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Secunda Fortuna

By: Angelwarrior1

Rating: M

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or Harry Potter. I also make no profit from writing this.

Summary: He had survived the final battle, but he carried something with him. Fearing the reaction the wizarding world would have, Harry Potter left and traveled to Gotham City…

Author's Notes: So I forgot to mention in the previous chapter, but I may as well let everyone know now that I managed to get myself an invite to AO3. If you'd like to read the story there, I'm under the same pen name. Same applies for Aff dot net.

Beta: Unbetaed

Chapter 9:

Harry was eventually informed that Bruce was going to be okay. Lucius Fox confirmed that Bruce was likely to be feverish for a few days, and would have as much time off as he needed to get well again. He promised Harry and Alfred that he would investigate Wayne Enterprises and find out how Bruce had been drugged.

Harry, being a naturally curious person, asked many questions about how Bruce had come to be that way and why they hadn't called in Bruce's doctor. He grew increasingly frustrated when the two men gave him the run around and then Lucius was excusing himself and Alfred was seeing the man to the door. The whole thing made Harry want to yank his hair out. It was like being back at Hogwarts, with too many questions and not nearly enough answers to satiate his quest to solve the puzzle.

Harry could admit to himself that he'd been depressed for a while during the pregnancy. He ate, not because he was hungry, but because he knew he needed to feed Tom's growing body while he was defenseless inside his stomach. He'd slept a lot during that time, more than he'd probably needed to. He hadn't really been interested in anything, had sort of just been drifting along with life.

Wake up, get ready for work at the bookstore, come home, eat, go to bed. Hardly any different in the following days. Then Bruce showed up in his life, and maybe he didn't suddenly have a spring in his step, but it was just a bit brighter. He had the man's visits to look forward to, and it still wasn't okay that he was pregnant and all the way across the ocean, separated from his friends and family, but he wasn't so alone either.

In the here and now, though, he was starting to feel a little more like his old self, before the final battle and the death. His own death. Dying had changed him, even though he'd acted like it hadn't. To all of his friends and loved ones he was still how he was supposed to be. He still carried on as usual. It was just an act, he was pretty certain Hermione had seen through it too. Now, however, he felt like being a little nosy. He felt like snooping and looking through every room in the manor, finding any secrets the building may hold. It felt like being back at Hogwarts almost, having a pressing mystery to solve, and being the only one who could get to the bottom of things.

He hoped Bruce wouldn't be too angry with him, because when Harry Potter wanted to know something, he always found out about it in the end.

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He found it hard to wake up, but eventually he managed to drag his heavy feeling eyelids open. His icy blue eyes searched the room in confusion, but he relaxed when he found he was only in his bedroom. For some reason, Harleen was sleeping in the big chair next to his bed, curled up in sleep, with his head resting on the large cushiony arm of the plush chair. Black, wavy tendrils blocked some of Bruce's view of the young man's face.

For the life of him, Bruce couldn't remember why he was in the bed, or why Harleen would be sitting vigil next to it. The last thing he remembered was being in his office, speaking to a woman. Then, things got a bit hazy and disjointed. He vaguely recalled being driven home, by whom he could only assume had been Alfred, then...

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed as he strained to recollect what could have led to his current position. Slowly, the images came. Harleen with Tom, Harleen looking scared... of him. Harleen leading him, the feeling of holding Harleen's much smaller body against his own, though he didn't remember Harleen struggling. Kissing Harleen, God he'd basically assaulted him. Why the hell would Harleen be sleeping in the same room as the guy who'd tried to do the same thing as that other scumbag had in the alley? Bruce looked over at Harleen's peacefully sleeping form and just stared for a while, wondering how things could ever be okay between them again. It would always be there now. Bruce had always prided himself on having control over himself, he may not be able to control the way things worked around him, but he could always control himself. Apparently he couldn't, though, because he'd gone and tried to hurt the one person who may have been able to accept Bruce Wayne and Batman completely.

He didn't bother trying to wonder if that option was still available.

