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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: 25
Characters: McNeils, Xander
Word count: 1,121
AN: Sorry about being late (again) but here you go.
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Sitting down across from McNeils, Xander crossed his legs and lent back in his chair, eyes gazing at the man as he tapped neon green nails on the file that the psychiatrist had handed over. “His court sentence is for six life sentences, parole hearings every five years, this being a slim to none possibility of happening. And he shall serve it here under your careful eye,” he finally said.
“Exactly. This is due to his fluctuating needs for medication. Unlike others, he can’t always have the same dosage day to day,” McNeils said, Xander once more opening the file to read over the provided information.
According to the notes, Joker usually knew how bad his day would be and would tell McNeils so that his food could be laced properly. Should it get better or worse between means, Joker could either tell one of the guards, who would then tell McNeils, or eat a snack laced with said drugs. Outside of that, he would have a computer built into a wall and a desk so he could write out how his life had gone with such an extreme mental unbalance.
He would also be doing one on one therapy with McNeils himself Mondays and Thursdays at three for an hour. Once Harley and Joker were legally married, they would be given a specialized series of cells that had been put together that was being built at the moment. Harley, somehow, someway, helped Joker keep sane and could cook and dose her lover in the cell. They would be able to live in an actual apartment, so to speak, and continue their life semi-normally.
“They would be well taken cared of, that’s for sure,” Xander finally mused, sitting back once more. He crossed his legs, McNeils watching the move with an appreciative look.
He knew that the young cross dresser had a close lover and was the only child of Joker, but he could still appreciate the long body that was made soft and sweet by the clothes that he wore. Xander didn’t mind but he had warned him not to try anything.
“They’ll be able to be moved into their new holdings in the next couple of months. They’ll also have access to any accounts that they have, but everything will be heavily monitored,” McNeils continued, frowning lightly at the other as he stared at the file. “Audio only in the bedroom, I promise. None of us want to see those two fuck.”
“Oh my God,” Xander muttered and rubbed at his face. “Parental dick, man, not something I need to remember. Anyways, it’s good that they will be well taken cared of,” he continued, closing the folder and handing it over. McNeils handed over a thicker folder, which Xander tucked away into his ladies briefcase.
“They will be. Thank you for coming in for this meeting,” McNeils said, the two standing and shaking hands. Xander was walked out before McNeils walked back into Arkham Asylum just as Xander’s phone went off.
“Who can that be?” Xander asked as he dug out his phone, answering it with a furrowed eyebrow at the sight of Angel’s name on his ID. “Angel? What I the world are you doing calling me this early in the day?” he asked in greeting.
“Apparently the numbers that the police had for you is old, so they had to come to me to deliver some news,” Angle replied as Xander unlocked his truck and climbed in. once he was settled, he switched ears.
“What news?” he asked, tossing his briefcase to the side and closing the door. Angel cleared his throat as Xander started the truck and turned on the heater. “What?”
“Apparently someone went after your parents a few nights ago but they weren’t found until yesterday,” Angel finally said. Xander went stiff in his surprise.
He finally cleared his throat. “Really?” he asked. Taking a deep breath at the affirmation, he let his head thump against the head rest. “Well, I knew that they would die eventually but I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.”
“A Nir’ling got to them on the orders of a wannabe master. She heard that you had left and sent them after them,” Angel told him, the sound of clinking ice on glass filtering to Xander over the phone. “You’re needed to deal with their estate and funeral arrangements.”
“Great timing,” Xander moaned as he rubbed a hand over his face. “I’ll talk with Dick and see if I can’t borrow a few extra dollars to round out a plane ticket back.”
“So we can expect you in the next couple of days then?” Angel rumbled in his ear.
“Yeah, probably. Can you get into the house? Before I left, I gathered the insurance papers up and hid some away. I’m going to need to make a few calls to find out which ones they kept up,” Xander told the vampire.
“Spike and Penn already raided your place for every piece of paper and bit of information.” Angel hesitated for a moment before saying “Which was good timing since the girls went and tried to find something that would keep you here in Sunnydale. They were pissed at finding everything gone.”
“And the money stash?” Xander asked as he frowned at the bit of news.
“Found by Spike and brought over. We’ve played dumb since then,” Angel stated, chuckling lowly. Xander had to smile at that, shaking his head in amusement.
“Thanks, Angel, really. I thought you guys had moved to LA though. Why in the world are you still in Sunnydale?” Xander asked.
Angel chuckled before answering. “We were in LA, actually moved there last week. But when we got the call we came right back to make sure you had the needed back up for this shit.”
“I see,” Xander hummed as a soft smile pulled at his lips. “Thanks, Angel. I’ll call you with my plan times and when I get there, not only am I going to deal with my parent’s estate, but also with Buffy and Willow.”
“Be careful. There’s commandos running around,” Angel warned. Xander’s eyes went cold.
The tone he said his next words in sent chills down Angel’s spine. “Then I’ll just have to take care of them to if I have time.” With a few more details back and forth, Xander hunt up and drove back home, mind whirling. Once at the condo, he told Dick what was going on as he started to pack.
He only stopped to kiss his lover when Dick told him that Bruce would be happy to loan them the private jet. They were soon on their way three hours later, Xander in deep thought.
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