her laptop, punched in her clearance code, and started watching the security footage for what felt like the millionth time in the last two days.

The first footage was from inside the lab they had locked him up in. He had been cuffed by the wrists and ankles. The next few minutes were just the first in a long list of mysteries about this guy. He was obviously awake by then, looked around for a minute, then just stared at the cuffs. Well, Alex assumed he was staring at the cuffs, judging by the rotation of his head and the line of sight he should be having with said rotation. And then comes the part that both mystified and alarmed Alex in equal parts. The cuffs snapped open on their own. Brainy had personally examined them thoroughly afterward, but there was no sign of any malfunctions or tampering. Every component was perfectly functional. They then reviewed the footage, frame by frame, but his hands never touched the cuffs, and no one came in to help him. It was as if he opened them with sheer will.

The thought of it was terrifying to Alex, but not as much as the things that happened in the next security feed. This angle showed the outside of the lab entrance when the speedster stepped out into the corridor. Just a few seconds after that, he encountered agent O'Conner as she rounded the corner. Before she could react, he reached out a hand and her gun flew into it, seemingly pulled by an invisible force.

She felt bad for O'Conner. The poor girl was fresh out of the academy, after which her husband, who's a former FBI agent, used his connections to secure her a transfer into the DEO. She had wanted to go out into the field to hunt for high-profile individuals, only to be disarmed so quickly and thoroughly by one such high-profile individual within the first week on the job. It was a little too much for the new agent, and she is currently seeing the DEO's psychiatrist, per Alex's order. The moment she left Mission Control, her cousin, agent Jensen, came up to Alex and requested to be on the first search squad going out.

She still remembered his words. It was short and to the point, but very aggressive:

"Director, I understand that you want to hand this op to more experienced agents, but, for me, this is personal. This bastard took out my cousin, I want to take him down myself."

She had to deny his request because she could tell that he wouldn't be able to keep his cool if they actually manage to track this guy down, and she didn't want anything to jeopardize this search. When she gave him her answer, he had given her a nod and a salute, out of respect to her rank as his superior, and stormed out of her office.

Alex snapped out of her reminiscing and shook her head clear, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. She continued watching the feed, eyes scanning the screen as it played out, looking for anything she might have missed the first time.

She could see him looking at the agents surrounding him, and then the agents on one end just started firing towards their own. Fortunately, they were using non-lethal weaponry, so there were no casualties, but a few were still in the medical ward. Alex could guess that they were being controlled by the way their formation parted for him to escape, and the fact that neural scans revealed that their brains were affected by something, although no one seems to be able to identify what it was.

That was when Alex slammed her laptop closed. She didn't need security footage to remember what happened next. She had chased after him when the corridor turned into a free-for-all shooting range, putting down a few of her own agents in the process. He was running, or rather limping, towards the balcony, which Alex later found strange, as he was essentially cornering himself without his speed to make his way down, but she couldn't care less at that moment. She came face-to-face with him on the balcony and aimed her pistol on him.

"Freeze! Get on your knees, hands behind your head, interlock your fingers!", she shouted at him, her gun aimed at the back of his head.

He froze in his tracks, then turned around to look at her. That's when she heard him spoke for the first time.

"Sorry Director Danvers, I don't do well with governments, especially not the likes of the DEO"

And that was the only thing they had learned about him. He was British, judging by the accent. But the thing she remembered most was being shocked frozen by these words, or rather, the amount of information within them. He knows about the DEO. More than that, he knows her name. How could he have possibly known that? But then the other shoe dropped when he spoke again. Only this time, it wasn't English, or any other language on Earth for that matter.

"Tell your sister to stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of her's"

Due to years of living with Kara, Alex was fluent in Kryptonese and had immediately recognized the language. The fact that he knew Kryptonese alone was terrifying to her, but the fact that he addressed "her sister", Kara, in said language suggested that he knew Supergirl's identity, and that sent absolute fear throughout Alex's body. Before Alex could overcome her shock and say or do anything, he just… disappeared. Vanished into thin air. Which brings them here, on the hunt.

When she reported this up to the White House, President Marsdin had personally moved the search op up to Priority #1. However, there hasn't been any public warnings as of yet, in an attempt to avoid mass panic. Fortunately for them, the speedster hasn't made a public appearance, so they had the situation contained for the time being.