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Harry woke up and stretched a bit in the large chair. Alfred had been the one to pull it next to the bed for him, even when Harry had insisted he could just use a regular chair. Harry thought it was just Alfred's way of spoiling him, the man really did go out of his way to make him comfortable.

While rubbing the bottom of his palm into his right eye and yawning, Harry felt like there were eyes sitting on him. He looked over and saw Bruce awake, watching him.

"Oh Bruce, you're awake." Harry probably should've felt rather embarrassed about the man staring at him while he likely looked a right mess, but he was more worried about the man's health than his own appearance at the moment.

"How are you feeling? You've been feverish off and on for the last few days. Mr. Fox said that was to be expected, though I'm still not sure why they didn't call your personal doctor in to have a look at you." Harry mumbled the last bit to himself, then looked to Bruce to see if the man was still with him.

"I'm feeling alright. You said Lucius was here? So, I take it he's investigating what happened then?" Bruce had a feeling Lucius would have some video footage for him to look at when he returned to the office.

"Yes, though he hasn't said anything about it other than he'd look into it." Harry finished and the room drifted into an awkward silence.

"Bruce, do you- do you remember anything after you were drugged?" The weighted question filled the air.

"I-" Bruce began, but cut off.

"I remember I hurt you." Bruce finally admitted quietly.

"Bruce, you were drugged, and you didn't hurt me." Harry begged silently with his eyes for Bruce to believe him.

"But I easily could have. If you hadn't tricked me into following you I could have ended up hurting Tom and you."

"How- you knew it was a trick?" Harry didn't know if he should be insulted that Bruce knew what he had tried to do so quickly or if he should be pleased.

"Well, obviously not at the time, but looking back at it, it was pretty obvious." Bruce had just a hint of amusement in his eyes, before they dulled again and he looked remorseful over what'd happened.

"Bruce. I don't blame you. It wasn't your fault. You were drugged." Harry insisted, staring into Bruce's eyes, trying to will the man into believing him.

"It doesn't matter if I was drugged, I should've been able to control myself more. I tried to hurt you, just like that man in the alley you told me about." Bruce looked away from Harry.

"Bruce, look at me." Harry grabbed one of Bruce's hands, causing the man to turn and look at him in surprise of the gesture.

"You are nothing like that man in the alley who tried to hurt me. He was fully aware of his actions for one thing, and I also know that you are good man, Bruce. You would never try to hurt me intentionally. I'm not afraid of you. I feel safe with you, instead." Harry smiled at Bruce and squeezed his hand.

Bruce's eyes eased of pain slightly, though Harry could see that it would take time before Bruce truly forgave himself for what he'd done.

Harry would just have to keep reminding Bruce that he was a good man.

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Things returned to normal, for the most part, after the incident. Bruce got better and soon returned to Wayne Enterprises to visit Lucius and see what the older man had discovered. Apparently, he'd found out that the woman- Pamela Isley- was a very intelligent woman who didn't mind using some very underhanded methods in order to accomplish her goals. He would be sure to keep an eye on her activities from that point on.

As far as Harleen was concerned, he didn't start avoiding the man again, but there was a new kind of awkwardness in the mix of things. He knew what Harleen's lips tasted like, knew what that pitch as black hair felt like, knew what some of that small body could do when pushed. He remembered enough to know that Harleen hadn't fought him when he'd assaulted him. Instead, the man had arched his small body to his own larger one.

He wasn't sure what to do to break the new tension that bubbled between them, but he knew something needed to change, and soon.

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Harry had taken to practicing his rapidly returning magic everyday while alone in his room. The slow trickling of his power was becoming larger and larger, and soon he had confidence that he would be back to his full strength soon.

During any spare time he could find, Harry explored the manor more thoroughly and investigated every nook and cranny. After a couple of weeks went by and he still hadn't found anything, Harry began to become frustrated, and decided to try another method of discovering Bruce Wayne's secrets. He planted a tracking charm on the man one morning before he headed off to work. Harry monitored the charm's progress, but the man didn't do anything odd. Bruce didn't even leave the building until it was time to return to the manor.

