Note: Happy Halloween, time for my annual YATF fic. This should be rather easy to identify.
With the last weapons being sold as he entered, Xander had been forced to settle for something less military though the battered coat did seem nice enough for his purposes.
Sure he couldn't afford the costume of his choices more famous alter ego, but it should do, even if he wasn't the most well known his choice was one that fit him better.
Xander Harris felt something hit him hard and he fell to the street.
Even as his vision swam, he could see his costume shifting and changing.
Then he paused, motions changed as someone else climbed to his feet in his place even though their features were.
"Well," he commented while brushing his hands clean, "This is new."
Monsters everywhere, the place wasn't familiar at least compared to the construction that had made up his hometown.
Flipping open his phone, he blinked at the lack of a signal.
The old man would not be pleased, but then again, he still had to do something about this.
Bruce had gotten him to start wearing the suit most of the time, and now seemed no different as he slipped into the shadows to exit a moment later clad in all black and adjusting the mask complete with pointy ears.
The vibrant red of the bat on his chest was easily visible as he launched himself to the rooftops with a light flash of the boosters.
He had a lot of work to do...
It was official, Spike hated Halloween.
Was it to much to ask for him to be able to snag a slayer without being yanked to a rooftop to be interrogated by a crazy lunatic?
At least they didn't kill him, but now he had to figure out how to get out of the cables strapping him to a street light before morning.
Morning found Xander laying on a rooftop groaning at the light.
Part of him wondered where his costume went, but the batsuit was still there.
"Schway..."