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Secunda Fortuna

By: Angelwarrior1

Rating: M

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Harry Potter

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…

Note: To all those asking about when Harry will start pretending to be a female; he'll be starting in this chapter and will continue after Tom is born. Harry's identity in the Muggle world is female. It'd be strange if Harry just appeared in the Muggle world with no identification. Also, thank you to everyone who volunteered to be a Beta reader. I found a couple of them .

Beta Readers: itachisgurl93 and LonelyWallFlower

Special Thanks: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and sent messages of encouragement for this to continue! I really do appreciate all of your kindly written words. To all of those offering Beta services I thank you, but I've found one. If anyone wants to be a Brit-picker just let me know.

Warning: Attempted non-consenual.

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Chapter 2:

Harry stepped off of the plane and looked around him. It was dark out, but things looked bright with the artificial light source the Muggles favored.

He’d taken out the majority of his galleons from his vaults left to him by his parents. He instructed the Goblins to transfer some to the Weasley’s, Ron, Hermione and lastly his godson Teddy. He’d regretted leaving him behind the most. He knew it was necessary for the time being though. His hope was that one day he’d be able to take him in once Tom was born and a little older, but he really wasn’t sure how Tom would react to having to share his attention. Tom had always been very selfish and Harry wasn’t sure if that was just Tom or due to his upbringing.

Pulling out his map of Gotham City, Harry looked at it again. He’d already found the place he wanted to stay at. He’d chosen an old apartment building located in the Hill, because it was the closest he could get to living near a bridge named the Mooney Bridge, which he’d found endlessly amusing.

He was glad the dice he’d rolled over the map of America had landed on Gotham City. The moment he'd stepped off of the plane he'd felt the old magic that lay in the city. It reeked of chaos. He would have to be careful with his magic here once he could use it again.

After getting his finances in order he'd gone looking for knowledge on male pregnancies, which there wasn't much on. It was frightening how in the dark he'd be on this whole thing. What he did know, however, was that his magic would go into protecting the womb, giving the growing baby a piece of his magic to develop its own core and helping it grow faster. Male pregnancies apparently only lasted seven months, rather than nine. This was due to males being much weaker than females during pregnancy, since more magic was spent on creating the parts necessary for childbirth.

Harry would be defenseless later in his pregnancy. This terrified him and only solidified his plan to procure somewhere the wizarding world couldn't find him. He'd changed his appearance by lengthening his hair. It now went down to his lower back. He was startled when he noticed it curling after he showered with the new length for the first time. It was much more tame now.

Another change was his eyesight, which he'd finally had corrected by St. Mungo's. Under disguise, he had no problem going in and leaving. After examining his eyes, a potion to correct them was created. The potion took a week to make. During this time he'd worked on creating his new identity.

To the Muggle world he would be known as Harleen Riddle. Deciding on his first name hadn't been very hard; it was his last name that had taken longer. Eventually he had picked Riddle. No one would suspect him of choosing the name of his enemy, after all. Those who knew Harry thought he hated Tom Riddle. Even Ron and Hermione didn't know how he really felt about the man. No, Harry hated Voldemort, not Tom.

To many there may not have seemed to be a difference, but to Harry, it was immense. Tom Riddle was the misunderstood, lonely boy who was without anyone to show him love and compassion. Voldemort was the monster that emerged from his hatred of those who were cruel to him. To Harry, Tom Riddle would always be that sullen faced child he'd seen in the Pensieve memories.

The last change was his wardrobe, which had taken a while for him to adjust to. He wasn't used to putting so much work into getting dressed. He would usually just throw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Now he had to color coordinate, fix his hair and put make-up on. At least he didn't have to shave. There was a potion women used that got rid of hair instantly once they applied it to the desired area. It was very easy and Harry bought several cases immediately after his trial use.

He had also stocked up on baby stuff and maternity clothes. All of this would be carried in a trunk that had wizarding space built in. If he ever needed more space the trunk would automatically expand. Touching his now four month pregnant tummy, Harry smiled softly in thought of wearing the maternity clothes he'd bought.

Leaving the airport, he found a row of cabs waiting for passengers at one end of the entrance. He approached one and asked to be taken to any apartment buildings located in the Hill. The driver gave him a weird look and appeared as if he wanted to question Harry's sanity, but eventually just shrugged and drove away from the curb.

