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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…

Beta: blackkat

Chapter 5:

"Ow!" Harry watched as several drops of blood welled out of the cut on his index finger.

"Harleen?! Are you okay?!" David rushed over.

Seeing Harry's injury, he took the cloth Harry used to dry the dishes and applied it to the cut finger.

"This looks pretty bad. 'Ya sure you're okay?" David looked to Harry with concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Harry pulled his hand away from the cloth and went into his bathroom to get some bandaging and antiseptic.

When he came back out, David had moved over to the table. David took the supplies from Harry and wrapped his hand.

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The penny twirled on the steel table as Batman hit it with an electrical blast. While he was hesitant to have accepted the charmed item in the first place from the old man, Batman knew opportunity when he saw it. If a certain stone that determined if the charmed object was still in effect or not also happened to have gone missing, well, the old man really should have had better security set up.

Being overly paranoid had its uses as Batman studied the penny and tried to figure out if there was a technological way to cancel out magic. If he could generate some kind of field, then he wouldn't need any charmed objects from unknown wizards. Obviously, he only planned to use this for himself, as it could have catastrophic effects on the world of magic if it was discovered.

Batman set the device up to emit a new electrical frequency as he pulled out the small vial that held a tiny amount of blood in it. He'd gotten very lucky with Harleen cutting himself earlier, though it was unfortunate that the young man was hurt. At least the blood would be put to use.

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The room was dark. Harry looked up at the cracked ceiling as he lay resting on the bed, hands on his now large stomach. He was entering his sixth month, though according to the Confunded doctor he'd last seen he looked to be around eight months.

He rubbed his stomach as he closed his eyes and tried to take a nap. The kicking from Tom wasn't going to let that happen, however, so Harry just enjoyed lying on the soft bed. A sudden noise forced Harry's eyes to pop open. It sounded almost like... scratching. Where such a sound could have come from Harry had no clue, but a bad feeling started to pool into his entire being as it continued.

Then he felt it; the wards on his apartment door had just expired, and a man with a mask on his face entered not a moment after.

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David ambled on his usual way to pay a visit to Harleen, he hoped he wasn't in a tired mood. Climbing the stairs to the young man's apartment, he knocked and waited for Harleen to let him in. He frowned when the door didn't open and he didn't hear any noise coming from inside.

He knew Harleen was there, they'd established a rhythm to their visits as he figured out Harleen's work schedule. He tried knocking again when there still wasn't any sound.

His worry increased as there weren't any approaching steps, nor any usual Harleen noises telling him to hold on. He was about to pull out his lock pick set when the door suddenly opened a crack.

"Yes?" One of Harleen's green eyes peeked out at him from behind the door.

"Harleen? Is everythin' alright in there?" He scrutinized Harleen with a keen eye.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm afraid something's come up though and we won't be able to have our usual visit."

"Oh? Wish you woulda told me that before. Came all this way ta see 'ya." David adopted a disappointed expression as he watched the partial face before him avidly for anything telling.

Warning bells went off in his mind when Harleen tried to appear sorry, but only showed worry. It was the fright in the young man's one visible eye that tipped David off that something was terribly wrong.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to visit another time. I have to get back to what I was occupied with." Harleen went to shut the door, but David leaned his weight against it.

"Wait, can I come over tomorrow?" David had to keep Harleen talking just a little bit longer until he could figure out what the hell he was supposed to do.

"I don't think that would be best. I must go now." Harleen said insistently.

"Ok." David uttered quietly as Harleen didn't pause to wait for his answer, the door already shutting in his face.

Scenarios ran quickly through David's mind as Batman-mode reared its head. He couldn't change anywhere nearby, too open and risky with the daylight. Too many people around the alleys. There wasn't a public bathroom near the building either. He would have to pick the lock as he'd originally planned, and take on whoever it was on the other side of that door as David.

Hopefully it wasn't someone Harleen was on the run from. He didn't think there was much he could do as David. He didn't imagine Batman was ready to take on a magic user at that point in time, either.

