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The Truth Behind His Life	By : Strailo Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - General Views: 13914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Truth Behind His Life
Fandom: Batman/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Barbra, Dick
Part: 12
Word count: 1,333
AN: Figured I’d get this up and done with before I crashed out here hard and since I may just stay off tomorrow. Enjoy.
graypheonix85: It was started as something to practice my writing but kind of ended up growing on me. I have since (mostly) edited it to read a bit better. And I waited to update this one up until a couple of weeks ago due to the fact that I wanted to do a full edit, finish writing it and posting the last of the other chapters on other stories. I hope that are continuing to read and enjoy.
Jujukitty: I hopefully fixed those problems. When I first posted these, I didn't really have time per say to fix things before I uploaded them so things tended to slip through the cracks. As I told graypheonix85, I hope that you are continuing to read and enjoy this story. :3
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Sitting across from Barbra, Dick sipped at his coffee, waiting for the red head before him to start her interrogation. She had been badgered him into coming out with her so they could ‘talk’ and had told him to leave Xander behind. Not that the cross dresser minded all that much, having been planning on watching a marathon of Star Trek followed by watching the newest shows that had caught his attention.
“So, you might as well ask me what you want to ask,” he finally said, nodding to the waitress when she refreshed his coffee without prompting. “Thank you.”
The two watched her walk away before Barbra looked to Dick again. “Who the fuck is Xander? I mean really.” The question didn’t surprise him one bit as he poured a tiny thing of flavored creamer into his coffee.
“He’s Alexander Harris, Sunnydale resident turned Gotham resident and my roommate, Barbra,” Dick replied, meeting her eyes with his own as he smirked.
“Don’t yank me around about this shit, Dick Grayson. I can’t find shit about him outside of his school records, tax records and other extremely plain records,” Barbra snorted, jabbing a spoon at him.
“Than you have already found everything out about him that is there,” Dick said. “At least if that’s what you’re saying.”
“It’s like everything about him has disappeared into a black hole,” she complained, slapping a file down onto the counter. “On top of that, he doesn’t even look like he used to,” she complained, flipping the file open to show him a picture of Xander. The short hair and lanky body hidden by horrible clothes were recognizable. So were the giant chocolate eyes that gazed out from over full lips. He had to admit his glamour had been close to what he really looked like.
“Looks like he usually does. He just dresses in skirts and dresses and has long hair now,” he said, smiling at his friend, shrugging.
“Usually does? Bull,” Barbra snorted, folding her arms as Dick drank from his coffee cup, gazing at her from over the rim. “He’s shorter, slimmer. It’s almost as he was using all sorts of things to hide his true looks.”
“He’s the same height and size as he was in Sunnydale, he just holds himself different and dresses differently, Barbra,” Dick said after a few minutes of looking at her with a searching gaze. “I’m really curious as to why you and Bruce are so hot to think Xander is a bad guy when he’s not.”
“He lives with you, Dick. How the hell do you keep your night job a secret huh?” she hissed, eyes narrowing.
“Didn’t Bruce tell you? Xander already knows. He actually put it together all on his own, when we were first corresponding,” was the bored reply. “Put the information out there about us together with the pictures, called me and chewed me out for getting hurt against Killer Croc.”
“Why didn’t you tell us? We could have done damage control,” Barbra yelped before looking around to make sure no one was paying any attention to them. Dick snorted and shook his head.
“So you could go and try to intimidate a teenager in a town that makes Gotham seem like a playground? I don’t think so,” Dick stated. “Oh yeah, you would have been laughed out of Sunnydale if you didn’t end up dead. Have you looked at the stats for that town?”
“Not really,” Barbra admitted, Dick reaching out to flip to the stats that he knew was in the file. Pointing to them, he sat back as she read over the statistics, blanching at just how high they were, starting from the day the population had grown to over 100 people. It looked as if the death toll had fallen about the time that Xander had started going to his sophomore year of high school. “How the fuck did he survive?” Barbra asked, voice breathless with her shock.
“He called his graduating class the highest amount graduating. They unfortunately did lose about 14 classmates during the gas explosion,” Dick stated, eyes thoughtful as he gazed out of the windows. “He himself walked away with a majorly sprained ankle and his wrist that healed just before he got here. Lost a possible boyfriend in that explosion to,” he told his friend, Barbra gazing at him with a horrified expression. “He’s like anyone who has lived there for over a year, Barbra. His survival extinct would scare Batman, and the Bat family holds nothing against the people he had gone against just to survive.”
“But…why can’t I find any of this information? Where is it?” she hissed, leaning forward, her eyes dark and flashing.
“You looked up Xander, so you got the files that were his,” Dick pointed out as he put his coffee cup aside, their food arriving. “You didn’t search out Sunnydale and all the possible information connected to him. Like I told Bruce, it’s there. All you have to do is stop expecting it to fall into your lap. You both aren’t looking, aren’t seeing what’s right there.”
“Bruce said that he wouldn’t talk,” Barbra told him, pulling apart her hamburger to put it back together the way she wanted it.
“Because he demanded answers like he usually does,” Dick said as he spread some ketchup onto his own burger, removing the red onion off of it. “Xander would happily tell him once he tells someone that information. He won’t talk until then. I know because I put things together from what he told me and our talk after the ball that Joker had crashed. We talk because I came prepared with information.”
“Why is he so damn willing to talk with you?” Barbra grumped, biting into her burger as she glared at Dick. The man just smiled and chewed on his own bite, eyebrow raised.
“Because I respect the fact that what he has seen would make all of the villains we go against seem like puppy dogs,” Dick said, waving a fry at her. “I respect the fact that he knows things that would give you nightmares for the rest of your life.”
“And we don’t,” Barbra said, the two falling quiet as they ate their lunch. She was thinking about what she did know and didn’t know about one Alexander LaVelle Harris. She wondered also if she truly knew her friend, knew his likes and dislikes.
Dick on the other hand was thinking about how Bruce and Barbra both were going over board with trying to figure out who Xander was. The cross dresser didn’t talk about himself often, granted, but he didn’t hide who he was or had been at one time. He was smart, and he knew how to say something without saying anything at all, a talent that drove those who never got close to him crazy.
Looking at Barbra, he chewed a fry and contemplated his friend as she picked at her food. Dick had a feeling that she was trying to figure out just what he meant by seeing for once. Her and Bruce both would have conniption fits if they knew about the supernatural and paranormal world. Granted, they went up against some of the freakiest people out there, but most of that was genetic mutation and not paranormal happenings.
Shaking the thought away, he finished his lunch and coffee before wiping his hands off on a napkin. Barbra finished her own lunch and signaled the waitress for the check. “I’m gonna head for home, Barbra. I think you have a lot to think about, especially about what I said about seeing,” Dick told her, laying out his half of the check, staring at her with a smile.
“Yeah, I suppose so. I’ll call you soon,” Barbra replied, watching as Dick stood and left, leaving her with a spinning mind and even more questions running around in her head, making her wonder just how she would answer them all.
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