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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
Chapter: 8
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Batman
Characters: Xander, Dick, Joker, Harley
Word count: 1,115
AN: And nearly a year later, she pops up with something for you. Yeah, shoot me. If you guys will look to Fanfiction.net (faerys delight), or Adultfanfiction.net (faery) you will discover that I have been a busy bee, if not sick and tired lately. This story fell to the wayside but now I’m back and able to play with my boys!
So enjoy this long chapter.
Edited: September 10, 2012
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“Well, it starts 19 years ago, give or take a couple of weeks and my parents, names unknown and history unshared mind you, dropped me off at an orphanage. At least that’s the official story. The not so official one includes an affair and a couple of interesting characters,” Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair with a frown to his lips.
“So…your parents gave you up?” Dick asked, pulling his legs up to sit Indian style on the chair, Xander pouting at the easy grace of his friend.
“Yeah, they did. What they told the person who handled my case, on a strictly off the record basis mind you, was that they had had an affair and I was the result. It didn’t help that my biological mother was in a relationship that was abusive at the time and that my biological fathers mind was already twisting in a bad, bad way,” he hummed, running his fingers through his hair, feeling his hair curl, his nose wrinkling in response. “My biological parents aren’t known by their original names, but rather by the names that they use to do their naughty, naughty deeds.”
“So…they’re criminals?” Dick asked, a feeling of slight worry growing. “Do they know what you look like?” he asked, voice slightly squeaky.
“Well, one does now, not that he would recognize me,” Xander snarked, smirking at the horror on Dicks face. “Yes, daddy dearest is the one known as the Joker, formally known as Jake. Not that you’re gonna find a lot of information on him since he was once part of a very underground mob scene, more so then you find now days. His records were wiped when he started going over the edge.”
“His mind…”
“Is a broken vase put together haphazardly by doctors who didn’t know how to treat his particular form of schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder,” was the finished sentence. “Or that’s what I’ve gathered from what I was able to glen from my own research.”
“Who have you talked with?” Dick asked, curious about what kind of research Xander had done in his time. He knew that the other man was connected to a world beyond the dark world of criminals and the freaks that he and his family fought, but outside of that, he didn’t know.
“A few clans who are connected to the human mafia that Joker was connected with. They have long memories and an amazing filing system that holds everything that you could ever want to know…as long as you know how to read it or you know one that’s willing to translate for you,” Xander hummed, stretching out on the couch and wiggling his toes. “His mind is better, but he’s still more sociopathic then psychotic. He knows what’s right and wrong, he just doesn’t fucking care about that. He’s in it to feel something beyond what ever he feels right now.”
“So…when he attacks…he’s doing it to feel something beyond the rage or the psychotic need to make everyone around him laugh,” Dick summarized, getting a nod with a sweet smile from his companion.
“Yeah. My biological mother on the other hand is generally a good girl, but she likes the pretties. She’s just like the cats that she loves so much,” he said, watching the light dawn in Dick’s eyes.
“Catwoman, otherwise known as Selena Kyle,” the fighter drawled, getting a smug smirk from Xander that reminded him a bit too much of Catwoman’s smile. Shaking his head, he snorted lightly and rested his chin on one fist, gazing at his friend. “Only you would have two of the most dangerous criminals as parents. Do you think they’ll put two and two together and figure out who you are?”
“Considering they named me? Yeah, they probably will if they get interested enough in me,” Xander hummed softly, playing with the hem of his shirt. “But in the case of the Joker, he’ll put two and two together and get duck.”
“Funny,” Dick drawled, getting a laugh from the other man.
“Yeah, I know,” Xander teased. “Come on. Ask me more about my childhood and the other things that are running through your mind. I want to continue to blow your little mind.”
“Mean brat,” Dick snorted, leaning back with a smirk. “Alright, so tell me oh great one…”
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Watching Harley play around on her computer, hunting down any kind of information about the pretty boy that they had met at the ball, Joker frowned and swirled his cup around. He wasn’t drinking something like whiskey, rather wanting to keep his mind as clear as he it could be with the way it was, but was drinking something stronger then juice. Sighing, he sipped his rum and coke, heavy on the coke, before looking at one particular box.
If the Bat and Brats ever found the box, he had no doubt they would be able to find out about his life before he broke and the child that he had let go so as to not drag with him. He still had fragmented memories, but they were more like dreams of a time long before he was alive.
Harley knew what was in the box. Despite the fact that she was nearly as insane as he wask, she was still scary brilliant and knew when to keep secrets. That box held his past and she knew it.
She had been the last doctor that had tried to help piece his mind back together after all, but in the end she had ended up just as broken as he. Not that he had meant that to happen, but it had. The people they had worked with had made it impossible to keep any semblance of sanity after all.
“Harley,” Joker called out, standing from his chair, suspenders hanging by his hips as he walked over to her.
“Yes, Mr. J?” she chirped, looking over at him with big eyes, face devoid of makeup.
“Look up Alexander LaVelle. I think we’ll find our dear pretty boy if it is who I think it is,” Joker hummed, sounding rather calm and sane at that moment. Harley gazed at him with a knowing look, knowing that the only person on the earth that could calm the man’s mind down enough to work in a straight line for once was his lost son.
“Alright, Mr. J,” she said softly, turning back to the computer and working to find the information that eluded her, mocked her. She was going to find out who the pretty male was, and if it was her lover’s son, then it looked like their little family had just grown.
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