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Secunda Fortuna	By : angelwarrior1 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 43890 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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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: Unbetaed

Chapter 7:

Bruce Wayne was very unhappy. Harleen wanted to go out. He expressed how restless he felt being in the manor all day, and felt getting out for a bit would do him some good. Bruce was of course anxious about this idea. After all, Harleen was huge at this point and could go into labor at any moment. Harleen had simply rolled his vivid green eyes at Bruce and reasoned that it wouldn't take more than an hour and after that it would be straight home.

So it was that an unhappy Bruce Wayne watched a very pregnant Harleen Riddle be escorted to the limo by one Alfred Pennyworth.

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Things had started out well enough. Harry had left the car and walked about a few department stores with Alfred trailing him. The crowd wasn't too crazy since it was a few days after Christmas. It was when his bloody bladder decided to knock that things went wrong.

He'd gone to the loo with Alfred waiting outside. After relieving his poor bladder he'd left and rejoined Alfred. It was when they were heading to the elevators that chaos reigned down. A blast blew into the ceiling. Alfred dove to protect Harry as Harry ducked down and covered his bulging stomach.

"Ladies and gentlemen if you'll all cooperate and get down on the floor the hostage taking can begin." A lanky man in a purple suit with garish green hair waltzed in like he owned the place.

Harry heard an intake of breath and looked over up to see a pale Alfred.

"Alfred?" Harry whispered.

"It's the Joker. We mustn’t gain his attention Ms. Riddle. The man has no qualms about harming anyone. Pregnant or otherwise."

Harry nodded his understanding and put his head down. No point in getting himself mixed up in any new messes.

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The tumbler rushed down the road, roaring loudly to any in its path to steer clear of it.

Batman frowned as a beeping noise came on, alerting him to a newscast that was all over Gotham. He turned on his screen and his usual frown harshened at what he saw.

'This is Vicki Vale for Gotham Live. I- I'm reporting live from the-'

'Okay enough of that! Hello boys and girls, it's your old pal Joker here! With me is the lovely Vicki and behind me are a bunch of people that are going to die unless Gotham's own Dark Knight can save them!' The mad cackle of Joker went off around the tumbler, crackling from the volume of it.

'Hope you're watching Bats, as this is real important. My clowns have taken each Lacey's store in the city hostage, and in one of those stores are several highly explosive devices. Guess what happens if you don't pick the right store Bats? That's right! Kaboom for all the innocent shoppers in the store.' Batman's eyes widened when he spotted Alfred kneeling protectively over a black haired person in the background.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was Harleen. Batman started locating all the Lacey's department stores in the city when his signal suddenly started going out.

'Ah ah ah! No trying to cheat with your bat-gizmos. Better find that bomb quickly or the store's gonna have a huge blowout!' The insane cackle cut off as Batman turned off the monitor.

"Computer, locate any electrical frequency in the city that could be that of an explosive device, then find the phone number for any Lacey's Department store near that area."

"Searching..."

Batman slowed to the side of the road and waited while the beeping of the search engine went on.

"Match found."

Batman scanned the results and felt triumph grow just the slightest bit.

"Computer, give me the phone directory for Gotham City." He pulled away from the curb with a screech of tires.

While Batman desperately wanted to go to Harleen's location and rescue him, he knew that wasn't a realistic choice for him. He needed to diffuse that bomb. Only after those people were safe, would he be able to go to Harleen.

Unfortunately, he always had to make the difficult choices.

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The waiting was excruciating. Harry felt like there was no time. He was stuck. Stuck in this stand still. The only reason he knew time hadn't really stopped was due to Alfred's harsh breathing above him. The older man was kneeling over him like a shield, ready to block everything that might try to harm him and his unborn child.

The man- the Joker- as Alfred referred to him, was muttering to himself and fiddling with a walkie-talkie in his hand. The news reporter he'd nabbed was sitting nervously with her cameraman at one side of the large entrance. Men with clown masks, who could only be henchmen for the madman keeping them there, were standing guard at all points of the store.

Finally, after what felt like years in the unnaturally tense silence, the Joker's walkie-talkie crackled.

Harry tried to make out what the crackling was saying, but he couldn't hear much of anything.

"What! Whadduya mean it's been turned off!! You were supposed to guard it you incompetent idiots!! RAWRRR!" The Joker was obviously infuriated over something, as he threw the device in his hand across the room and started pacing with jerky movements.

"Always ruining my fun, he is! Well not this time..." The Joker grabbed at his hair as he muttered to himself, then went oddly still.