However, the pressure was on the DEO to "locate and contain the target" within a month before the President called in her own personal reinforcement, whoever that may be, and three days before Supergirl had to be included. They were already two days into the hunt, and Alex had spent the first twelve hours reorganizing her agents and begging her mother to go into protective custody, as the speedster knows about Alex's identity, meaning that anyone of her family and friends can be a target. Her mom, having the Danvers stubborn streak, refused, but reassured Alex that she will be on guard for anything suspicious.

Alex was close to snapping at this point. In all her years as an agent, she had never felt this much stress and pressure and was only holding off on calling Kara out of concern for her sister's safety. They already knew that any speedster that knows how to phase can pierce Kryptonian skin easily, a fact that Thawne had verified with sadistic pleasure during the Earth-X invasion. The fact that this particular speedster seems to possess extensive knowledge about them only adds to Alex's concern. She considered asking Lena for help. After all, she was one of the smartest people Alex knew. But Lena was currently attending an event right now, so Alex held off on that option.

Running out of options, Alex made up her mind. She picked up the phone and called her sister.

Harry's POV

Two Days Ago

Harry was sweating like crazy. His heart was pumping at about 20,000 BPM, his breath ragged and uneven. He was currently inside of an abandoned warehouse two blocks away from the DEO, as it was the best place in Harry's line of sight from that balcony where he apparated. He would have run further away, but his suit was broken, leaving him with only a skin-tight black unitard to serve as clothing. And that would be sucked in as well when he turns it back into a watch, so he left it on for now. He had peeled off the armor plates of his suit, which were lying haphazardly on the floor. He was disoriented, hungry, tired, and without clothing or proper shelter. Oh, and Harry was pretty sure he'll be hunted down as well.

"Great, exactly how I wanted to start my new life here", Harry said to himself with sarcasm and a bit of bitterness. "Pissing off an entire government agency and getting on the wanted list". Well, if someone were to think about it properly, they would be able to see that it wasn't much different from when he was being hunted by the Death Eaters before. But let's not talk about that.

Harry took a few minutes to calm down and collect his thoughts. Then he started making and prioritizing objectives. First off, he took his armor into a side room in the back and hid them there. He'll have to figure out how to fix it later. Then, he climbed up onto the overhanging catwalk and looked out of a window there. He spotted an Armani store across the street. It was a bit formal, but he'll have to make do. Near the waterfront, barely within his sight, there was also a public pool, which means there'll be showers for him to use. With a plan forming in his mind, he went into Flashtime and looked around the store for a while, settling on a single-breasted, navy blue textured Glen plaid suit and a white dress shirt along with Oxfords and black socks. Harry felt a pang of guilt for stealing, but he quickly reminded himself that he was desperate.

Afterward, he ran to the public pool, straight into a shower, and, after exiting Flashtime, took a nice, long hot shower, which he had only then realized how much he needed it. After washing the sweat and grime off of his body, Harry put his unitard back on and vibrated his body, evaporating the water from his skin and essentially drying himself up. He then took his new clothes and ran back into the warehouse, and traded a suit for another suit, putting on his new Armani and shrinking his armor into watch form, which is currently on his wrist.

It was when he was pacing back and forth, stressing about finding food and shelter, that he remembered reading about the League of Assassins safehouses, positioned in every major city around the world. While the League itself has been disbanded long ago on this Earth, the safehouses remain, abandoned and forgotten. There should be food, cash, and tools to make a new identity there. Harry was understandably very excited about this. This was his best chance at starting a new life. Hell, it was a perfect chance. So, Harry looked around the room, making sure there were no traces of him ever being here, then walked outside at human speed. Along the way, he found himself enjoying the city sights, a chance he didn't have before. It was quite beautiful here, and Harry took the chance to just relax. After all, he needed it.

Finding the place itself was quite a struggle. But then, Harry expected nothing less. The fifty-second-story penthouse was situated on the southern edge of downtown, in a wealthier neighborhood, out of the way but still very accessible. It was a really nice building for a League safehouse, especially when their members were supposedly able to survive in some of the harshest environments on the planet, but Harry didn't dwell on it for long. The reason, he later found out, was because National City has a very tight patrol in the industrial and low-income areas to weed out illegal activities, making it harder to set up a safehouse in those areas. The building blended in with the rest of the luxurious-looking street, and the only way he was able to distinguish it from any other apartment was the tiny, two-inch-wide League symbol spray-painted in light gray on a white sidewall, with a small number twenty carved next to it.