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Jim Gordon wanted to groan in frustration. His fellow officers were camped out around a building with 20 hostages inside. Hostage taking seemed to be a big thing for criminals in Gotham.

It wasn't any high profile criminals holding these people hostages, just the run of the mill group of two-bit thugs looking to score some cash.

What had the police so riled up was the fact that Batman hadn't shown up yet. While he didn't have to be there, being the Commissioner and all, he figured he was needed to "help" bring in the vigilante.

Then he noticed it, a dark shadow that raced quickly out of sight into the building with the hostages. At least the hostages would be alright now. His lips upturned slightly at the thought.

The SWAT Team buzzed into his ear piece. Apparently, one of them had spotted Batman taking out a thug from his hiding position.

"Don't do anything that will endanger those hostages." He ordered.

He couldn't very well say not to shoot Batman, after all. Unfortunately, people tended not to listen very well. Shots started firing in the building and the officers around him began shouting and firing their own weapon. Batman crashed through a window on the fifth floor and glided away. Hostages were running out of the building and the officers who weren't helping them or going into the building to round up the thugs, were getting into their cars to chase the caped figure.

He cursed and jumped into his own car. It would seem the people of Gotham were out for the blood of its only protector.

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A helicopter sounded overhead. His night vision helped him avoid some rubble in the alley. He activated the tumbler and rounded the corner to fire a grappling hook at a roof edge to pull him up. Light moved over him and he knew he'd been spotted. Shots fired after him from the air. The sirens of the police were drawing closer.

The hard feel of concrete hit his booted feet. They pounded on the roof as he raced across it to jump to the next rooftop. The tumbler would be at the next building below.

Bullets flew by and around him, some hitting where his feet once were. Others went through his cape. A couple hit him, but the Kevlar protected his vulnerable skin. The end of the building top came up and he didn't hesitate to jump off it. His cape flew out as he landed on the ground with a jarring thud.

No time was wasted as he took off once more and ran through the darkness. He could hear the police ordering him to surrender himself as he approached the alley where his tumbler waited, hidden in the black of Gotham's night.

The top opened as he sped up to it and he hopped into its seat, revved the engine and sped out before the police could figure out where he was.

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Harry blew the hair from his eyes as he straightened and surveyed his tiny one bedroom apartment. He hadn't had a hard time getting an apartment. The building he was living in was old and rundown, not a place one actively sought to live in. It suited Harry's purposes though. It wasn't likely anyone would be looking for him here of all places, with the amount of money he had.

Immediately upon entering the apartment during his first night there, he'd started casting wards on his doors. The building had several unsavory types living in it, including one male who unnerved him senseless with the way he'd kept staring at him when he walked by.

It was the kind of staring someone gave you when they were analyzing you too closely. Imagining things in their minds you'd rather not know. Harry shuddered at the thought.

After the wards he started on cleaning the horrid looking room. The smell, ugh, it was liked an animal had died in the place and no one had bothered to clean it up until recently. It really wouldn't have surprised him if that was what indeed had occurred.

He rubbed his aching back. He'd put on a bit of weight and he had a bit of a bump now. His hands stroked over the stomach softly as he smiled down at it.

It wasn't the ideal place to raise Tom, but it was all theirs. He felt excitement rise up to greet the anxiety already inside him. He was on his own for the first time. Sure he'd lived by himself at Grimmauld Place, but that wasn't the same. That was Sirius' home, given to him after he died. This was a place he'd picked out on his own, with no one else’s input. It was a surge of independence that was gratifying.

Unshrinking the trunk in his pocket, he unloaded the bed and other pieces of furniture with his magic. He would obviously have to buy a few pieces of furniture and have them delivered as well. It would be odd to his neighbors if he didn't seem to have need of furniture when he'd obviously arrived very empty handed.

Harry sighed as he made up his bed. There were just too many things to worry about when living amongst Muggles.

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He'd been careful when he went out. The city was in turmoil after the death of Harvey Dent and all the others. The city of Gotham's people were demanding their justice. If he gave Gotham's people what they demanded then there would be no one to defend her dwellers and he was nothing if not faithful to her, his city.