Crouching down, he pulled out his small kit and worked quickly to unlock the door. He quietly turned the knob and cracked the door the tiniest bit open, to make sure he hadn't tipped off whoever was inside that someone was coming in.

He was in luck; the living room was empty. His insides turned cold as he heard yelling start in Harleen's bedroom. Quietly he went in, crouched and ready to spring into action.

Something flew out the room and landed on the floor.

"Where is it?! Huh?!" David could feel rage flare up as the sound of a few smacks went off inside the room.

"Where is what?!" Harleen's tense voice answered back hotly.

He didn't sound hurt, just pissed. David couldn't help but smirk grimly.

"The money bitch! I know you got some, seen the nice shit you had moved here."

David had to tamp down on the growl that wanted to emerge when he heard more sounds of flesh hitting flesh.

"Why the hell would I have money lying around the apartment, you dumb bastard?!" Harleen snarled back.

"Dumb bastard, am I?! I'll show you who's dumb, you bitch!!" David peered around the edge as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

The man was tall, pretty large; He'd be able to take him believably enough. The guy was much larger than Harleen, though, and David could see why he hadn't put up much of a struggle.

The fist sailed through the air and caught the pregnant man in the cheek; The black ink of Harleen's tied hair flew from its confines and settled messily around his turned head.

Harleen turned back quickly and let out a strangled screech of rage, suddenly lunging up and scratching at the man's face with his rather long nails. David knew this would be his best chance now, while the man's back was turned and he was occupied.

The man screamed in pain and slammed Harleen away from him, scrabbling for something tucked into the back of his pants.

David's eyes widened as he was approaching from behind the robber.

"You fucking little slut!"

Harleen looked up, pain from the blow he'd taken to the face clear in his expression.

"I'm gonna fucking blow a hole in that stomach of yours, you slut. Is that why you're here, huh? Too much of a whore? Nobody want 'ya anymore?! Huh? Well, maybe I'll just use you for myself then!"

"Stay away from me!!" Harleen shouted suddenly, David could tell he was flashing back to the alley.

He had to end this now. David leapt onto the man, while grabbing the hand holding the gun.

"What the-?!" The man shouted in surprise and started struggling.

David grunted when his back was slammed into something sharp. The two fell out of the bedroom, David still holding tightly onto the hand with the gun. He started slamming the hand into anything he could in order to get the man to drop it. The man eventually screamed and the heavy thud of metal reached his ears. With the gun handled he let go of the guy's hand and moved from his back.

The robber screamed in rage and David felt a sharp sting on his face as his beard was yanked, but he ignored it as he delivered a couple of punches to the guy's stomach. Finally, David landed one more to his face and the man dropped with a big thud.

After he tied the man up with some rope and whatever else he could find that looked strong enough, David staggered over to the bedroom to tend to Harleen.

"Harleen?" He watched in concern as Harleen didn't move from where he was curled up on the bed, where he had been left.

The green eyes were unblinking; whatever thoughts were going through that mind of his couldn't be good.

David walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He reluctantly placed his hand on Harleen's and was surprised when the young man suddenly let out a shuddering breath and slumped over to rest his head on David's shoulder.

David looked him over with worried eyes and wrapped an arm around the very still man. Other than breathing, Harleen wasn't moving. They couldn't stay here, though; This place wasn't good for Harleen. The young man had been attacked twice since his arrival in Gotham, and unfortunately, David was sure it wouldn't be the last time if Harleen decided to stay longer after the baby was born.

"Harleen? Come on honey, say somethin'. S'not right when 'ya don't talk. Too quiet when you're not going on about somethin' or 'nother."

God, he sucked at cheering people up. David's lips thinned and his stubborn streak flared up in him.

"Let's get your pretty face looked at here, hmm? Can't have you goin' out with blood on 'ya." David gently took hold of Harleen's face and looked at the damage that was done.

Just then, he wished murder weren't so illegal. A split lip, what looked to be the beginning of some very bad swelling on the young man's left cheek, and some swelling around his left eye too.

"I'll just go get some bandages and ice for 'ya." David left for the supplies, but knew he would have to call the police.

