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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: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Batman
Chapter: 17
Characters: Joker, Nightwing
Word count: 1,319
AN: So I ended up getting sick on Friday and Saturday so you’re gonna get this chapter a little late. :3 Enjoy.
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He was sitting on the edge of a roof, the smooth concrete under him rounded, chipped a bit; probably from the grappling hooks that the Bat family used to get around. Sighing and taking out a battered pack of cigarettes, he tapped one out of it and lit it, the cherry glowing brightly, illuminating his white face and green hair much better then the city lights around him.
Joker had come up here to the top of the building that hid his and Harley’s lair to think about the meeting with his child, eyes glazed as he thought of things. Including his child, the one that had grown up so well without him or Selena. Despite the fact that the kid had crap ass parents, Xander had grown up to be amazing resilient, brave and smart.
Joker had no doubt that a good amount of Xander’s brains came from Selena and were put to being used as street smarts instead of book smarts. Leaning back, he plucked the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and blew out smoke, watching the white cloud dissipate quickly into the night air. Scowling at the cherry red ember, he flicked the gray that had accumulated and continued thinking about the young cross dresser that come to bug him just a day earlier.
Xander had been a surprise to the clown. He had been happy, bright and loving but with such a sharp edge to himself. It was like looking at himself before his insanity had gotten the best of him, sending him over the deep end where he splashed about in the slimy evil that he had found there.
Chuckling, the Joker flicked his cigarette over the edge. “I’m such a sentimental sap,” he snorted to himself.
“I wouldn’t say that. I would say that you were just surprised that Xander wasn’t what you were expecting of your child.”
Joker turned his head and smirked at the costumed hero that perched on the edge of the door and stair roof, looking bored as he smirked back. He wasn’t very surprised to see Nightwing, especially considering that it was well known that they were seen often hanging out while Xander walked the down and dirty streets of Gotham.
“So, what brings you to my perky little roof top?” he asked, voice cackling and laughing once more. “It’s a rather lovely surprise, but I’m afraid I don’t have any tea and biscuits to offer ya.” Nightwings’ lip quirked upwards as he easily hopped off of the stair well roof and walked over to Joker, keeping a respectful distance from him. He had learned long ago that as long as the criminal clown didn’t feel cornered, he wouldn’t attack out of instinct.
Batman still didn’t get that fact, not really noticing it about him, being more interested in the next move that was coming his way.
“I’m sure I can deal with not having any tea or biscuits, but are you willing to share a cigarette?” Nightwing asked, sitting on the edge of the roof, knowing that if need be he could drop off the edge and plunge to the ground as he used a hook to stop his fall. Joker smirked and pulled out the pack, tossing it and his lighter over. Taking one out and handing both items back when he had his cigarette lit, the hero sighed as he blew out smoke. “I rarely do this, so don’t think that me smoking this one cigarette will affect me to damn much,” he warned with a teasing edge.
“Not a problem, ducks,” the Joker chuckled, shaking his head with a smile and pulling out another one for himself. “So…?”
“I’m here to answer any and all questions you have, within a limited amount of subjects though,” Nightwing stated as he blew out a stream of smoke, hidden eyes gazing at him. “Xander is…complicated, let’s just say that. He has more layers than a damn onion, that’s for sure.”
“I figured. He’s surprisingly a lot like Selena,” Joker mused, rubbing at his bottom lip, fingers holding his cigarette. “Which shocks the insanity out of me.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Snorting, Nightwing finished off his own cigarette before tossing it over the edge and out into the empty street. The two watched the still burning ember tumble end over end until the street lights below swallowed it whole. “Let me tell ya, it was interesting to get to know him through his letters. They only show a few of those lovely layers and not in as much detail as I would have liked. When I first met him, color me shocked, man…”
“You wrote him? Really?” Joker asked, giving Nightwing a ‘Get real’ look which sent his companion into peals of laughter.
“Yeah, really. I do have a life outside of being Nightwing man. Batman…sometimes I’m not sure, but I do have a life,” he snorted as he finally got himself under control. Joker just shook his head and smiled slightly.
“I never would have thought it,” he drawled, his cigarette disappearing over the side as he once more turned to gaze over the city view. “So, tell me about Xander?”
“Xander…despite all that he has seen, has done and felt, is still very open with his heart. Granted, he’s liable to rabbit should he feel insecure in a situation,” Nightwing mused, tilting his head back to look up at the sky. “He’s also going to have trouble making really good, close friendships with anyone who doesn’t know about the demon side of the world, much less anything else that is connected with lives like ours, Joker. He’s been hurt, burned so badly I’m surprised that I was able to get to know him in any way.”
“Kinda sounds like how I used ta be,” Joker sighed, running his hands through green hair, mussing the locks from their hairspray prison once more. Swinging his legs around so that his feet was on solid ground once more, he leant his elbows onto his knees and looked to the watching hero.
“Is he happy here? I mean, really, truly happy and not just faking it. I don’t think I could stand it if he wasn’t happy with how his life had gone so far,” Joker said lowly, seriously as his locked eyes with Nightwing.
“He’s as happy as he can be right now. He has Batman riding his ass about who the hell he is but he keeps telling him that he should look deeper. That he needs to stop looking with a closed mind and open his a little so he can figure out just who he is. It’s funny with how often Xander has said it so many times and he still doesn’t get it,” Nightwing snorted, smiling lightly as he shrugged his shoulders. “He’s planning on taking some online classes. He has an appointment with the college advisors about that and to join tomorrow, which is cool. He got pre-approved, which is nice for him.”
“So he’s taking an academic route for now. What is he studying for?” Joker asked, trying to get as much information as he could from the hero.
“He’s going for a psychology degree, and if he decides he doesn’t like that, he’s going for a graphic design degree so he can create games about us,” Nightwing said, seeing the Bat symbol appear in the sky. Sighing, he stood up and took out his grapping hook, sending it out into the night sky. “Looks like my time is done here. Joker, let me tell ya, keep your head down. Xander may be your blood but he will take you down if he feels you’re going to hurt someone, kin or not. He’s called a White Knight after all.”
With that, he swung off into the night, leaving the Joker sitting on the roof, once more alone and contemplating everything.
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