Once Harry ran up to the twentieth-story window and phased inside, he was greeted with a spacious apartment and a spectacular view of National City through a floor to ceiling window stretching across the far wall. There was an elevator on the opposite wall, most likely leading down to the ground-floor lobby. Two hallways stretch off to the left and right. The right one led to the bedrooms and baths. The master bedroom at the end of that hallway was already equipped with a queen-size bed along with a decently large wardrobe, which contains a few sets of underwear, about a dozen plain T-shirts and jeans, two leather jackets, and a few hoodies. One door leads to an ensuite bathroom. Two other doors in that hallway lead to guest bedrooms, and the three remaining ones lead to smaller bathrooms. Harry stripped out of his suit and hung them up in the wardrobe to change into a pair of jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. During the process, he took a moment to examine his body. His injuries have healed when he was hiding in that warehouse after his speed kicked back in. With a fresh and comfortable change of clothes, Harry headed out to explore the rest of the apartment.

The hallway to the left was more technical and League-like, and also much longer, with smaller corridors leading different ways. One corridor leads to a full-scale gym stocked with a variety of weapons and training equipment. Another one leads to a modern-looking office with a large glass and steel desk facing away from a floor-to-ceiling window that took up the entire wall, offering yet another great view of National City. The other corridors lead to places like a library, storage room, a room for electrical and plumbing systems, and especially a security room, with different screens showing surveillance footage from cameras that he didn't even know were there. He took note of the angles that are being captured, looking for blind spots to take care of, but couldn't find any. With that, he returned to the living room.

After checking the kitchen and finding it void of any food, drinks, or even plates and utensils, Harry decided that he should go out and buy some groceries and other essentials, but he would need a new identity and some money first, so he looked around the place for a while and, after forty minutes of intensive searching, found a hidden safe behind a bookshelf, and inside was a handgun with a few extra clips, some combat knives, a custom laptop with connections to the dark web and government servers, specialized printer, camera, scanner, a few blank ID items like passports, driver's licenses, … and about $100,000 in cash.

With everything he needed, Harry started hacking himself into the system.

One Day Ago

Harry was currently sitting on a sofa in the middle of the living room, staring at the fireplace with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He'd been very busy yesterday and felt that he deserved a break. Harry had established himself as a twenty-five-year-old former MI6 special agent and a skilled combatant, joining the agency after going to a boarding school in Scotland for seven years. He resigned after three years of service and spent the next four years pursuing, and graduating with, a Ph.D. in bioengineering and computer science from Cambridge, then took a plane to National City to start a new life. He also made sure to create a Potter family tree in the British national records, making them a wealthy, low-profile family with deep roots in England. A freak explosion killed his parents when he was one, leaving him to his aunt's family and heir to the Potter family fortune.

The last part was made because when Harry went to create a bank account to deposit the cash he found, a clerk at the front desk told him that there was already an account registered in his name, linked with the Swiss National Bank. There was also a message for him there from an unknown person. After the clerk handed a very confused Harry a letter and transferred complete access of all assets over to him, she left, leaving him in a private room. After he read the message, he finally understood what was going on. Apparently, the Speed Force saw it fit to have one of Harry's fellow speedsters, a guy named Max Mercury, retrieve his gold from Gringotts, and after converting them into Muggle currency, keeping it in a Swiss bank account under his name here on Earth-38. Harry thought this means that he wouldn't have to worry about money for a few months while he looks for a stable job, but his jaw dropped when he saw the number that was on the computer screen. Right there, displayed in big bold numbers, was £31.7 billion in liquid assets, investments, compound bank interest, and raw cash. That's when Harry realized something. The Speed Force didn't just take a few hundred galleons from his vault. They took everything. He will never have to worry about money again.