Harry just waited, and once Bruce returned to the manor, they had a quiet dinner with Alfred and Tom. Bruce excused himself for the night soon after, saying he had some more work to do for the night. Harry excused himself as well, stating that Tom needed a bath, which was true. Harry bathed Tom and sang a lullaby to the child, tucking him into bed soon after, then activated his tracking charm. He was alarmed to find that it wouldn't work, he could no longer trace Bruce.

The next day he tried again, waiting for Bruce to leave, then asking Alfred if he wouldn't mind helping Tom finish his dinner. Alfred gave him a stern look, as if he knew that Harry was up to something, but relented and did what he'd requested.

Harry rushed to catch up to Bruce, following the tracker all the way to the book case, where it stopped. Bruce had a secret passage? Harry examined all of the books, looked for any switches on the walls, but he eventually had to give up. Checking the tracking charm once more, Harry was agitated to see that it was once again disabled. Something had to open that bookcase, and he would figure it out.

Harry spent the following day trying to think of a way to open the bookcase. He didn't want to spend too much time in the room itself searching for whatever it was that opened it, as it would look suspicious. He didn't know any spells either that could help him, or... maybe he did. Harry sat up in the large chair he'd been curled up in once his epiphany hit. Snape had used a spell, in third year, on the Marauder’s Map. It hadn't worked the way the man had intended it too, but that was because the map had been spelled to counter such revealing spells. Perhaps it would work for him, though.

Harry went to Tom's room and checked on the napping baby. He had a monitoring charm set around his wrist that would let him know if Tom needed anything, but he still felt better checking on the child himself. Once he was reassured that Tom was fine, he set off with determined steps to the room with the bookcase.

Upon entering, he put a repelling charm over the doorway that would ensure Alfred wouldn't enter. He walked over to the bookcase and stood in front of it, looking over the rich wooden frame and shelves.

"Reveal your secrets." Harry held his hand out to the bookcase and willed his magic into making the spell work.

The bookcase lit up a soft purple, and a swirl of magic went around it. A soft, wispy tendril wafted out from the bookcase and drifted over to the piano. Harry waited as the spell did its work, and soon, a few keys on the piano lit up as well.

Harry walked over to the piano and glanced at the doorway once more. He added a silencing spell over the room, just to make sure. Once he felt he wouldn't be interrupted, Harry began trying different combinations for the keys that had lit up. It took him about a half hour, but he looked up sharply and smiled in triumph when he finally got the order right.

He looked to the doorway one more time, then went over to the bookcase and entered the hidden passageway. He was surprised to find an elevator of sorts, but he just gave an internal shrug and activated it. The trip was oddly long, and Harry wondered how deeply the contraption would take him.

Finally, it came to a stop, and Harry exited with barely a glance back to the machine. He was too busy staring in awe at the cave he was in. He was under Wayne manor. Bruce had a hidden cave that he disappeared into at night, and for some reason, his tracking charm didn't work once the man went down into the cave. Now Harry just had more questions. It would have to wait, though, as he needed to leave before he was discovered.

Harry left the cave and went back up into the manor, putting everything in the passage room back in order. He didn't have to worry about finger prints, as he'd used a spell to prevent getting his prints on anything when he'd been searching. He returned to Tom and found the baby awake in his crib.

"Hey sleepy head. Have a nice nap?" Harry stared down into the crib at Tom, who just stared back at Harry.

"Guess so, huh?" Harry just chuckled and lifted Tom out of his bed.

Padding softly over to the rocking chair in the room, Harry picked a children's book out and sat with Tom. He read to the child who rested against Harry, his now soft forest green eyes watching Harry's lips move as he read.

The next day Harry once more placed charms to keep Alfred away from the room and went down into the cave to explore it. He walked around the gigantic space and admired the structure of the rock walls and the water that flowed through it. He noticed the computers and gizmos scattered around the large space, but refrained from touching anything. Harry wasn't sure how the electronics would react to him, or more specifically, his magic. He'd been using a great amount of it lately, and he knew that sometimes residual magic hung around afterwards. That residual magic didn't always get along with electrical objects. Harry continued to walk around the cave, and enjoyed the sound of trickling water in the air.