The cries of a woman rang out in the night and the figure standing on top of the rooftop listening for just such a signal swooped down, ready to aid his majestic city.

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He turned from side to side as he gazed at his stomach in the floor length mirror that had recently been delivered. He was five months along now. It wasn't hard to Confund the doctors seeing him to into thinking they had an ordinary patient. Tom's growth was coming along as expected, though he had to lie about how far along he was to the doctors.

The baby's growth had sped up just as the books on male pregnancy had said it would. His heart swelled with love and pride when he saw a new image of his Tom. It wasn't odd to think of Tom as his now. The two seemed to be constantly linked together.

He tugged at the choker hiding his adam's apple. Oddly, it seemed to have shrunk slightly. He knew it was his magic making the changes to his body and wouldn't be surprised if more changes came about. As long as his man bits didn't disappear. He wouldn't take kindly to that.

He gave a satisfied hum of approval and tugged his tunic down. His long skirt swished softly as his flats made soft clicking sounds on the floor. He grabbed his purse, the lunch he'd bagged the night before out of the fridge and his coat, shrugging it on. He did this all very quickly and left.

He'd managed to find a job at a second hand bookstore, the only one in the neighborhood in fact. The store owner was kind enough to let him sit in the back when the store was empty. He had rather long shifts. The store opened at seven, which he sometimes had the task of opening, and closed at eight. He usually had early shifts, trading off with the store owner's daughter when she came in to take over. Today his shift was the later one, however.

The hair on the back of his neck rose when he felt eyes on him. It was him again. Ever since he'd arrived about a month ago the same man always seemed to be around when he was coming or going. He'd like to say he didn't know what the man wanted from him, but he did know. Sadly, he wasn't that naive. Luck still seemed to favor him though, as he'd never been approached by the eerie man.

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The fake laugh reached his own ears and he hated the sound of it. Couldn't anyone tell that his laugh was fake? Apparently not.

"Brucie darling?"

"Hm?" He gave his date, whose name eluded him at the moment, a clueless face.

The woman gave a frustrated sound. Obviously he hadn't been a very good date tonight. The sound of her speaking reached his ears and he realized he'd missed her talking again.

"If you can't even pay attention to me then why did you ask me out in the first place?" She shrieked in outrage and threw her glass of champagne into his face.

'That would be one reason.' His mind supplied in amusement.

The click of cameras went off around him and he knew he would make the papers tomorrow. Smug triumph welled up inside of him.

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Harry closed the shop and headed to the grocery store to pick up some items for the week. It wouldn't take as long if he didn't have to walk, but he didn't know how to operate an automobile so he had to resort to traveling on foot for now. As a result, it took him twenty minutes to make it to the store. He wasted no time in picking out his groceries, and made it through the check out in less than ten minutes. By the time he left the store about thirty-five minutes had gone by.

Harry didn't like being out so late in this city. The magic in Gotham seemed to flourish and thrive at night. Magic affected Muggles in different ways. The studies on the affects of magic on non-magical beings had been going on for years. Some grew violent and others simply felt tense and anxious. A very small percent even felt thrilling feelings, like the magic was an aphrodisiac that slowly built up the excitement in them.

At night he always heard such loudness from the city around him in his tiny apartment. Screams and shouting. The piercing fire of guns. He feared the city's might during that time in those late and early hours.

He sped up his pace. If only he'd been paying more attention to the shadows rather than the magic of the city.

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After shedding his mask of ignorance, he became the animal of dread amongst his enemies once more. He scoured the streets below and turned up his earpiece that amplified his hearing. Landing on a nearby roof, he paused to listen. When he didn't hear anything but silence he almost took off once more.

His hearing picked up a sound he wouldn't normally hear from such a height. The sound of fear. He stepped off of the building roof and dropped into the alley.

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His breaths came fast and panicked. Someone was holding him by the throat firmly. Not enough to strangle him, but it wasn't going to be letting him go anytime soon. His ears picked up the sound of sniffing. He was being scented by this predator.

"Pretty." Reached his adrenaline amplified ears before his back was slammed against the wall.

His eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of the male holding him. It was him. The eerie man from his building who loved watching him.