Unfortunately, he and Harleen would have to talk to them. He wasn't worried for himself, David Forrestor had his papers all in order. No, he was worried for Harleen. The man wasn't even speaking to David, so he doubted he would talk to the police. Well, if it came down to it, he would just have to do most of the talking.

He dialed up the police as he got a zip lock bag for the ice. Someone came on and he spoke with them briefly as he grabbed a cloth to wrap the bag in. He hung up after it was confirmed someone would be over soon and got the bandages on his way back to the bedroom.

David sat back down and lightly pressed the ice to Harleen's now nasty-looking cheek bruise. Harleen's dull green eyes moved slowly to look at him and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Oh, sweet Merlin."

"What?" David frowned in confusion at the look he was receiving.

Harleen's hand suddenly snatched at something on his face and pain bloomed in his jaw and lower cheeks.

"What the fuck are 'ya doin'?!" He hollered in pain and shock.

"I could ask you the bloody same Bruce Wayne!!" Harleen shouted in rage.

David, no, Bruce froze at the name Harleen addressed him with. His eyes shot up at the ragged looking beard Harleen was holding up in one hand.

"I can explain-"

"You damn well better!"

"Please calm down. All that shouting can't be good for you or the child you're carrying."

Harleen took a few deep breaths. After a few moments went by, he opened his angry green eyes and glared at Bruce.

"Explain. Now!" The young man ordered severely, with a slight growl.

Bruce sighed and began his explanation.

"As Bruce Wayne, I have a lot of responsibility. A company to run, a vast amount of wealth that must not be squandered recklessly, but invested wisely for future generations of the Wayne family. Then of course, there's the press to deal with. Sometimes I feel the need to just get away for a while, be someone else. Surely you wouldn't begrudge me some small amount of anonymity?" Bruce looked up and met Harleen's eyes.

"No. I wouldn't begrudge anyone something so small, yet so meaningful." Harleen's eyes held understanding as he reached over and placed the beard back in Bruce's hand.

The green eyes suddenly widened as the sound of a cop car's siren went off at the bottom of the apartment building. The two men simply stared at one another for a moment.

Suddenly a flurry of motion was going on and both of them scrambled up.

"Do you have glue, tape, anything that'll hold this?!" Bruce nearly shouted as he ran into the bathroom.

"Yes! I should have some glue right here!" Harleen's panicked voice filtered into the tiny bathroom from the kitchen area.

Harleen rooted through the drawer filled with nothing he actually needed right then. He slammed the drawer in frustration and yanked open another one. Just as he was about to shout out in triumph that he'd found it, he heard the creaking of the front door.

"Hello?! Everyone alright in here?!" A police officer entered and looked around, before his eyes landed on Harleen.

Harleen turned around, hiding the glue behind his back.

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'Shite! Rotten luck strikes again.' Harry thought grimly, his heart racing.

"Yes. We're fine." Harry turned and grabbed a zip lock to fill with ice. He wrapped it in a dishtowel, hiding the glue in the cloth.

"Where's the man who called? Said he fought this guy here?" He tapped the downed robber with the toe of his shoe, who was out cold.

"He's in the restroom. I'll get him." Harry rushed over to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

It opened a crack and Harry shoved the ice pack in.

"Here's the ice you wanted."

"What?! I didn't ask for-!" Bruce sent him a bewildered look.

"Would you quiet down, you bloody moron?! Just use the damn ice." Harry whispered back harshly and yanked the door shut.

He walked over to the cop who was looking around at the damage.

"The bedroom is where most of it took place." Harry spoke quietly as he eyed the downed man warily.

"He sure got 'ya, didn't he?" The officer took in the damage to Harry's face.

Harry cringed and nodded reluctantly. He was still angry at how helpless he'd felt during the attack. He'd had to be saved, again. He really couldn't wait to have his magic back. Being as small as he was, he was virtually useless in a physical fight. He'd had some training in hand to hand combat during the summer before his sixth year. Dumbledore had arranged it to try and get his mind off of Sirius. It had worked a bit, but Harry was still distracted and depressed by the man's death for a long time. Even now, the pain still lingered.

