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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: 18
Pairing: Dick/Xander
Word count: 1,475
AN: I am sorry that I am once more having to post this today but last Friday I was kind of busy and not feeling too well while trying to finish off a few things. So here it is today. 19 shall be posted tomorrow.
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Straightening his tie as Alfred drove, Bruce stared out the window before looking down at the very thick file that he had printed out about Xander, mind spinning. When he had seen Barbra that morning, she had demanded information from him about Xander and than threw a fit when he had denied her that information. He had taken an aspirin just in case the headache decided to make an appearance anyways.
“Master Bruce, we are here,” Alfred said, voice cutting into his thoughts. Shaking his head, he smiled at the other man.
“Thank you, Alfred. Do you wish to come up with us?” Bruce asked as he tucked the file into his briefcase.
“No, I do not believe so, sir. You should be doing this without me,” Alfread replied, smiling at his friend and boss. “Good luck, Master Bruce.”
“Again, thank you, Alfred,” Bruce chuckled. “I’m going to need all the luck to fix this,” he sighed, stepping out of the car and walking into the building, taking the elevator up to Dicks floor. Knocking on the door, he wondered if his fellow hero was home, slinking when Xander opened the door wearing nothing more than a giant shirt and a pair of sweat pants. His hair was pulled back into a loose braid and he himself was looking bored.
“Bruce Wayne, what an interesting surprise,” Xander chuckled, stepping back and allowing the older male to step in. “Dick isn’t here. He went food shopping since it’s his turn,” he said, closing the door behind Bruce.
“That’s fine considering I did not want to see him but rather came to see you,” Bruce stated as he put down his briefcase onto the coffee table. He noted several files of what he assumed to be dirty clothes lining one wall and the washer/dryer set was exposed. “I…that is we need to talk.”
“Oh? About what?” Xander asked as he moved back to the largest pile of clothing. At the curious look thrown his way, he shrugged. “Dick can clean like no one else but he can not for the life of him do laundry. He turns his boxers’ neon green somehow,” he explained, holding up a pair of boxer shorts that had indeed been white at one time but now was a bright neon green.
“I think unless we grow up doing our own underwear, we all turn them a color of some kind. Usually pink though, not such a bright neon green,” Bruce snorted as Xander tossed the boxer shorts onto another pile. “And to answer, I got an open mind finally.”
Xander paused and gazed at him, eyebrow cocking as a smile danced on his lips. “Really now?” he queried, tossing a skirt onto a pile of darks. “Well that’s good. Now, what did you learn?”
“That I need to stop and think before I go after those who make me raise my hackles,” Bruce stated as he sat down on the couch. He opened his briefcase and pulled out the thick file, laying it out. Xander crawled over and opened the file up, scanning over the articles with a half smile on his lips.
“They’re pretty good in the demon underground,” he mused, Bruce nodding his head in agreement. He went back to his sorting, head tilted. “So talk, Bruce. Ask your questions and listen to my answers with the new knowledge that you have.”
“You really hunted down the creatures that would hurt or kill humans?” Bruce asked, watching as Xander continued to move methodically.
“Yes. A new vampire, no older then five years risen can eat three or four people in a night if they can get away with it. Those who are older know better but still attack and kill at least two people,” Xander said, eying a tank top and tossing it onto the white pile. “Other demons use stalking tactics, short time stalking mind you, to find their victims. They just disappear and are usually just labeled runaways,” he continued. “I’m sure you noticed that Sunnydales homicide and accidental death rates dropped about the time Buffy arrived in Sunnydale.”
“Yes, I did see that,” Bruce stated, finding the statistic page that held the current ones. He had found the statistics going back to the start of the town. “In the three years since one Elizabeth Summers, aka Buffy, came to Sunnydale, the death statistics went from 49 percent to 20 percent. Still a bit high for a small town, but better then before,” he said.
“A 29 point drop, not bad,” Xander snorted as he finished with his sorting. “Yeah, between all fo us, we were able to drag the vampire population down, kill the Master and make things a little more safer then before, such as it can be. “
“It’s a never ending battle, one that we just can’t leave,” Bruce sighed as Xander nodded. “No one else wants to do what we do.”
“No one wanted to train me to do what I needed to do, at least until I turned on Angel and laid some cold hard truths down on him,” Xander snorted.
“The souled vampire, correct?” Bruce asked.
“Yeah, though the curse was made permanent by another Gypsy after she thought about having an insane Angelous loose on the world,” Xander said, smirking. “Good thing to since he and Buffy were seriously getting close to getting happy.
“To fuck a vampire,” Bruce mused before shuddering in horror. “To my knowledge, vampires are walking corpses with demons.”
“They are, but…” Xander said, playing with his braid in a thoughtful way, “when they get their soul back and it becomes permanent, they come back to a half life. This means that if they wish to, they can rack up enough good karma to lose the demon and become human once more.”
“So this Angel is what? Only a little dead now?” Bruce asked, smirking at the bark of amused laughter he got.
“Only a little dead,” Xander snickered with a smile. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. His soul is anchored and he has two of his Childes with him so he can control them properly. It’s working well for them now. Or so I was told when he e-mailed me last.”
“”So it sounds like,” Bruce snorted, shaking his head as Xander finally started to read over the information, occasionally correcting a piece of information. Bruce wrote those corrections down for his personal records, sometimes asking a question or clarification on a few things.
It was to the sight of Xander layering a pile of clothes into the washer as the dryer worked on another load and Bruce packed up his briefcase that Dick walked into. He was hauling several plastic bags in his fingers, one of their neighbors helping him.
“Hey, you guys,” Dick greeted, getting a welcoming smile from Xander as Bruce looked up.
“Dick, wonderful timing,” Bruce said, a patent playboy smile dancing on his lips. “Harris and I was just finishing up with a conversation. I need to head off through since I don’t want to be late to this meeting.”
“No worries, Bruce,” Dick promised as he closed the door after his neighbor as she was made to leave. “I take it things were worked out?” he asked as he started to shift through the bags.
“Yeah, they were,” Xander promised, taking the laundry soap from the other man. Adding some of his load, he said, “Bruce got an Open Mind, just like you told him to. Now all we have to deal with is your dear Barbra.”
“Please don’t remind me of her. She does give me headaches,” Bruce complained as he picked up his briefcase. “I’m off. Xander, thank you for your time.”
“Not a problem,” Xander replied as the youngest of them joined Dick in putting away groceries.
“Okay, Xand, I have a question for you,” Dick said, trying to sound calm and pulling it off.
Barely.
“Yeah?” Xander asked as he put up a pint of ice cream, looking at Dick as he put up some flavored crackers.
“You interested in going out with me? For dinner, just us,” Dick blurted out before groaning and rubbing his face.
“Sounds fun to me.” Whipping around, Dick gaped at Xander as the male put away the milk. “When do you want to do it?”
“Uh, Thursday good with you?” Dick sputtered, getting an accepting smile from Xander. Shaking his head, he continued to put the groceries away and helped where he could with the laundry. He was floating on cloud 9, beyond happy with the fact that his invitation had been accepted.
Now all he had to do was stay away from the Joker. Despite the fact that the man hadn’t raised Xander, the clown had the whole “protective daddy protecting his child’s virtue” down pat.
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