He looked up and around him at his many hostages and a cruel smile grew on his face. Harry had seen all different types of insanity before, but this was yet one more type to add to the growing list.

It wasn't like Bellatrix exactly, though if he had to compare it with anyone's it would be hers. Bellatrix had always been a wild one, only tamed by her master, Voldemort. She had a love for torture that was clearly brought on by some of her years in Azkaban. Where Joker's cruelty came from Harry didn't know, nor did he wish to find out.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of ambling footsteps.

"Who wants to go for a ride with your old pal Joker, eh? Awww, no one? That's no fun! There has to be someone. I need a guest of honor to help me greet Batsy! Now who's it gonna be. Eeny meeny miny mo..." The man walked around the room pointing at random people in his twisted game as he passed.

A foreboding feeling ran through Harry and suddenly the stress of the situation grew as the Joker came closer. A frown marred the young man's face as warm wetness flowed down his legs. Did he just-

"Catch a tiger by the toe..." Closer.

Horror filled Harry's mind.

"And you are..." Closer.

Harry looked up at Alfred and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He brought his mouth up to Alfred's ear.

"The baby's coming." Harry whispered quietly.

"Not." Closer.

Alfred's wide eyes looked down at his.

"It." Stop.

"Well well, what have we here? Daddy dearest trying to protect his precious daughter perhaps? Well don't worry old man, I'll have her back by curfew! Wait... No, I won't!" A mad cackle spilled from his lips as he grabbed Harry's upper arm and hauled him up.

Harry let out a surprised gasp at the sudden pain the movement brought.

"Please, take me instead. I will go with you willingly." Alfred rose from his kneeling position and tried to approach the Joker, only for one of the man's goons to hit him in the stomach with the butt of his gun.

"Alfred!" Harry yelled in panic at the sight as he was dragged out of the store.

The ride to the Joker's hideout was an intense one for Harry. The man's cackle set him on edge, his nerves taut like a bowstring. It didn't help that the police were giving chase, and that the Joker seemed to think of it as a game to blow up as many obstacles in his path as he could.

"Heee heeee! Look at that explosion! Isn't it just beautiful?" Harry gaped in horror at the police car that was burning as the Joker looked over at him.

"What's wrong doll face, don't like the fireworks?"

Harry settled for simply glaring at the man, rather than responding. The Joker frowned in response and turned back to his twisted game.

"Women." He grumbled, then launched another rocket of colorful death at a group of bystanders on the street as they passed.

The rest of the trip involved Harry trying to ignore the mayhem his kidnapper was causing and listening to the gleeful cackle of the man in front as he caused numerous explosions.

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After he found the bomb's location, he quickly diffused it and hopped back into the tumbler. Turning on his radar, he quickly honed in on Harleen. The young man didn't know it, but the beautiful hair clip he was currently wearing was helping Batman track his location. After a while of following the signal it finally stopped moving. They'd gone to the bell tower apparently. Batman hit the nitro and knew he would never forgive himself if he didn't reach Harleen in time.

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Harry's smart mouth would usually comment on the poor treatment he was receiving, but he was currently too frightened to. He hated this helpless feeling. The mad man had a painful grip on his upper arm and was currently dragging him along up the tower stairs.

The man was going on about random topics, always switching thought trains too fast for Harry to even know what he was talking about.

"So then I told him, that isn't an acid squirting flower, this is!" Harry simply stared as the man cackled out his crazed laugh.

"Sheesh, no sense of humor this one. Remind me to grab a hostage with a funny bone in 'em next time." The Joker said to one of his henchmen.

They finally stopped in a room a few flights under the large bell at the top. The Joker threw Harry down on an old ratty mattress resting in the damp, cold room. Not the best place to bring his Tom into the world. Harry glared at the man's negligent treatment of his person. His arms stayed curled around his stomach protectively, as they had for the entire trip. His contractions were getting worse.

In the car he'd been able to keep quiet mostly due to all the noise the Joker had been making, but in this quiet environment he had no hope of staying silent. He whimpered when a strong wave of pain hit and his captor looked at him with twisted curiosity in his eyes. Harry tried to breath as much as he could as he panicked. The mad man approached him slowly, all the while staring at him. He finally crouched down next to Harry, who wanted nothing more than to flee far away from the look he was giving him.

"Are you in a lot of pain right now?" The man tilted his head like a small child would and waited for Harry's answer.

Harry cautiously nodded as another contraction hit. He couldn't help but clench his eyes shut in pain.

"My father- my father told me that I killed my mother when I left her womb." The scarred man licked his lips and continued.