Right now, though, that didn't matter. His stomach got in the way of any fighting he could do. Harry felt like a small tank running around with Tom growing inside of him.

The officer went into the bedroom to take a look at the damage and whistled at the open dresser drawers and smashed knick-knacks on the floor.

Harry was just grateful he didn't keep anything magical in his dressers. The heavy magical items were all in his trunks. Some of the decorative things that now graced the floor in pieces were magical and would fix themselves when he spoke the word he'd set for them. He nudged at the head of the black knight chess piece that lay on the floor with the toe of his shoe. It was no longer animated and just sat there.

"Sorry it took me so long. Bastard put up one hell of a fight." Harry and the officer turned to the bearded man Harry could now only think of as Bruce.

Bruce was holding the ice pack Harry had shoved at him on his hand, which did have some nasty bruising.

"That's fine. Now, let's go over what happened here, eh?"

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Bruce closed the door as the officer finally left, lugging the once-more conscious prisoner with him, who took perverse pleasure in saying nasty things about Harleen.

The man was just lucky the officer was there.

He sighed and went over to the bedroom doorway to look at Harleen, who was standing in front of the window with his arms crossed over his chest.

Bruce took it for the vulnerable stance it was and moved to stand behind him a few steps back.

"It's not safe here for you anymore." Bruce uttered quietly, not wanting to startle the young man.

"And where would you suggest I go?" Harleen sighed.

"I know you don't know me very well, and you've just found out I've been more than a little dishonest with you, but you're welcome to come stay with me for as long as you'd like." Bruce was surprised with the amount of nervousness he felt as he gave that suggestion.

Harleen spun around and looked at him in shock.

"You would invite me into your own home? You barely know anything about me."

"I know that you're a good person; you've been very kind to me. You could have revealed me to that police officer, yet you didn't. Let me help you."

"I am... reluctant to leave this place." Harleen bit his bottom lip and looked down.

"It's too dangerous for you to live alone, Harleen. What if you need medical assistance? You are getting further into your pregnancy after all." Bruce stated softly, but firmly.

"I-I know. I just... it's embarrassing. You'll think I'm being silly."

"I promise I won't. Please, just tell me."

"I... I like this place. I've formed so many happy memories here, most of which were with you." Harleen's cheeks reddened as Bruce smiled softly at the admission.

Bruce felt a warmth he'd come to associate only with Harleen flare up inside of him. This young man made him feel so oddly sometimes.

"You know, my home doesn't hold too many happy memories for me. I could really use some help with forming a few." Bruce teased gently.

Harleen didn't answer right away. He seemed to be struggling to reach a decision, and Bruce let him have the time he needed to make one.

"Well... I suppose I could help with just a few." Harleen finally looked up and smiled shyly.

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The moving process took a bit longer since Harry, not wanting anyone to see all the magic shit he had laying about his apartment, asked that he have some time to say goodbye to his tiny dwelling alone.

Bruce had looked at him oddly for that, but eventually complied and left to arrange for movers and such.

Harry wanted to tell Bruce that movers weren't necessary, that he could just shrink all of his things and leave right away. Instead, he had just nodded tiredly to the mention of movers.

He packed all of his magical items in his trunks, then went about putting everything away into some cardboard boxes he'd had to buy to pack. Eventually he was finished, but he was very grumpy by that point. Really, it would have been so easy to pack with magic, but instead he had to deal with doing everything the Muggle way. He was more than ready for food and rest by the time he was done.

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Bruce was, understandably, a bit nervous about Harleen coming home with him. He'd been filling Alfred in on the strange young man he'd met and his suspicions, so he didn't need to explain anything to the man, but what if they didn't get along?

He knew that was silly, as Harleen had been nothing but kind since Bruce had met the young man. Personalities sometimes clashed, however, so he still couldn't shake the anxiety he felt.

Eventually they made it home, the movers would be going to pick up Harleen's furniture and boxes the next day and taking them to the mansion. Bruce had come for Harleen in one of his more inconspicuous cars and they'd gone on to the manor. He stepped out first, then got the door for the now large-bellied young man, offering two hands to help Harleen out.