At first, he was surprised that the amount of gold in vault 687 was worth this much, as the goblins at Gringotts told him that the currency exchange rate would put the contents of that vault at one to two million pounds at most, which was plenty, but certainly nowhere close to the amount he's looking at now. Granted, he did inherit Sirius' fortune as well, but even that was only about five billion pounds, not thirty. There was an explanation for this, however, as Harry read through the rest of the message. Turns out, the heaps of gold and silver in that vault was only a small fraction of the Potter fortune, something his father had set aside for him to receive at first, so that he wouldn't be exposed to the entire family fortune instantly and becoming a spoiled rich kid. As it was, vault 687 was actually registered as his mother's private vault, and the actual Potter family fortune was stored in vault 917, which is surprisingly close to the Lestrange's vault he, Hermione, and Ron broke into, which was vault 903, and also vault 958, which belongs to the Malfoys. According to the message, a few years after graduation, his father bought back the rights to the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion that his grandfather sold off before his passing. After Harry became a household name in the Wizarding World, wizards and witches all around the world wanted something even remotely connected to the Potters, so sales for the potion rise astronomically, propelling his financial status from relatively wealthy to top-tier elites, surpassing the likes of the Lestranges and Blacks, but not quite as wealthy as the Malfoys. Apparently, Harry was supposed to inherit vault 917 when he turns 21, and his parents' will has instructed that he doesn't have any knowledge about this beforehand. After putting the letter carefully into his pocket and familiarizing himself with the details concerning his finance, he told the bank to make a few credit cards for him and left.

He had then spent around twelve hours in the library, poring over research papers and materials on bioengineering and computer science, reading and processing through them with superhuman speed. Even with an enhanced brain, he still had a headache by the time he was done. During that time, he also studied the difference in time period, social norms, and technological advancements compared to his old Earth. He also studied politics and legal systems in different countries, which were almost identical to his old world. One other thing he learned was fancy dining etiquette, as well as the way young aristocrats dress, the way they walk, talk, hold themselves, etc. If he's gonna create an identity for himself as a young heir to a rich, old family, knowing these things might be crucial for blending in.

On a different note, his enormous bank account proved useful sooner than he thought, as he needed to get close to a certain bat-themed vigilante in Gotham. Or as the public knows him, billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. The reason for this was because Wayne or, more accurately, Batman, was the only other vigilante with high-tech armor similar to Harry's, so he needed him to help fix his broken suit. It was also a chance to make an ally. The Wayne Foundation was hosting a fundraising gala and auction the next evening at Wayne Manor, and as a billionaire, Harry got an invitation.

Wayne Manor, Gotham City

Harry's POV

Present Day

It was currently 8.30pm, and Harry was mingling with the rest of the one-percenters in the ballroom at Wayne Manor. After boarding a late afternoon flight to Gotham, he got himself a hotel room, rented out a black BMW i8, just to keep up appearances, and drove to the Manor. He was very much dressed the part of a young heir to a billion-dollar fortune, in an Armani Wall Street Cashmere tux with the white dress shirt, black Oxfords and socks he stole before, and has now paid for anonymously along with a black bowtie, along with a Louis Vuitton platinum signet ring, which caught his fancy when he was walking around National City yesterday, on his left index finger. His other suit, currently in watch form and was now identified as a Ballon Bleu De Cartier, was on his wrist. He also found a barber and decided to cut his hair short earlier that morning, as he doubts that the messy hair that he had wouldn't draw attention. As Harry wandered amongst the guests, his eyes darted left and right, looking for Bruce Wayne. Frustrated at being unable to find the illustrious host, he made his way to the bar to order a drink and wait for Wayne's arrival.

And that was when he saw her for the first time.

