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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: 4
Characters: Various
Word count: 596
AN: Another chapter edited and reposted. I am going through the chapters, as seen here, and editing. Reviews are nice.
Edited: September 10, 2012
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Two days later found Xander driving into Gotham city around dusk. He had driven nearly the entire two days with rest, feeling the need to get as far away from Sunnydale as soon as possible. Brushing a bit of hair out of his face, he grabbed his phone, attaching the headset to it as he pulled into a grocery store parking lot. Calling Dick, he smirked at the grunt he got once the other answered the phone.
“I didn’t get you post work out, did I?” he asked teasingly as he listened to the heavy breathing.
“Right in the middle of my treadmill work out, brat,” the man teased back, pounding feet following the words. Xander snickered a few more times as he finally found a parking spot. “I take it you’re in town?”
“Yeah and at a grocery store. I’m going to pick some things up and then I’ll drive to our place afterwards. I should be there before you leave for your night job,” the slim male told his new room mate, getting out of his car. Closing the door behind him, Xander headed for the front door, hair swinging as he fixed the rather large shirt he was wearing. Tight jeans sat over boots that clicked as he walked, the entire outfit designed to hide the weapons on his body, none of them made from any kind of man made metal.
“Pick up some milk would you?” Dick asked, the sounds of beeping coming over the line.
“Let me guess, you ran out after you went on a milk binge again?” Xander hummed, grabbing a car and padding into the aisles, stopping by the bread first.
“Kinda. I was watching Tim while Bruce was off after someone,” Dick replied. Xander once more snickered as he grabbed various items from the shelves. “How did the telling of the vamps go?” he asked, changing subjects quickly.
“It went. They were not happy to say the least,” the cross dresser replied, wrinkling his nose as he looked over cookie mixes. “But they understood where I was coming from and didn’t stay mad for long. Sent me off with a few things they said I would need. Including some rather nice gothic clothes.”
“Sounds like you got spoiled,” the other snorted, his smile evident in his tone, even over the phone line.
“Yeah. Got some nice dressy outfits, a few things I can slink around in or go out on dates in, that sort of thing,” was the reply, Xander’s voice becoming soft as he thought of the 3 vampires he had left behind.
“Can’t wait to see. You’re my date for a party, charity, by the way,” Dick said, his smirk carrying in his tone.
“Oh, peachy, really,” Xander huffed, grabbing a gallon of milk before grabbing his soy milk. Putting them both into the basket, he headed for the frozen food section. “When do I have to look pretty for you?”
“Tomorrow. Enough time for you to take over your room and the kitchen. Sorry for springing this on you but it was sprung on me to,” Dick hummed, getting a soft snort from Xander.
“Let me guess, Bruce popped up, told you about the party, told you to bring a date and disappeared,” the small man said, grabbing a few more items before heading to check out.
“Pretty much,” Dick sang. Xander rolled his eyes as he unloaded his cart.
“Peachy. Listen, I’m checking out now, I’ll be there in about 10 to 20 minutes,” he said. Saying their goodbyes, Xander hung his phone up before paying for his food.
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Sitting in his chair, he looked at the newspaper in his hands and tapped his fingers on the table before him. Red lips frowned lightly before he picked up his cup and sipped the iced tea that Harley had made for him. Despite the fact that she was bat shit crazy, she was pretty good at being domestic.
Tossing the paper aside, he got up and walked over to his lover as she fixed a tear in his jacket.
“Looks like we have to crash a party, sweetness,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to blond locks. Pretty blue eyes looked up at him as full pink lips smiled.
“I’ll get out the good costumes then, puddin’” was the chirped reply. Joker just smiled.
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