He stared into Harry's eyes with an intensity that left undiluted fear in Harry. Even Voldemort hadn't inspired this level of fear. With Voldemort there had only been torture, loss of loved ones and death to fear. With this man... he could lose everything. His innocence. His spirit and what ultimately made up his very self.

"Don't do this." Harry couldn't help but whisper pleadingly.

He knew he shouldn't. Predator's loved when their prey showed fear. He wasn't just protecting himself though. He had to guard his child.

The man gave a chilling smile and yanked Harry to him for a violent kiss that left Harry shriveling inside.

"No!" Harry bit at the man's mouth in retaliation and struggled for all he was worth.

He kicked out, scratched and pounded at the hulking male holding him by the upper arms. There wasn't much he could do at that point, not with his magic on vacation. He was no match for the man strength wise, either. Tears tried to escapes his eyes, but his stubborn pride refused their exit.

The man gave a dark laugh at his attempts and Harry was once more slammed into the wall behind him. He was turned over, and Harry pushed against the wall as much as he could. He didn't want to crush his rounding stomach. The sound of a buckle being undone reached his ears and he shivered.

The wall was cold and damp under his fingers and cheek. The foreign touch of a large hand on his backside forced a whimper from his throat against his will. It bunched up his long skirt and reached under-

A primal roar broke the tense atmosphere. The hand was suddenly off of him and Harry choked out a sob in relief as the sounds of flesh being pummeled reached his ears. For all of his courage Harry found that he couldn't look up until the sound of a body hitting the floor reached his ears.

He had to look behind him. Had to know if his attacker was still a threat to him and if he wasn't, was this new arrival what he should fear next?

Harry turned. A dark figure stood over his attacker. A long cape that caressed the concrete ground. Pointed ears stood on the black as pitch head. The only reason Harry could even see this dark being was due to the small amount of light from a lamp post in the street nearby.

The head turned. Harry's eyes widened. The being radiated danger and Harry couldn't help holding his stomach. His dark savior seemed to notice this and backed away into the shadows.

Harry instantly felt guilty. The man, for it was obviously just a normal human man doing this, had just saved him from a horrible fate. Possibly even death. He'd also saved his child, his Tom.

"Wait." He called out quietly.

Harry waited to see if he had been heard. The man came back from the shadows.

"Thank you."

The man didn't give any reply. Harry blushed a bit in embarrassment. What was he doing? Obviously the man had other places to be. Other people most likely needed help elsewhere as well. He really shouldn't hold this dark man up from his business.

He looked down and noticed one of his grocery items on the floor. Stooping down to pick it up, he began looking for the rest of his purchases in the dimly lit alley. He almost jumped when a black gloved hand holding a pear appeared by his left shoulder. Looking up, he took the fruit and placed it into the bag blindly. His eyes never left the man before him.

The man turned and bent down, his cape laying gently out behind him. Harry watched curiously as he rustled with something in the shadows and blinked in surprise when the man stood back up. He had picked up his groceries.

For some reason this made Harry want to cry. He supposed it was the baby hormones at work. He held out his arms and accepted the paper bag filled with his food. The man bent down and picked up the other plastic bag and looped Harry's right arm through it for him.

"Go." A deep raspy voice startled Harry from the silent atmosphere.

Harry looked over at his downed attacker, who laid partially in the shadows, reluctantly.

"What about him?" He questioned quietly with a timidity he hadn't displayed since his Dursley days.

"I'll take care of him." The voice husked out.

Harry nodded, not taking his eyes off of the man who'd almost stolen more than Harry could ever imagine from him. A hand landing softly on his shoulder and giving the tiniest of squeezes jerked him from his thoughts. He looked up into the masked face.

"Thank you." He whispered again and turned, the hand falling from his shoulder.

He left the dimly lit alley and when he was truly gone, only then did Gotham's protector turn and tie the man up to hang his body in plain view of the police station.

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Thanks so much for all of the support being given to me through all of your wonderful reviews! I truly appreciate them. And look how quickly I wrote this. I've never cranked out new chapters this fast. I'm quite surprised with myself. Let me know what you think.

Author's Notes: All the locations I mentioned in Gotham, such as the Hill and the Mooney Bridge do exist in the DC universe. I found a map of Gotham and use that whenever I need to.

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