"Do you think your child will kill you when it comes?"

Harry grit his teeth and sucked in breath through his clenched jaw as much as he could. After the wave passed he lifted his head and shot a look of venom at his captor.

"No, my child will not be killing me as he enters this world."

"A boy then? That'll be interesting to see. I've never actually gotten to see a mother giving birth. Guess that means I can cross this life goal off of my list." The man held an imaginary pen in hand and made an exaggerated motion of crossing something out on an invisible piece of paper.

"List?" Harry breathed, as he tried to keep the psycho talking.

"I have a list of goals in life I'd like to achieve, as any upstanding citizen usually does. Seeing a woman give birth wasn't very high on the list, but any kind of progress is still progress."

"What's your number one?" Harry grit his teeth once more as another wave came.

"My number one, oh my number is special. I don't think I should be telling you that, buuutttt, since you're helping me with my list right now I guess I can tell you. My number one goal in life. Is. To. Kill. The. Bat." He leaned in and whispered the last bit to Harry.

"Killing Batman is your number one? Why that?"

"Why that?! WHY THAT?!" The man slammed his fist down onto the floor near Harry's head, scaring the wits out of him as he tried to keep breathing steadily.

"Why not that?! He's the ultimate pillar of justice, swinging around and stopping every criminal out there he comes across! He's got the power to kill any criminal his finds and what does he do?! He arrests them and sticks them in cages to rot for years and years, until they either escape or they fade into obscurity!" The man jumped up and paced around in a whirl of manic energy, his motions agitated, like a wild animal ready to strike.

"If he did kill criminals, you wouldn't be here right now though." Harry pointed out quietly, not sure if it was a good idea to keep this man talking anymore.

"Do you think I care about that?! I, am an agent of chaos. Chaos is perfect. The way it makes people panic and run around like lost little children. People need order, but I don't. If I plant a bomb next to my bed and sleep in it with the chance that it may go off while I'm sleeping, would I feel it? I might have a dream involving the pain, but would I actually know that I was being blown into a million pieces in my sleep?" The man leapt over to Harry and leaned over him, causing Harry to jump.

"I'm a curious man, you see? Death can happen at any time, but can I challenge the morals of a man at any time? No. I have to set up the scenario first. I can't just go and ask him for a hypothetical answer, do you know why?" He waited for Harry's answer, which was a negative shake of the head.

"Because he would lie, he might not mean to, but he'd give the answer that he had time to think about. That's not realistic, though. When you have a split second to act, no one knows what they'll really do until they just do it." The man stared at Harry with his crazed eyes, and Harry realized this man was even crazier than Bellatrix Lestrange.

At least Bellatrix had had some sense of self preservation, this man obviously didn't care at all what happened to himself, as long as he got satisfaction from the outcome.

"You wanna know how I got these scars?"

Harry just kept trying to breath as he waited for the man to continue his twisted, yet compelling story.

"I bet you're wondering where my curiosity comes from. Well, my father was an extremely curious man. He was curious and he was always happy, but I. Oh, I was alwaayyyss sad. So one day, my father comes home and sees me moping around as usual and he doesn't like that. Not at all. So he takes a blade, puts it in my mouth, like so, and says, 'Why so serious?' He proceeds to cut into the sides of my mouth, and all through the pain I can hear, 'Let's put a smile on that face.' His curiosity was sated after that, and now I'm always smiling. You know, you need to smile more too I think. Much too serious." Harry grabbed around the dirty floor for anything to help him, as the Joker moved the knife over to his mouth.

Just as the crazed man was putting the knife to his mouth a scream went off, echoing throughout the tower.

"Bats in my belfry!" The Joker growled and took off running out of the room, leaving a relieved Harry in his midst.

Harry knew he couldn't stay where he was and began to slowly pick himself up. The pain was unbearable, though, so moving was a slow process. He heard a crash echo, from further up the tower and headed down the stairs as quickly as he could.

He was making good, but slow progress, until he heard the mad cackle from his captor heading his way. Panicking, Harry tried to hurry his pace. He stumbled, and grabbed onto the railing with everything he had to keep from falling.

He gasped as a hand grabbed his long hair and yanked him up into a thin but sturdy chest.

"Is the Bats gonna risk the mother to be and her child, who as we speak is coming into this world?"

"Release her Joker." Harry stared into the cowled eyes of his once savior.

"Still not watching what you say, huh?" Harry shrieked as he was shoved over the railing and began plummeting down the many flights of stairs he'd climbed earlier.