Lena's POV

Lena was starting to get uncomfortable. She was either getting flirted with or getting judgmental looks by the other guests attending the fundraiser. She was wearing a form-hugging black dress that went down to just above her knees with a low v-line cut that showed off a bit more of her cleavage than she was comfortable with. Lena didn't really want to be here tonight, but as Wayne Enterprises was currently negotiating a deal that L-Corp desperately needs, she attended to help push the contract through. While Lex's personal net worth was only about five billion shied of Wayne's $80 billion inheritance, a lot of his assets were confiscated following his arrest, and a wide range of LuthorCorp's subsidiaries was dissolved and auctioned off to keep the company afloat, leaving Lena with a short-funded bank account and a damaged company edging on bankruptcy. And even though she had rebuilt L-Corp back up into a global corporate giant, Wayne Enterprises' current success is miles ahead of what her company can achieve. Their influence and power in the global market is undeniable, especially after they bought up a majority of Lex's auctioned corporate assets. Not to mention, their R&D and Applied Sciences departments are the best in the world, and it would be huge for L-Corp's future if she can gain even just a little bit of access to those departments. Although both their CEO, Lucius Fox, and their Chairman, Bruce Wayne himself, was adamant about leaving Applied Sciences out of any negotiations, Lena still hopes that she could have a peek behind the curtain one day. And as for her own fortune, she might have made quite a bit of money after taking charge, but she's still nowhere near competing with Bruce Wayne. Which is why she's making an appearance here tonight, to make sure that Wayne Enterprises becomes L-Corp's partner and not rival, as they can devastate her company without causing much damage to themselves should they want to.

Uncomfortable and, if she was being honest with herself, quite lonely, Lena made her way her way to the bar on the far side of the room. A bartender soon came by to take her order:

"Do you have any single-malt scotch?", Lena asked, craving something stronger than champagne to help ease her way through the night.

"Uh… yes we do, Miss Luthor". The bartender was quite shocked to hear her ask for something that strong, but quickly regained his composure. "We have a variety of single-malt scotch here, including bottles from Highland Park and Springbank. Which one would you like, Miss Luthor?"

"I'll have three fingers of Highland Park."

"Right away, Miss Luthor."

Lena knew she shouldn't drink something that heavy this early in the event, especially when the only reason she was here was to discuss business. But right now, she needed it. She needs to endure this for just a few more hours, then she'll be flying back to National City. She missed Kara, and she was allowed to bring a plus-one, but Alex texted her last week saying that Kara was taking a few days off to rest, so she didn't invite the boisterous blonde along. "She would have hated this sort of thing anyway", Lena thought.

As Lena looked around the ballroom, she saw a man she didn't recognize, which was strange, because she knew just about everyone who go to these sorts of events. But a closer look at his body language with a more critical eye made her realized that, although he hid it very well, this was his first time at this kind of event, which explained why she'd never seen him before. But now that she had, Lena found herself unable to tear her eyes away. He was handsome, that's for sure, with a youngish face, a square jaw, and sleek black hair. Quite well built as well, not big or bulky, but slimmer, like a gymnast. His tuxedo also complimented his frame really nicely. But the most curious thing about him was that his expression never showed any kind of nervousness, and he didn't look like he's feeling out of place. No, his face was an emotionless mask, and something like that only appears when a person wants to hide their true thoughts or emotions. Lena would know, she sees that expression in the mirror every day.

After she processed through that information, Lena couldn't help but find herself staring at the man in avid fascination. She didn't even notice the bartender arriving with her drink. She just continued to stare at him as he drifted closer to the bar. Closer to her. Lena found herself feeling a little giddy at the thought for some reason, and mentally scowled herself for it immediately:

"Woah! Calm down Lena. You don't even know him! He could be a cooperate playboy or a calculative jackass like Edge or Lord for all you know."

Suffice to say years of betrayal, backstabbing and rejection from her family, along with certain people trying to undermine her work and reputation, be it because she's a woman, or a Luthor, or both, has made Lena a little cynical when it comes to judging people, especially rich, posh men. But there's just something about this guy that, even as the thought crossed Lena's mind, her instincts told her that he's not that type of person. But there was also something else about him that throws Lena off, a certain sort of vibe, an aura even, that she just can't quite put her finger on. The only other time she felt like that was when she first met Kara.

Lena turned around to pick up her drink and took a big sip. She closed her eyes as the scotch hits the back of her throat and flows down, warming her up and making her mind relaxed a little bit. She lets out a sigh of satisfaction and reveled in the feeling, to the point that she didn't notice a certain young man dressed in black sitting down one seat away from her until she heard him order his drink:

"Martini. Gin, not vodka, obviously. Stir for ten seconds while glancing over to an unopen bottle of vermouth."

"He's British", Lena realized, looking over at the young man sitting just three feet away from her. "Probably London, judging from that accent." She promptly stored that information away, as her eyes rebelliously raked over his body once more. She noticed that he was about 5ft11 in height, not as tall as she first thought, but not quite bad. He looks really young though, to the point that he could be confused for a teenager. And as Lena's eyes drifted down to his torso, even with his suit, she could see that his chest and arms are muscular, slender yet strong. The thought made her a little flustered for some reason.