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He hadn't counted on the thug that came out of nowhere hitting his side with a large mallet. His Kevlar armor protected him from knives and bullets, but heavy objects swinging into him were another matter entirely. He managed to dodge the next swing and took the guy out, but the man's work had already been done. Batman's already frowning mouth grimaced in pain, he was pretty sure one of his ribs were broken.

While he held his side in pain, one of the men he'd downed earlier got back up, sneaking up behind him hitting him with a pipe. Batman growled and knocked the man out again, having to bend and twist out of the way of the man's swings. He grit his teeth when more pain bloomed in his side.

Once the man went down, Batman began making his way slowly over to the side of a building. He lifted the arm on his good side and shot a grappling line out, gliding up the building and landing roughly on the rooftop with a sudden grunt of pain. He held a gloved hand to his injured side and pulled out a small controller from one of his utility pouches. Batman activated the tumbler and waited at the edge of the building's roof for it.

The sound of the tumbler roared down the road and stopped down below him. Batman dropped down and shot another grappling line to ease his fall into the tumbler. He felt his vision getting a bit hazy with the thud his body made into the seat. Setting the auto-pilot to return to the Batcave, he sat back and rested.

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Harry startled badly when a huge tank-thing broke through the waterfall of the cave. He panicked and looked for a place to hide when the tank's door opened and out came- Batman?!

"Alfred!!" The cowled man's raspy voice pleaded for the man Harry knew.

Was that... Bruce? Harry stood stock still for a moment while his brain caught up. This was the Batcave, under Wayne manor. The injured man before him was Batman, he was calling for Alfred. Bruce Wayne was Batman. He was injured. Oh!!

Harry rushed over and helped the hurt man out of the small tank. The man's head was hanging toward the ground, his arm guarding one of his sides. Harry helped him over to a metal table that was obviously meant for medical purposes.

"Thank you Alf- Harleen?" Batman's eyes met his and Harry felt his heart speed up in anticipation.

"What're you doing in here?" The man's voice rasped in rising anger, but Harry was having none of it.

"You can be mad all you like later, right now I need to see to that injury of yours. Come on, off with all that armor." Harry crossed his arms and just stared into the cowled man's eyes, not backing down.

"Where's Alfred?" Batman growled out menacingly.

"He's upstairs, perfectly fine I might add." Harry scoffed at the implications that he would ever do anything to hurt Alfred.

"Why isn't he down here?" The man was just being stubborn now.

"I put a repelling charm up in the room with the passage." Harry could be stubborn too.

"So you could pry into my business." The man scowled.

"Like you pried into mine, you mean?" Harry scowled right back.

"That was different." Batman finally looked away.

"How was that different?"

"I was making sure you weren't a threat to my city."

"And I was just making sure that you weren't a threat to my family." Harry snapped back.

"I wouldn't-ARGGH!" Batman shot up off of the table and let out a noise of pain immediately after, doubling over.

Harry helped him back onto the table and began tugging at his armor.

"Enough. We'll talk about this after we make sure you aren't seriously hurt." Harry glared at the man until he gave in and slowly began working at his armor.

The pair slowly got the armor off of Batman's chest and while Harry would've blushed any other time, he was too worried to notice the man's state of undress. Harry winced when he got a good view of the injury. There was a bruise beginning to bloom where the man had been hurt. He would need to use to his magic to diagnose and heal any injuries, Madam Pomfrey had been kind enough to take him under her wing and teach him some healing spells during his Hogwarts years. The question was; would Batman trust him enough to let Harry use his magic to heal the injured man?

"If you'll let me, I can use my magic to heal you." Harry suggested quietly.

Silence took over for a few moments and Harry peered up through his wispy waves to see Batman's reaction. He blinked in surprise when he found the man watching him.

