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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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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 Note: So, I got a weird review from someone I thought I'd address. This reviewer claimed I was putting political views into my story by projecting a pro-life stance onto Harry. First off, I love how this reviewer assumes what my political view on abortion is, which is thus; I don't give a shit whether you keep your baby or not. Second off, if Harry had an abortion that would be the end of the story. He would have no reason to run from the wizarding world, and he sure as hell wouldn't be meeting Batman. Thirdly, Harry would be OOC if he offed his kid in the womb. As far as I'm concerned, Harry's always craved a family since he was a child, and I'm sure he's tired of death hanging around him. So from my point of view, he wouldn't kill his baby growing inside of him. There you have it, I don't care about whether someone chooses to have their baby or not, it's their decision. Next time one of you reviewers out there think you can judge my political views based on a piece of fiction I write, just pause for a moment and think. To be an author means you need to be able to break away from what you personally think, and try to think like the characters you're portraying. That's my goal, so don't assume to know my personal thoughts. Or I'll just tell you to fuck off.

Beta: Unbetaed

Chapter 8:

It was odd, having a baby in the manor. Harleen spent the next couple of weeks resting and recovering from the birth, and the new baby, Tom, was... well. He was an odd baby. Too quiet, hardly made a fuss. Bruce wasn't sure what it was about the child, but he felt a bit wary of it. Harleen, of course was a wonderful mother, as Bruce knew the young man would be. Harleen fed the child with formula, for obvious reasons, though Harleen just made the excuse that he'd rather not breast feed.

Bruce wondered how long the charade would last, but knew he couldn't let on his knowledge of Harleen's secret without revealing his own. Alfred shared his own concerns over Tom's oddities, but it was obvious that Alfred loved having a baby in the manor. Harleen was most kind in letting Alfred hold Tom and spending a little time with the child. There was one other thing that Bruce had noticed right away. The baby stared at people. It was rather unnerving, having those dark blue newborn eyes staring at you as you held the child. Bruce wasn't able to hold the child long before giving it back to Harleen. Perhaps he was just being overly paranoid, though he never believed in being too paranoid, but Tom was not at all what Bruce had planned on.

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Harry knew that Tom's behavior was strange for a newborn, but he'd known ahead of time that there was a good chance that Tom wouldn't be a normal baby. He was glad he didn't hold on to any unrealistic expectations, as Tom was peculiar. He didn't cry at all, just made this quiet huffing noise with the occasional whimper. It was like he knew not to cry. It worried Harry a bit. Would Tom remember things from his former life? If he did, would he trust Harry enough to come to him? Harry wasn't sure, but he hoped he would be able to give Tom the kind of childhood that would make a difference. It was a huge risk, giving birth to someone as intelligent and powerful as Tom. Someone who'd used those gifts to hurt others. Harry could only hope that this time things would be different.

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It was another typical day at Wayne Enterprises, the usual meetings where he pretended to be asleep, the usual time spent with Lucius actually getting something done. It was all normal, until his secretary let him know that a young woman was there to see him.

He knew he didn't have any appointments with any women, so he could only assume it was a disgruntled fling from the time before he'd met Harleen. He really hoped it wasn't.

The door to his office opened, letting in a very attractive red head. If he wasn't so interested in Harleen, this woman would certainly be one he'd consider chatting up.

"I hope I'm not intruding, Mr. Wayne." The darkly seductive voice rang clear and sultry in the air of the office.

"Not at all, miss...?" Bruce gave his usual charming grin reserved only for the opposite sex, with Harleen recently added to the list.

"Pamela Isley. I'm a botanist with Che Jera Pharmaceuticals." The woman smiled with her full red lips.

"Okay, and what can I do for you, Ms. Isley?"

"I'm here to discuss some of the latest products I've been developing and how I think they may be beneficial to your company, Mr. Wayne." Bruce wasn't sure what it was about Pamela Isley, but alarm bells were going off in his head.

"I'm not sure how any of your company's products could be beneficial to mine, Ms. Isley."

"Oh, but they are! Why, take-" Isley began only to be cut off.

