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Buffy rolled her shoulders tiredly to loosen up the kinks, over the stress of loosing Dawn again. The threesome had hit three demon bars so far, and all they had to show for it was several piles of vampire dust and a new collection of dismembered Demon parts. Now they were looking down at the most secretive of the bars. This place was to the human and mystical world as a tough place to be around. Her Slayer half wanted to just storm down there and demand answers preferably with her fists. To bad not every bar had a Willie in it, some of the bartenders in this city actually had the annoying habit of having backbones. Grumbling to herself, she stretched herself out really wanting to go down all of the mystical demon energy she could feel was giving her a hellmouth sized headache and she really wanted to end this quickly. But she was never going to charge into an unknown place without a plan if she could help it. The cost of doing that was simply to high, and she wasn't always the one that paid the price the price. Xander had paid for her impatience last time, true he saw better with that weird visor that the council had cooked for him. But it justwasn't the same, and she would always know who was to blame for that. It was originally a research project that the old council in one of their secondary bases had been working on Willow had completed the item and added in her own upgrades with both magic and technology that gave him, a device that he wore that wrapped around his head that allowed her best friend to see in several different spectrums. Andrew, naturally had been the first to notice the similarities to the visor that Cyclops wore the only difference was that the screen on his was blue instead of the red that Andrew thought it should be.
She looked down at the bar that was on street level, or rather below street level. It kind of reminded her of the outside setup for that "Cheers" show, where a person had to walk down a set a steps to get in. The only difference was, that while that place was supposed to be really cheerful annoyingly cheerful if you got right down to it, this one was real, and the area around it was real to. Set up about three blocks from the place that the locals called crime alley. She had laughed her head off along with Xander when they had heard this, the place was more like feeding grounds than anything else, and no one really noticed the extra bodies that happened to show up without any real reason for the blood being sucked out. Occasionally they were blamed on one of the dorks in flashy outfits that the Batman guy took out, or some weird mutant or alien that lived in the sewer system. Buffy smiled slightly, as she felt the breeze wash over her. That was one of the things she loved about this, city the buildings trapped the breezes and forced them up giving a refreshing feeling as they pushed upwards. The slight smile disappeared though as she remembered what it was that she was here for. She was already sore from a half dozen fights with various demons and vampires from the other bars that the three of them had already hit. She was watching this place from the fire escape right now it was supposed to be where the heavies hung out and a few hanger oners' as well. It was one of these hangers that she wanted to talk to. She gripped the railing on the fire escape that she was standing on ignoring the fact that she was leaving indents on it from the pressure.
"What's the word?" Buffy asked not turning to see the figure that had landed soundlessly above her as she was watching the place.
"This is definitely the place." Faith said as she slid down next to the head slayer, she had long become accustomed to the blonde sensing people whenever they got to close to her. For most people it freaked them out. Especially the newbie slayers who got scared whenever they tried to ambush the head slayer. She had seen them shiver in fear, when the slayer stopped the weapons, they tried to use against her in hopes, of surprising the lead slayer. Then there was the fact that the two of them shared a special kind of connection that neither of them really minded much anymore. The two girls were dressed in matching black outfits of black leather that shined in the bits of light; the only difference that was easily noticeable was the fact that while Buffy wore the scythe on her back Faith wore a broadsword.
The two slayers looked down at the building for a moment before the other slayer began. Basic setup was kind of like Willy's, except that like all the other places it's hidden by something or other. It seemed that the various demons, and stuff didn't want the big bad Batman guy to come and crash their various places. Personally, the blonde slayer wanted to just rush down in there and start breaking heads till the tortured soulless beings finally told her where they were keeping her little sister. What was it with the bad guys going after her anyways?
"Xan says, that that there doesn't appear to be anything waiting around the corners for us to make a move either. Though he did say that it looked like there might be some birds in the middle of some serious mating." Faith smirked slightly at this.
"Only you two, who are in two separate relationships, would ever think of something like that being of any real importance." She said teasingly.
" So you think their ready for us?"
"Doubtful. They probably know were around, but not that their next on the list of targets at least I'm pretty sure they don't know about that. They probably think, that due to the way they're hidden that they got at least until tomorrow, before we show up, and start messing with their little stink hole."
