Harry Potter, the son of Bruce Wayne

Harry's friends/family living in Gotham

Harry was in a room where it is sound proof and he was meditating to sort out his mind and clear it as he needs to keep them strong to keep people out of his head, though Megan is welcomed to link his mind to others for missions only as they will need to talk without anyone hearing them at all. Harry landed with a thump in a dusty room with only a small cot against one wall.

He knew where this was; it was his cupboard under the stairs. He had to be in his mind, there was no way the cupboard was actually this large. Pushing at the door, it swung open revealing a long hallway filled with different doors.

If this was his mind than this was the representation of how he had his mind organized. Wandering forward he reached to open the first door, noting the peeling paint and tarnished knob.

Inside was the second bedroom at the Dursley's. The room was stacked floor to ceiling with broken toys and junk. Picking up a small broken top, Harry watched as the memory played out before him.

The memory of carefully playing with the broken toy for one glorious afternoon before Dudley saw it and told his parents was at least a mostly good one.

He was tempted to leave the room as it was but if he was going to organize his mind than he needed to start from the bottom up. Concentrating, the room slowly expanded revealing lines of wooden shelves where the items could be stacked and labeled. The hardest part of working through the items was that he relived each abuse and punishment as he moved the junk to the shelves.

He forced himself to keep moving, picking up the next object and watching the next memory. He was emotionally drained and exhausted when he finally moved away from the now clean room and to the next door. The next room was a massive library with papers and books strewn over every surface. It would take days to clean up.

Harry left this room as it was for now; he would have to come back tomorrow night when he was meditating. There was a door for his memories of his childhood when he was not at the Dursley's and another for his memories outside of book knowledge from Hogwarts.

The other rooms were for major players in his life; Harry thought it was rather ironic that both Voldemort and Dumbledore had their own doors.

Rubbing at the tear streaks covering his face, Harry stumbled out of the room and into the washroom. He washed his face and used the bathroom before heading to bed to get some sleep.

He felt utterly wrung out and beaten. The next morning, he stumbled from bed when his alarm went off and went to take a long shower. His dreams had been full of bad memories and incidents that he'd previously forgotten.

It made for a bad night's sleep, but Harry had managed on less. He got dressed quickly and gathered his notes and papers needed for his research as his friends, all of them, have finished Hogwarts and Bruce is bringing them to Gotham to live here as they want to be near Harry more and help him out as much as possible.

Both Fred and George had done a Prank shop in Diagon Ally with a teleporter to their next shop which was in France where Fleur Delacour lives with a family member of hers looking after the shop there for them with another teleporter to their third shop which would be in Gotham Magical Section making Harry happy.

The fourth and final shop was in Romania where a friend of Charles Weasley's, who loves to do pranks, will look after the place making Harry to wonder how their parents feel about their children all moving to Gotham to be with Harry before making his way down to breakfast.

"Good morning, Harry. Did you not sleep well, child? You look pale." Black Canary asked as he took his seat, watching him from the large kitchen as she cooks breakfast across from his seat on the island in the kitchen as he looks really tired and looks like he was crying.