"As it is, I'm not the one to handle this kind of business. If you're truly serious about this, you'll need to speak to Lucius Fox, President of Wayne Enterprises."

"Of course, how silly of me. You're obviously too busy to be dealing with this kind of thing. I'll just be on my way." Isley turned to leave, when she suddenly stopped to view her reflection in the tinted window near the door.

"Oh dear, do you mind if I powder my nose real quick?"

"Not at all." Bruce turned and made his way back to his desk to shuffle some paperwork.

He startled and spun back when Isley's voice sounded far too close for comfort.

"Mr. Wayne." He stared into the red head's forest green eyes, subconsciously comparing them to Harleen's and finding them lacking.

A cloud of powder suddenly found it's way into his breathing space, forcing him to cough violently.

"Now, Bruce, what were you saying about me having to leave?" Isley's lips formed a malicious smile as she watched her mind altering powder go to work.

It was one of her earlier creations, an experiment really. One that benefited her when dealing with the opposite sex. She was surprised she'd had to use it on Wayne, but she always came prepared. The drug would drive him mad with lust, eventually leading to death. His system would be in a constant state of hyper awareness until the lust was sated. Whoever he lusted after most would be all he could think about, and since he was a single playboy, he would obviously lust after her. After all, Pamela Isley was well aware of how men's heads turned at the briefest glance of her. Bruce Wayne was no different.

"Bruce, listen carefully now. I want you to-" Pamela's lips whispered seductively into the dazed Bruce Wayne's ear, but before she could finish with her instructions, the door to Bruce's office opened.

"Mr. Wayne, I've come to take you home for the day. You still have that appointment with the doctor regarding Ms. Riddle." Isley was infuriated to see that Bruce's attention suddenly shifted to the older man standing in the doorway.

"Coming, Alfred." Bruce replied in a dazed voice.

Alfred was offering to take Bruce home, and Bruce knew that home meant Harleen being there. He needed to see Harleen. Beautiful Harleen.

Bruce walked around Isley like he didn't even see her and followed Alfred out of the building, leaving a silently raging Pamela Isley behind.

During the car ride back to the manor, Alfred repeatedly asked if Bruce was okay. Bruce became a little more energetic and reassured Alfred that he was fine. Bruce did seem much better by the time they'd arrived back at the manor, so Alfred left him to it and tended to other business.

As Bruce entered his home, he couldn't help but feel oddly restless, like there was something he should be doing, but he couldn't seem to remember. He wandered around the manor a bit, until he came across his lovely house guest, Harleen. That's who he had been looking for. Harleen's hair was all waves and inky black silk, as Bruce watched the young man hold his child.

He felt like heat had suddenly entered his blood stream, heartbeat speeding up, and sweat prickling at his brow. Fire coiling low in his belly. He want, no, needed, Harleen in that moment. It was like everything around him narrowed down to the young man standing before him. He began heading straight for Harleen.

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Harry smiled softly as he held Tom in his arms. Tom stared up at him with his big, deep blue eyes. He knew they would change in color, though he wasn't sure what color they would eventually take. The Tom Riddle from the diary had eyes that were a dark hunter green, they would look nice for his little Tom.

Harry hummed a bit to the staring baby, rocking the silent child slightly. He wasn't worried too much about Tom's odd behavior, as the entire situation with Tom was so far from normal it wasn't funny. He would do his best to help Tom become a great young man, and hopefully the world wouldn't be endangered from the genius a second time.

Harry was pulled from his musings when he heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching. He turned and found Bruce very close to him. In fact, if he hadn't had Tom in his arms, he would've been flush against Bruce.

"Bruce?" His voice came out soft, questioning, as he searched Bruce's intense gaze.

Something was wrong here. Bruce felt different. There was intensity he hadn't seen in the man before, predatory-like. Harry had no problem imagining himself as the prey. Anxiety flooded through Harry. What was going on here?

"Bruce? Are you alright?" Harry's arms tightened slightly around Tom, hugging the baby as close to himself as possible.

Bruce still hadn't answered, and Harry knew something was wrong when he noticed the sweat at the man's forehead, the labored breathing, and the dilated eyes. He was just standing there, staring at Harry.

