Harold Wayne test chapter

A.N: Not writing a new story, just a test chapter here. I was thinking about redoing my old Harold Wayne story and trying to make an improved and completed version of it or just continuing with it.

Plot: Harry Potter finds himself reborn as the son of Thomas and Martha Wayne, the richest couple in the worst city in the world. He obviously won't grow up to be a mentally unstable vigilante...obviously.

Scene 1:

Alfred was not an expert on children, he'd admit that to anyone who asks. The child he had spent most time with was Master Harold Wayne, son of Thomas and Martha Wayne, his employees and dare he say, friends. The boy was quite cute and it was evident from a young age that the boy would grow up to be quite handsome, he had black hair and bright green eyes that Mrs Wayne couldn't help but coo over.

As Alfred said, he was not an expert on children, but he was sure that Harold (also known as Harry) was not a normal child. Alfred honestly couldn't remember the last time he had seen the boy cry, perhaps when the boy was a year old. Thomas himself had been quite concerned and had even taken the boy to a child behavioural specialist who had insisted that the boy was fine. Still, Alfred knew that the boy was not normal.

Not that that was a bad thing. Simply a fact.

The boy stared at everything as if he wished to take it apart and rebuild it. When he stared at people, it was like he was analysing them, he couldn't begin to imagine what was going on in the boy's head. Perhaps he was thinking if he could get away with ignoring them. The boy was antisocial, he didn't really care much for interacting with other kids. The boy was also quite advanced in his studies, so much so that the school was suggesting he move up a few grades, much to the delight of Thomas and Martha. Alfred supposed that he'd probably be quite a bit more worried if not for the fact that the boy clearly loved his parents.

That much was obvious to Alfred, for all of the mysteries around Master Harry, it could not be denied that the boy loved his parents.

As he stopped outside of the boy's room, he paused when he heard a noise that sounded remarkably like a squeak. He wondered if young Master Harry had once again rescued another animal, he hoped not. It had taken a while to get the owl droppings out of the room the last time. He knocked on the door and opened it in time to see young Harry land on the bed.

"Young Master, I hope you are not jumping on the bed...again" Alfred said, giving him a questioning look.

"Sorry, Alfred," Harry said apologetically. "I've finished my homework," He quickly added.

"That's good of you, but it doesn't mean you can continue jumping on the bed," Alfred said matter-of-factly. "Now, it's almost dinner time, come down quickly young man," Alfred said before closing the door.

Harry smirked before turning to the open window of his room, he grinned and ran towards it, jumping out of it before transforming into a bat, he quickly flew down to the ground and transformed back into his human form, he quickly snuck in through a window and headed towards the kitchen where his parents were waiting, after greeting the two of them, he sat down and waited patiently for Alfred to arrive. The bullet got there a few seconds later and froze as he saw Harry sitting at the table, something that should not be possible as he had left the boy's room not that long ago.

Scene 2:

"All in all, not how I thought I'd spend my day," Harry muttered to himself as he dodged a kunai that had nearly pierced into his shoulder.

The last couple of years had been rough on the young Wayne, he had spent his time travelling the world, having learnt enough from Gotham. Going around the world was something that Harry had always wanted to do in his past life, it was unfortunate that this wasn't a sightseeing tour. Since leaving Gotham he had learnt as much as he could from various sources. He had learnt from arguably the best thief in the world, after that, he had learnt from the best swordsman in the world and had spent a great deal of time studying with the premier expert in all things related to the mind. He had at one point even studied under several different detectives around the world. He had learnt as much as he could about any and everything he suspected could even minorly assist him.

That was how he had ended up here, studying under the so-called 'league of shadows'.

Dodging a kick, he grabbed his attacker from behind before lifting him up and slamming him face-first into the ground, he blocked the second attacker's right hook and followed with a punch to the nose before shoving him away and engaging his third attacker.

Meanwhile, a short distance away, on top of the observation deck, sat one Ra's Al Ghul. He stared down as he watched Harry engage one attacker after the other, defeating them all soundly and swiftly. Standing on either side of him were his daughters, Thalia and Nysaa. Neither of them showed any emotion, but he could see the interest in their eyes.

"As far as potential heirs go, he's not bad," Ra's stated, causing both of them to snap their heads in his direction.

Scene 3:

"This is a shitshow, Gordon," One of the surrounding officers said.

Jim Gordan, Captain of the GCPD, let out a big sigh as he stared at the mess in front of him. An hour or so earlier, a call had been made, the Mayor's right-hand man, John Smith, had been killed. Now, Gordon was in his home, staring at his corpse. The forensic team was still doing their thing, trying to find clues and work out what was going on.

"It is a shitshow," Gordon agreed, taking out a pack of gum and putting a piece in his mouth. He had promised his wife that he'd try and give up smoking, it was not easy, especially when he wanted one after dealing with cases like this.

"So, what now?" Asked another officer.

"I've got a guy who has agreed to come over and give things a look," Gordon said, mentally preparing himself for the chaos that was likely to come forth.

"Who?" The officer asked just before the lights went off, the room was dark for a few seconds before the lights came back on. Everything was exactly the same, with the exception of the person standing behind Gordon. He was dressed in black armour from the neck down, not that anyone could see since the cape he wore covered his whole body and descended down to the floor, the head was a metallic-looking mask that covered everything, it had two large ears shaped like horns and two white eyes. The figure was standing behind Gordon who calmly chewed on his gum.

"Guns down," Gordon ordered when several officers aimed their weapons.

"But Gordon...that's the Batman!" One of them protested.

"I'm aware," Gordon said, even as Batman moved towards the body unconcerned with all the weapons pointed at him. He stared at the body for several seconds before raising his hand, a green smoke poured out from his hand and headed towards the body. "Batman?" Gordon asked questioningly just before the whole room froze as what appeared to be a glowing green ghost appeared, the ghost looking exactly like John Smith.

"I...I was dead," The ghost realised.

"You still are," Batman told him. "But first...you'll answer my questions."