[Western Crossover] Politely Declining a Walking Lightbulb as My Night Patrol Partner

[Playboy Chairman X Global Top-Tier Star] [Dark Knight X Elven Prince] Harper Lunando, the global superstar hailed as the God of Music, chose Gotham as the opening stop of this year's tour. He announced that he would donate all proceeds from his first Gotham show to the city's charities. A philanthropist. A good person. Bruce prepared a welcome banquet for this good person. Then, on the night patrol the day before the banquet, he found a glowing lightbulb on the street. Ah, so it wasn't human after all. A kind extraterrestrial being wasn't beyond the pale. He'd already accepted a Kryptonian as his partner, so welcoming a lightbulb alien would be no problem at all. An elf... an elf... Not a lightbulb alien! Who says that anyone from beyond the stars has to be an alien! “You're a hero,” the elf said, surrounded by holy light. “I am the night! I am vengeance, I am, ” The Dark Knight, who had been on the scene for less than two years, protested. Damn it, he was using fear and violence to deter crime! What hero? He wasn't a hero! The embodiment of the night was way cooler than a hero! “A hero,” the elf said, sparkling brightly. “May I join you?” “No.” The embodiment of the night refused with a cold expression. “What if I were a criminal?” the elf persisted. “You're not.” The Avenger had investigated Harper Lunando. He was a spotless singer who had never even gotten a speeding ticket, and when he wasn't performing or working in the studio, he was doing charity work. “But I've killed people, set fires, robbed people, stolen children, and started wars,” the elf said in all seriousness beneath his sacred radiance, listing one serious crime after another. “...Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” Bruce was genuinely worried that the superstar was mentally ill. “I am Maglor Feanorion,” the elf said solemnly. Ah, so he'd gotten too deeply into character. Harper Lunando wrote musicals himself, and he'd played Maglor Feanorion, an elf who had killed people, set fires, robbed people, stolen children, and started wars. “Go see a therapist when you get back,” Bruce said with concern. Wait. Maglor was an elf. Harper was an elf. Maglor had a captivating voice. Harper had a captivating voice. After comparing the evidence, Bruce confirmed that “Harper = Maglor” was just as true as “Gotham's sweetheart = the Dark Knight.” “Can I imitate a hero now? I want to prove I've turned over a new leaf.” Bat: ... “Reform properly, and become a good elf again.” Absolutely no going on patrol with a giant lightbulb! DC X The Silmarillion. Batman is based on the TAS version: a cute young Bruce, just one year into his career, still very, very green. A younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger-younger pairing. Maglor is already over ten thousand years old, so don't read if that bothers you. The younger heroes have relatively few scenes. They won't appear until the middle or later parts of the story and the extras. In simple terms, it's Dark Knight X Elven Prince. There's a height difference: Bruce is 188 cm, Maglor is 200 cm. Bruce is bigger-built than Maglor: Bruce is a perfectly muscled young man weighing 200 pounds, while Maglor is an ancient elf of zero weight, light as a feather, with a tall, slender build. Romantic comedy. Please don't overanalyze the details. Theme: Fear not the dark.