Harry finally backed up, causing Bruce to suddenly move. He wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him as close as he could with Tom between them. Harry grew fearful at that, Bruce seemed to only be focusing on Harry. It was like he didn't even notice Tom was there. What if he crushed Tom?

"Bruce, please. You'll hurt Tom if you keep squeezing us that tight." Harry pleaded.

"Harleen." Harry looked up when the growling of his name was uttered.

Why did that voice sound familiar? Harry jumped when Bruce's face was suddenly buried in the crook of his neck. The sound of inhaling through nostrils reached his ears and Harry realized Bruce was sniffing him. He squirmed, uncomfortable with the close proximity, and almost squeaked when he felt a warmness on his neck. Did Bruce just lick his neck?!

"Uh! Bruce, um, you need to stop now. I- I think there's something wrong with you. We should get you to bed, then I can have Alfred call the doctor for you."

The only reply to this suggestion was a nibble to his neck, and Harry found himself biting his bottom lip to keep quiet. It felt absurdly nice, considering the situation. Harry was very tempted to just let go and let Bruce keep going, but he was holding Tom for Merlin's sake! He had to find a way to get through to Bruce.

The labored breathing, light sweating, and dilated eyes, all suggested he was drugged, but with what? Then there was the whole jumping Harry and basically assaulting him thing. Harry was rather reluctant to label it assault though, as he would have no problem doing this if Bruce wasn't so obviously drugged out if his mind. A lust spell perhaps? No, Harry would've felt the odd magic on Bruce the moment he felt the man's spark enter the manor. It must have been a drug then, but who would drug Bruce Wayne and just let him go like that? He could only imagine it was a female that drugged Bruce, perhaps with the idea of becoming impregnated with the man's child.

Harry found that idea infuriating, but he ignored his personal feelings on the matter and kept thinking. He wasn't sure why the man was there, but it was a certainty that he wouldn't stop unless subdued. With that thought in mind, Harry formed a plan that he hoped would work.

"Bruce." Harry lowered his voice into what he hoped sounded like something inviting and waited to see how Bruce would react.

Harry wanted to smile in triumph when Bruce's head lifted to look at him, but he kept his face open. He smiled warmly at Bruce, and watched as the man's eyes drew to his lips. Feeling emboldened by the reaction he was getting, he tilted his head back slightly to gaze at Bruce better.

"Bruce, do you want me?" Harry's heart felt like it would burst from his chest and start running, as he asked that question.

What was he doing?! He was seducing his host! Harry really hoped Bruce wouldn't remember any of this. He'd never seduced anyone in his life, so he was pretty damn sure this was the most terribly laughable seduction Bruce Wayne had ever encountered. If the man did remember this, Harry was sure he'd get a good laugh out of the whole thing. Harry forced his eyes to remain locked with Bruce's.

"Yes." Bruce's face was close to Harry's, their breaths intermingling into each other.

Harry felt warmth spread through his being. He didn't have to pretend to want this man, to need him. Their lips shared the barest hint of joining, before Harry moved in for the kill.

"Then let me put my baby to bed, Bruce. After that, I'm all yours. No one to interrupt us. Just you. And me." Harry whispered lowly into Bruce's breath, keeping that almost connection there.

He pulled back to look into Bruce's eyes, let the man see that he wanted him just as much as Bruce wanted him. His victory came in the form of Bruce's eyes showing that he accepted Harry's proposal. Harry stepped out of Bruce's now loosened hold and began backing slowly towards the staircase, Bruce shadowing his every step. The trip to Tom's nursery took longer than usual, as Harry refused to let his eyes drop from Bruce's. Finally, he tore his gaze from Bruce to put Tom down, smiling reassuringly at the still staring child.

Tom hadn't made a single noise during the whole encounter, it was like he knew there was danger in the air.

When Harry turned back from Tom's crib, he found his body pulled to Bruce's by his upper arms, lips suddenly crushed to another's. Harry gasped in surprise and the man holding him so desperately wasted no time in sweeping his tongue into his mouth. It was like Bruce was trying to wipe out all the noises himself with his tongue, as he dominated Harry's mouth completely.