A shy smile was his thanks, and he found it better than any spoken words.

"Alfred! I'm home!" He called out upon entering.

"Welcome home, Master Bruce. Oh my, and who is this glowing young woman?"

"This is Harleen Riddle. Harleen, this is Alfred Pennyworth." Bruce smiled as he caught the blush that came onto Harleen's cheeks at Alfred's description of him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Pennyworth." Harleen smiled and offered a hand for Alfred to shake.

"Please, call me Alfred. It's most wonderful to finally meet you. Master Bruce has told me so much about you." Harleen almost sputtered as Alfred took his hand and swiftly pecked the back of it.

"Then you must call me Harleen. I also hope he hasn't told you everything about me." The young man gave Bruce a faux glare.

"I assure you, Master Bruce hasn't broken any of your confidences and has spoken very highly of you. Now, I think we should get you settled in. I've heard about the awful day you've had and I'm sure some food and rest will do you both good."

"Thank you, Alfred." Bruce looked over at Harleen and gestured for him to follow Alfred.

The trio made their way upstairs where Harleen's room was quickly picked out.

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Harry liked Alfred, he seemed to genuinely care for Bruce Wayne. When he'd first been introduced, he'd just assumed he was the butler. Later, after watching how Bruce and Alfred interacted, Harry realized that the two had a great understanding of each other. They were like family.

Harry felt a bit home sick after witnessing the pair. He wondered how Ron and Hermione were doing. Especially Hermione, he'd only figured out his own pregnancy after hearing about her's after all. He was curious about her child's growth. Hopefully Ron had adjusted to the idea quickly and was learning what he needed to, Ron was very resistant to change.

When Harry's things were delivered, he had stood back and let Alfred direct the movers where to place everything. He was never good with fashion or anything related, so letting Alfred put the room into a pleasant order was fine with him.

The grounds were huge, and he took his time exploring the outside area as much as possible while Bruce was away during the day. When he was there, he would escort Harry around and tell him about certain areas.

Then one day, Bruce announced that he would be taking Harry to the doctor to check on Tom.

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Bruce used another of his less flashy cars to take Harleen to the doctor. On the way out of the car, he noticed how Harleen seemed to be rather paranoid to be with him. He wanted to kick himself when he realized why. Of course Harleen wouldn't want to catch any attention being seen with him! He was the Prince of Gotham and reporter's just loved taking any pictures of him they could get.

If Harleen was hiding from someone, the last thing he needed was his picture showing up in some tabloid speculating on whether he was having Bruce Wayne's love child. They would just have to make this quick then.

Entering the building, Bruce went to the receptionist to check Harleen in. Going to sit back down, Bruce noticed the nervous hands wringing themselves. He wanted to take those hands and stop them from abusing themselves, but he didn't think the gesture would be appreciated.

"Bruce?" Harleen's voice was filled with anxiety.

"Yes Harleen?"

"Um, you don't mind if I go in alone do you?"

Bruce didn't know why that bothered him. It wasn't as if he had any claims on Harleen or the child he was carrying, but for some reason it hurt that Harleen didn't want Bruce to go in. It was only then that he began to wonder whom the father was. What wizard would be powerful enough to impregnate this wizard?

"No, I don't mind." He muttered back vaguely.

He had proof that this was a male with him now. The blood sample he'd gotten off of Harleen had shown that it wasn't a woman, or even a hermaphrodite. This was indeed a man he was with, a very pregnant one. He wasn't bothered by it, as Harleen was a very nice young man. Bruce just wondered who he'd been with that resulted in the pregnancy and why he was so obviously in hiding.

Even now, he observed discreetly how Harleen's green eyes would check around every so often, as if he expected someone to jump out at him at any given moment.

"Harleen Riddle?" Bruce almost started and Harleen did, at the female voice who called for his companion.

Harleen rose awkwardly, his large stomach making it hard for him to do it gracefully, and walked over to the nurse. He looked over at Bruce and gave a strained smile; Bruce tried to give an encouraging one back. Somehow, he didn't think it was very reassuring.