"Tell me what you're casting and what it does." The man finally relented.

"Alright. The first spell I'm going to cast is a diagnostic spell, it'll tell me what injuries you've acquired." Harry waited for the man to nod, then wove his hand in the pattern he was taught to.

"It appears you have a broken rib, luckily the rib didn't puncture anything. I can cast a spell to mend the bone, you'll just have to make sure to be careful with it for a week after. If it breaks again, it'll be even more painful the second time around." Harry once more waited for the go ahead, then cast that spell as well.

Batman's face smoothed out once the spell had been cast, and Harry knew he'd realigned the bone properly.

"I can also cast a spell to sooth the pain a bit."

"No, that's not necessary." The voice rasped out, Harry wondered if the man's throat got irritated having to talk like that.

"Bru-" Harry began, but was cut off.

"Don't call me that! Not here." Batman growled out, and Harry found himself taking a step back for a moment from the hostility in his voice.

"Fine! Alright. Just don't yell at me." Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest unconsciously.

Batman's scowl softened at his response.

"Come on, we'll do this upstairs." The man rose and the pair rode the elevator up.

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Leaving the room with the bookcase, Batman went and became Bruce Wayne once more.

"Alfred!" Bruce's mind was swirling in chaos.

How had this happened? Harleen knew. Apparently, Bruce hadn't given the man enough credit, as the man was obviously intelligent enough to figure out that Bruce Wayne was Batman. He wasn't looking forward to the conversation they were about to have.

"What is it Master Wayne?" Alfred rushed over to him, fretting over the urgency in Bruce's voice.

"He knows." Bruce gave Alfred a meaningful look, and Alfred caught on right away.

"Oh dear."

Bruce just snorted at the response and went to find Harleen. He found Harleen in Tom's room, looking down at the slumbering baby.

Harleen turned to see who'd entered and stared into his eyes when he saw it was him.

"Where would you like to speak?" Harleen asked quietly.

"Downstairs." Harleen nodded to that and moved away from Tom.

They settled into separate chairs in front of the fireplace, and a heavy silence filled the air.

"So you obviously know about what I am. Knew while I was giving birth to Tom." Bruce jerked out of his thoughts and glanced at Harleen.

"You're a wizard." Bruce stated.

"How did you find out?" Bruce winced internally at the question.

"I may have investigated you a bit, out of curiosity. I was wondering what a well educated young woman, who was relatively well off, was doing in one of the Gotham's worst neighborhoods." It was Harleen's turn to wince, and he didn't bother masking the action.

"My real name is Harry James Potter. I'm from England. I just needed to get away for a while. I'm sort famous over there and being pregnant was difficult enough without having to worry about the press." Harleen, no, Harry explained.

"Why?"

"Seemed like a good place to hide. Who would willingly choose a shitty neighborhood to live in, after all?" Bruce conceded on that point.

"Why are you famous?" Harry grimaced at question.

"I promise I will tell you, but please, give me a little time to think about how. It's a very long story. I... I'm not ready yet. Please, give me a week, and then I'll tell you. Everything." Harry's eyes pleaded with Bruce, and he found he couldn't say no to his request.

"Alright. One week." Harry smiled gratefully at him.

Bruce tried to tell himself he didn't enjoy that look sent his way.

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The week went by slowly, Harry thinking over his life and figuring out what he would tell the billionaire, and what parts he would leave out. There was just so much to tell. He also thought on what he would ask Bruce. He didn't exactly get a chance to question why Bruce became Batman. He'd walked around the gardens for a while and was approaching the front of the house. Coming around the corner to the front of the manor, Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He stared in disbelief for a few short moments.

"Hello Harry." Expressive brown eyes stared into his shocked green ones.

"Hermione." Harry whispered in awe.

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There you have it! The big secret's out now, and a guest popped over to say hello! I've also given all of the previous chapters a bit of a face lift. Mistakes missed got fixed, added in more details in some areas, took some stuff out, that kind of thing. Drop me a review if you enjoyed this, and thanks as always for the awesome support.

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