Author's Note: Hi everyone, I'd like to say thanks to those of you who have read 'Harry Isley' and hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Regrettably I am here to inform you all that I have decided to discontinue the series.

But wait! There's good news!

The reason I've decided to discontinue this series is because I've decide to re-write the entire thing. The reason behind this is that most of it was wrote in a rush to get the ideas down, get a few laughs and experiment with what works.

Hopefully the re-write will be an improvement. There will be more detail about Harry's life in Gotham, as well as more detail in general. He'll still be quite powerful, albeit not quite as much along with some of his weaknesses being revealed sooner than anticipated.

There will be additional scenes, more from the point of view from the other characters, some changes in the details and minimal (if any) character bashing, some can do it well but I can't. There will still be some (hopefully) humorous parts in it.

The chapters will be most likely be longer, meaning that updates will probably be slower (not mention that I have college work to do.)

Once again I'd like to say thanks to those of you who have read 'Harry Isley', hope you have enjoyed it and that the re-write will be an improvement.


For those of you interested, here's a little sneak-peak as to what's coming in the re-write:

It was a dark night, and an exhausted and slightly bloody and beaten, 13 old, Batgirl was currently sat down leaning against a wall in the office-cabin of the construction site. Sitting next to her was a nine year old Deadly Nightshade, who was breathing heavily while holding his ribs gently and bleeding profusely from his right shoulder. Turning towards him, Batgirl tore off a strip of her cape and began to bandage his shoulder, when she was done she spoke to him in a hushed voice,

"Do you think he's gone?"

"Let's hope so."

A few seconds of silence pass before being shattered by the loud crash that came from the door, the force of the impact forcing the door off of its hinges, sending it flying past the children and embedding it into the wall. Standing in the door way was a man that was at least seven feet tall and a body that seemed as hard as stone, he spoke to them in a deep and rasping voice as he focused his remaining eye on them,

" 'Fraid not kiddies."

as he stepped inside the office-cabin shook due to his weight entering, he flexed his clawed hand before advanced towards them,

"Tick-Tock, here comes the Croc."


I hope that those of you who read it enjoyed the sneak-peak and that they enjoy the full version when it comes out.