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Harry walked around the garden of Wayne manor as he simply thought for a while. Tom was progressing well, and the doctor was pleased with how he was taking care of himself. Harry still wasn't sure what he would do after Tom's birth. Should he leave Gotham once he was well enough to perform magic again? If so, where could he possibly go? He knew that the wizarding world would always be on the look out for him. He wondered how long it would take the wizarding world to forget about him and move on. It certainly wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

Sitting down on a bench near some rose bushes, Harry took a deep breath and stretched out his senses. He almost started badly when he felt Her. Gotham. She was vibrant, alive, elegant, and so many other things that jumbled up at once he couldn't even tell anymore. She greeted him eagerly and he tentatively nudged back at the intense enthusiasm he felt from the city's magic.

He felt her try to communicate something, but he wasn't sure what she wanted to tell him. Eventually he felt her tugging, so he cautiously let her take him to where she wanted to lead his magical senses. He gasped as he felt the entire city; so many people, and there were many wizards and witches mixed in! He felt the smile that spread over his face as he continued mapping the city with his magic. He stretched his senses as far as he could and felt a very powerful magic from an old swamp on the out skirts of Gotham.

Harry stopped after awhile of feeling around, deciding that he couldn't risk exhausting himself. He gave a parting nudge to the city's magic as he broke the connection, feeling a reluctant nudge back. It was obvious the magic wanted him to stay longer. Harry just smiled and went into the manor for a nap.

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Bruce growled to himself as he saw the paper. It would seem that his visit to the doctor with Harleen hadn't gone unnoticed, if the picture was any indication. There wasn't anything wrong with the image; he and Harleen weren't touching in any way. The damage was done, however, as what appeared to be an unknown pregnant woman was in the presence of Bruce Wayne. Even if he didn't know Harleen and happened to be approaching the building at the same time as the young man, it would still cause rumors to stir.

He would have to keep the papers away from Harleen, since he didn't want to cause him any undue stress. In the meantime, he would have any doctor's appointments in his home. If he needed to go out with Harleen, then he would have to go as David. He never thought he'd feel grateful for Harleen actually knowing that secret.

Glancing over the paper again, he read the speculation on whether this woman was pregnant with his child or if it was another man's. He was surprised to feel jealousy flare up as he read that. How dare this writer just assume things about Harleen? Who knew how that child had been conceived, but he didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about some powerful wizard sweet-talking the shy young man he'd come to know into spending the night with him.

Every time he'd visited Harleen, he would ask if there was any update with the baby, and if there was he would listen to Harleen speak so softly of the child. He could tell that the young man was already in complete adoration of his unborn son, as Harleen told Bruce he was having a boy. Bruce eventually felt as if he were a part of Harleen and this unborn child's life. He couldn't imagine parting ways with either of them once Harleen gave birth.

The birth was another thing he pondered. How would the young man deliver the baby? Surely there had to be some natural way for the man to deliver his baby, he couldn't imagine that magic would leave it up to a doctor having to cut the child out.

Bruce scoffed at himself for wasting so much time thinking about this. Harleen and his baby weren't Bruce's. He hadn't even approached the smaller man about anything resembling a relationship like that. He didn't even really know who Harleen was yet. There was still so much to learn about this man and he didn't know if he could trust him fully yet.

Bruce rose from his chair and went to suit up. It was time to guard his city.

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Harry was concerned. For the past week he'd barely seen Bruce and every time he asked about the man, Alfred always said he was away at work. That sounded like a bullshite answer if he'd ever heard one, and he'd heard many over the years.

The few times he did see the man, he looked a bit worse for wear. Business didn't usually give people that kind of stiffness in their movements. He seemed almost bruised; Harry wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Bruce Wayne obviously had other bigger secrets at play besides his David Forrestor persona, but Harry would leave it alone for now. Truth always emerged eventually.

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Hope it was worth the long wait. Reviews have been helping tremendously with this story, so I thank everyone who has left one.

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