Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling & Batman is obviously not mine.

Summary: After living a long life, Harry Potter died and is reborn as Adrian Wayne, the younger brother of Bruce Wayne. Born into this new world, Harry still retains memories of his former life, and it seems his magic is there to stay as well.

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Bruce was patiently sitting on the chair, swinging his tiny legs to entertain himself. This was not an easy feat to accomplish for a four year old since they had been in the hospital for a long time now waiting for the baby to come, but somehow he managed. It helped that Bruce was imagining all the fun things he would do with his little brother once they got back home.

Mean while, his father was pacing outside of the waiting room anxiously as Alfred watched on with hidden amusement.

"Master Wayne, I believe if you continue in that manner, you'll wear the floor out in no time at all," Alfred commented lightly, eyes crinkling in mirth.

Thomas Wayne stopped and looked over at the other man with a sheepish smile.

"I can't help it, Alfred," his father said before he finally went over to sit beside them. "Even when Bruce was born, I was so nervous that another doctor had to take over for me."

He gazed up at his father, head tilting in curiosity. "Daddy was scared?" Bruce asked softly.

It was hard to think a man like his father could ever be afraid; his father was always the one person Bruce ran to when he was scared.

The Wayne patriarch chuckled, placing a hand on his small head and smoothing back his hair. "Well, just a little, but it was also one of the happiest days of my life when you were born," Thomas Wayne admitted warmly.

Bruce grinned, glad that his father really wasn't that scared.

"A little?" Alfred repeated with skepticism. "I happen to remember a certain someone fainting at the first sign of labor and that was before we even arrived at the hospital that day."

His father coughed suddenly, face colouring red before saying, "Let's not get into that, Alfred. I just had a dizzy spell, that's all."

"If you say so, Sir," their butler agreed in a tone that said otherwise.

Before any more words were spoken, the sound of a baby's cry rang out in the room, signaling the arrival of the new member of the Wayne family.

His father quickly stood up, excitement and anxiousness returning at once.

A few minutes later, a nurse soon approached them with a smile. "Congratulations, Dr. Wayne. You now have a healthy seven pound baby boy."

"And my wife? Can I see the both of them right now?" his father asked, barely containing himself from rushing inside the room.

With the nurse's permission, the three of them entered the room where his mother was laying on the bed and holding a blue bundle in her arms.

"Oh, Martha," the Wayne patriarch let out, attracting his mother's attention.

She looked up, her expression morphing into pure bliss. "Thomas," his mother whispered, "you have to see him - he's so beautiful."

His father kissed her forehead affectionately and gazed down at the baby. The man then cradled the precious bundle in his own arms.

"Mommy? Are you okay?" he asked with worry, seeing how tired she appeared.

His mother caressed his cheek. "I fine, sweetheart. A good day's rest, and I'll be back to normal in no time."

Confirming that his mother was okay, he then turned to his father.

Carefully holding the baby, his father sat down on a chair beside the bed. "My little prince..." the man breathed with awe.

It was at this time that Bruce finally took a first glimpse at his little brother. Black tufts of hair covered the head around a pinkish face. Then slowly, the small eye-lids began to open, revealing green in the colour of glowing leaves.

Bruce could not help but stare deeply into those eyes, feeling a connection to his brother immediately. It was not something that he could explain; he just felt it.

"Daddy, look," Bruce said quietly, "his eyes are green."

"Yes, they are... he has my mother's eyes," his father whispered out with such a gentleness only reserved for those he loved.

Bruce blinked at that. "Grandma?"

He received a nod in return before his father glanced back at him. "This is your brother, Bruce. This is Adrian."

"Adrian," Bruce said the name as he softly touched the tuft of hair on his brother's head, amazed at how small Adrian was compared to his hand.

Was he ever that small? Looking at his baby brother, it was hard to believe anyone could be so small. So fragile.

"Can we take him home now?" Bruce asked, wanting them all to return to the manor so he could show Adrian their home.

Shaking his head, Thomas Wayne replied, "Not yet, Bruce. He still has to stay just in case because a newborn is very vulnerable; it's for his safety that he remains here for now."

He nodded immediately in understanding. "Because he's so small..." his brows then bent in determination. "But I'll protect him, Daddy," Bruce proclaimed with all the seriousness a four year old could muster.

His father smiled proudly at him before turning back to the baby. "It looks like Bruce will be watching over you now, Adrian."

In answer to that, baby Adrian yawned minutely before closing his eyes in sleepiness, content in the security of those around him.

TBC