Harry felt like his knees were suddenly turned to limp noodles, and only Bruce's strong hold on his arms held him up. The kiss lasted until Harry felt light headed, he finally ripped away from Bruce's insistent mouth and gasped in deep breaths of air.

"Bruce. Your bedroom. Now." Harry barely managed to pant out as Bruce growled and started dragging Harry out of the room.

Harry wasn't to be manhandled, though, as he got loose from Bruce's hold and began luring the man the rest of the way to his room. He could tell that Bruce was growing impatient as Harry kept dodging the man's attempts to grab him. The blue eyes flashed with hunger when Harry gave the man a small smirk in victory as they finally reached the door to his room. Harry really should have seen it coming when the man lunged at him and trapped him against the wall next to the door.

Lips reclaimed his once more and Harry let them explore his mouth for a few moments before struggling to pull back.

"Bruce, your bed." Harry breathed against Bruce's lips.

Bruce didn't pull away, but he did loosen his hold and let Harry pull him into the room. Harry kicked the door closed and dragged Bruce over to the bed.

Next would be the tricky part. While Harry didn't have full access to his magic back, he had a little trickle going that he could feel would work. If he could let it pool long enough, it should in theory let him cast a very small spell. He'd thought of the solution to subduing Bruce downstairs, and had already begun to let his magic gather while luring Bruce up to Tom's room. The kisses had broken his concentration a bit, though, so he'd had to gather some of the magic he'd lost during the interruption. The man really knew how to kiss.

His thought process was broken when his body was pulled against a hard, toned body. Really, the man was ridiculously fit, and Harry would be lying if he didn't admit at least to himself that he was sorely tempted to just let this man take him. It was hard having such strong morals sometimes.

Harry squeaked into Bruce's mouth when the man's hands grabbed his ass, lifted him, and suddenly threw him onto the bed. The breath left Harry as the world readjusted itself, finally letting him see Bruce climb up onto him. Harry was panting at that point, waiting as Bruce moved his body slowly up, rubbing against his. It was with agonizing slowness that Bruce finally laid out on top of him and began kissing at his neck and jaw. Harry tried to continue pooling more of his magic, waiting until he knew he'd have his one shot at casting the spell. In his inattentive state, he never expected hands to grab his legs and wrap them around a firm waist. He gasped and opened his eyes, only to see Bruce's there, staring into his. Harry was embarrassed to hear a moan come from his throat as Bruce rocked their hips together. Surely Bruce didn't understand what was going on, if he did he would know that what he was rocking against was another man!

Harry just shut his eyes and thrust his hips up into Bruce's, causing the man to growl and attack his mouth, thrusting his tongue in time with his hips. Harry kept his eyes closed as he moved his hands up into Bruce's hair and kissed back like it was the last kiss they would ever share, because in all likelihood, it probably was. He helped temper the kiss into something slow and just poured his feelings for the man into the kiss, then he released his magic through his hands into Bruce's head, casting a silent Stupefy. The weight of Bruce fell onto Harry, the man unconscious.

Harry wanted to cry at the unfairness of it all, instead he just rolled Bruce off of him and made him comfortable in the bed. He called Alfred in and explained what he could of the situation, expressing his concerns that Bruce hadn't been acting like himself. Alfred called in Lucius Fox, which confused Harry. Why Fox and not the man's doctor?

He found himself being ushered out of the room and ended up waiting in Tom's. Oddly enough, he found Tom awake, he likely had been the entire time. Harry just smiled at Tom and picked him up.

"Hey Tom, sorry if I gave you a scare, little love. Bruce is just sick right now, but he's got someone looking at him now to see what the problem is. Hopefully he'll be right as rain soon, eh?" Tom, having no reply, just watched Harry as he spoke.

Harry just chuckled in response to the silence and kissed Tom's fine baby cheek. He sighed as he rubbed his cheek against his baby's. He waited the rest of the time in silence with Tom.

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Sorry for the long wait, it's been like writer's block left and right lately. Hopefully I'll be able to get back in the flow for writing this. Thanks for all the amazing reviews and feedback everyone.

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