As Lena continued her study of him, he suddenly turned his head slightly and looked at her, tilting his head slightly. She hurriedly averted her gaze, embarrassed to have been caught staring. She braced herself for a question from him, an embarrassing remark of her, whatever. But it never came.

Instead, when she turned around again, he wasn't even there anymore. Instead, he was making his way, glass in hand, to the middle of the room, where their host has just made an appearance. Lena looked on as the man introduced himself to Mr. Wayne, then pulled him in by the arm when he shook his hand, then seemed to whisper something into his ear. Moments later, Mr. Wayne excused himself into a different room, while the mysterious man once again disappeared into the crowd. Lena shook her head to clear him from her mind, then turned her attention towards the butler, Mr... Pennyworth if she wasn't mistaken, as he announced that the fundraiser's main auction will begin in fifteen minutes.

Harry's POV

When Harry saw Lena Luthor for the first time, he found her to be quite attractive, but thought nothing on it. After all, he was here for a specific task, and he couldn't afford to get distracted and make mistakes in these first few months as he's trying to build up a functioning operation to start detecting crime efficiently. As the Speed Force had said in the letter that his job was to "protect and defend" this world, Harry had decided to prioritized chasing down criminals as Supergirl seems to lean more towards protecting civilians first. He thought it'll be more efficient this way. Harry decided to come wait at the bar. There was no fire whiskey on this Earth, as far as he was aware, but he'd been reading up on international culinary and decided that he wanted to try some of the drinks that were available here. After ordering his martini, he glanced over to his right to see that he had somehow managed to placed himself less than ten feet away from Lena Luthor, who was staring at the table and seemed to be a little flushed. Harry didn't know what that was about, and he never got the chance to wonder, as that was when he saw Bruce Wayne stepping into the room in a bespoke tuxedo, his dark brown hair slicked back, with an air of power and authority masked by a pretense of infatuation and a façade of a spoiled trust-fund baby that even Harry had a hard time seeing through. "Just goes to show how experienced he is at this sort of thing, I guess", he thought. Harry took a sip from his martini, which had just been placed in front of him, and made his way towards Bruce to start the next step of his plan. When he arrived in front of Bruce, Harry had to tilt his head up slightly to look the man in the eyes.

"Mr. Wayne, pleasure to meet you", he said, extending a hand in greeting.

"Thank you, but I'm afraid I don't know your name, Mr...?", Bruce asked while taking the hand and giving him a firm shake.

"Potter, Mr. Wayne. Harry Potter", Harry promptly replied.

"Pleasure making your acquaintances, Mr. Potter. How are you enjoying the gala so far?"

"It's been great, Mr. Wayne. But I was actually hoping to talk to you about some matters that you might find very interesting. Is there somewhere more private where we can talk?" Harry asked, knowing what he's about to do will change everything. He grabbed Bruce by the elbow and pulled him down a little to whisper into his ear:

"Maybe a cave somewhere, Batman?" he whispered into Bruce's ear.

Author's Note: Firstly, let me just say that this is my most unsatisfactory chapter yet. I wasn't sure how to describe the scenes and narratives in this chapter, so I just kind of rambled on. So, I'm sorry about that, and I'll try to write better chapters in the future.

Secondly, there will be items and characters in this chapter that might confuse a few people as to how they look, so let me make it clear. The Batsuit and Batmobile are from the Arkham Knight videogame, while Wayne Manor is from the Nolan films. Bruce Wayne is Robert Pattinson. The safehouse/penthouse is taken from Titans Tower in the "Titans" TV series, with a few interior changes. Harry's hairstyle is Radcliffe's at San Diego Comic-Con in 2014, but shorter.

Lastly, I want to apologize for the long wait. I know six weeks was twice as long as I had promised, so I'm very, very sorry about that. Although, in my defense, this chapter was at least three times longer than the last few, so there's that. But it was mostly the second wave of Covid-19, and my family had to move out of the city, which was considered a hotspot for the pandemic, temporarily. There was a bit of a hassle, so I've had to put this chapter on hold for a little while. But it's finally here, and I hope you all find it worth the wait.

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