He heard a fluttering of fabric, the hard coils of muscles surrounding his upper chest, the restriction of his lungs as he was jerked to a stop. Finally the feeling of going upwards, rather than down, came and Harry opened his eyes to look up into the face of his once again savior..

"You're alright now. I've got you." The voice rasped in his ear.

Harry released the breath he was holding shakily. They landed on the ground at the top of the tower. The Joker was gone.

"Thank y- AHH!" Harry doubled over as a strong contraction hit.

"What's wrong?!" Batman growled as he held Harry up.

"The baby's coming. NOW!" Harry yelled the last bit, as more pain came.

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There wasn't a lot he could do. They were too far from a hospital, and the baby wasn't waiting anymore. He would have to help Harleen deliver the baby himself. The few books he'd read were the only guide he had. Batman swung Harleen up into his arms and ran down the tower to the room where the old mattress Harleen mentioned was. It wasn't the most sanitary place, but it was the only place that would do at the moment. Harleen breathed harshly as he ran into the room to the mattress. He set Harleen down on his feet and held onto his waist to hold him up.

Taking his cape off, he laid it down over the filthy bedding. He helped Harleen down onto the bed.

Batman helped to position Harleen in what the young man deemed comfortable. The pregnant man was tense.

"Relax, I'm here with you. Just breath."

"You should know something about me." Harleen panted through harsh breaths.

"I already know what you are." Batman growled out softly as he pulled some pieces of clothe out from his utility belt.

"Wha- How'd you know?" Harleen gasped out in panic.

"Deep breaths, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help."

After that talking consisted of Batman encouraging Harleen to breath and push when the time came. He'd wondered how the young man was going to deliver, and he finally found out how. Apparently, the young man's anal passage served as the birth canal. Batman could only guess that Harleen's magic made it into a temporary birth canal so Harleen wouldn't have to be cut open.

The birth seemed to take forever, but really, only a few hours went by.

Tom Riddle was born around 4 A.M. on December 31st.

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Harry drifted in and out of sleep once his Tom was secured in his arms. Batman was holding him, and he could feel his sure footsteps carry him down the stairway of the bell tower. It was a wonder the police hadn't shown up, but apparently they were still too busy dealing with the near bombing of the department store.

He felt himself being placed into what could only be Batman's vehicle. Something warm was placed over him and Tom, he supposed it was a blanket. Then movement, fast smooth movement. Sleep.

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Batman ran up from the Batcave with Harleen and the baby boy in the young man's arms. He bellowed for Alfred and finally slowed at the first guest room he saw. Placing the sleeping man down, he took the bloody blanket from the pair and laid a fresh one over them.

"You called Mast- Good lord! Is he alright?!"

"Call Harleen's doctor Alfred, then stay with him. I need to change."

"Of course, Master Wayne." Alfred pulled out a cell phone and hurriedly called Harleen's doctor.

Batman left and transformed into Bruce Wayne once more.

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"Well Ms. Riddle, you and Tom are certainly lucky that Batman was around to help you give birth."

"Harleen?! I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help!" Bruce rushed into the room and was at Harleen's bedside in an instant.

"It's okay Bruce. We're fine."

"How is he?" Bruce looked to the doctor, who smiled at the concern the billionaire was showing.

"Just fine, little Tom here is perfectly healthy. Weighed in at 8 pounds 5 ounces."

"Thank you doctor." Bruce breathed a sigh of genuine relief.

"Well, I'm done here for the day. I'll come back tomorrow to check on the two of you." The doctor smiled at Harleen and baby Tom, then spared a parting one to Bruce as she left.

"I'm so sorry I didn't go with you." Bruce spoke softly as he pulled a chair up to Harleen's bedside.

"It's okay Bruce, I don't expect you to be with me every time I go somewhere. Bruce, I'd like you to meet Tom Riddle." Harleen pulled the blanket wrapped around Tom away so Bruce could see the baby's face.

"He's beautiful." Bruce looked in wonder at the tiny little being he'd helped to bring into the world.

There was so much stress while he had been helping that he hadn't appreciated the results. Now he could. Harleen was safe, alive. Harleen's baby- Tom- was born, healthy. They were alright.

They were all alright.

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Before people start asking, no this isn't the end of the story. There's still more plot to go before it's over. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and well wishers. I've been feeling a little better, but what I have is a condition so it's more me having to manage it than just getting better. Some days good, some bad. All your support has been so wonderful, really. I've lost my beta, I won't bother asking for a new one. That being revealed, if you spot any glaring errors that need to be fixed, let me know. As always, review!

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