A/N: This story is done, but the tale is not yet complete. What follows is, well lets call it a 'post-credits teaser' for the sequel which is called Toppling Heroes, and which can be found on my author's page. If you've enjoyed Kicking Gotham, I hope you'll enjoy Toppling Heroes too!


Harry was shuffling his way slowly, reluctantly, to bed after a long and boring day of paperwork. It seemed that every passing month sapped more and more excitement from the job and now he was about to head to bed. Falling asleep wasn't a problem, but it made tomorrow come all the sooner, and there was nothing to say that tomorrow would be any more interesting than today.

Then, as he set his foot on the first step of the stairs to his bedroom, a voice issued from the living room, just off the corridor.

"Mr. Potter?" it asked tentatively. "Hello?"

A glance down at what the robe and slipper ensemble he was currently wearing was followed by a shrug of indifference. Whoever it was was Floo-calling him at home, at —he glanced at the grandfather clock at the end of the hall— just gone midnight. Either they knew what to expect, or they were in need of a bit of a shock anyway.

"Mr. Potter!" the voice shouted, the words magically amplified to echo throughout the entire house.

"Oh, shut up," said Harry wearily as he started shuffling in the direction of the living room. "I'm bloody coming!" he shouted back.

"Oh, Mr. Potter. It's you," said the head in the fire.

Harry had to resist the urge to ask him who exactly he was expecting to find in Harry's house at this time of night. Instead, he said: "In the flesh. What's so important that it couldn't wait until morning?"

"There's been an attack at the British Museum, sir," said the head, speaking rapidly. "Superman is involved, and Mr. Gudgeon detected dark magic residue from at least one of the spells and, well, it's all rather high profile…"

That certainly didn't sound good. "Okay, I understand. Give me a few minutes to get myself dressed for business, and I'll be right over. Do not interfere with the dark magic, do you understand?"

"Yessir," said the head, nodding rapidly enough to displace a little of the ash in the fireplace. "I'll pass it on."

Then, without so much as a good-bye, the head was gone. Harry stared at the empty fireplace for a moment before he made his way quickly to the door and headed upstairs to get dressed.

Perhaps tomorrow would be more interesting after all.

A/N: Like this story, Toppling Heroes has been pre-written and merely needs to undergo editing, so I will be following a regular weekly update rate for it.

Hopefully I'll see you on the flip-side!