"Yeah, you think its true, that a lot of the heavy wieghters come around to this one?"
"Its possible, you know how those snooty clubs are though, they might be a little difficult to get into."
"Yeah right, tell me, what's the most impressive killer amongst these guys tonight girl. I'll tell ya she's currently looking like she wants to break a dozen skulls, despite the fact that she looks like she either needs to get laid, or get in another fight."
"Your impossible," Buffy said, "now can we get back to this?" she asked pointing to the building.
"Yeah, but you still think I'm hot." Faith said, "my slaydar doesn't pick anything up that I can really distinguish, and Xander was playing Cyclops a minute ago, and says that there's nothing that we'll trigger till were already inside." Faith held back on the snicker that she usually gave, when the visor that Xander now wore into combat was mentioned
"Yo Xand, you ready?" Buffy asked, fingering the radio that she had on her ear.
"Ready and able," the voice replied. The mind speak, that Willow could set up for them was nice and all, but it was hard for her to use at larger distances, and it was a distraction for her when she was busy on something else, like working on hacking the police reports, and any and all other files about what was going on about this particular case.
"Lets do it." Buffy said, as she began sliding down a drainpipe with practiced ease. It was almost as much fun, as it was when she was sneaking out of her room late at night. She grinned to herself, as she jumped at the belly of the beast again, dragging her friends with her, knowing that even if they weren't obvious that they all were wearing identical smiles of anticipation, as they went. None of them would have it any other way, than to being going into another crazy fight.
The NML short for no man's land was a club and bar, that was set up for a place that the survivors of No Man's Land could come and try and act like they were still the masters of their own lives, and that so much of what they fought for had not been lost, when their home had been allowed to reenter the U.S. True their lives were easier now, but they had also lost something. The place was covered with graffiti from all of the various gangs and groups that had been around during the NML. There was the Blue GCPD sign, that Gordon himself had put up on opening day, there was also the symbols from the Two Face, and Penguin there was the sign from that rogue cop operation started with a P, Perry or something like that. The Batman had even come and given the place his tag, it was surrounding a map that the GCPD had donated, that showed who had controlled what part of the city.
The bartender though was not worried, about the significances of the tags that night. He was more worried about, what was going on in the hidden part of the bar. The NML had to parts to it, one part for the normals, then the other part was for the freaks that came in through either the secret entrance from the sewers, or the hidden doorway at the back of the room, that had to be using some of that weird B13 technology from metropolis. Cause there was no other way that a person could hide a doorway from the bat when he made his rounds, since he, or ones of his snot nosed followers came by here every once and a while. But despite being located so near to crime alley, they were relatively calm place. Though that was mainly due to the fact, that only NML survivors were allowed in, or people with the muscle to survive the two bouncers, that the real owner insisted that he use for some reason or other. Personally, he was betting that they were more of the freaks, but he didn't have any proof so couldn't complain to the boss without proof. The freaks were weird though; there were the human like ones that drank their stuff with some odd substance that made their already pale skin get even paler, their teeth lengthened and their eyes turned yellow. They were the only ones that had a notable change when they drank though sometimes he was pretty sure it was what they were spiking the drinks with. Almost every drink had an odd red substance put into it. He just knew that one of these days he was going to have to call backup for these freaks. But the thing was, all of the freaks were scared senseless tonight. They were talking about someone, or something that scared them worse than the Bat scared regulars. In its own way the name seemed to scare the freaks even more. Though that seemed to be because of the fact, that this person didn't make a habit of leaving the person alive, and that was the line that the Bat had never crossed. The freaks were whispering to themselves about a power that was making a move tonight. From what he gathered, the power was supposed to be powerful enough to scare a lot of the people into fleeing the city itself, after hearing the mere name mentioned. A name that he was having trouble catching, mainly because none of them wanted to say it, but it appeared that someone had taken something that belonged to this person, and now their would be hell to pay, and the freaks were all busy whispering about the people that She had taken down. Yeah, that's all he could get, that it was a she. He listened, as they compared stories about whom she had taken down. The names were something like a mile long but the names that came up the most were The Master and his disciple Luke, The Order of Taraka whoever they were, was said to have lost one of their most legendary teams to this person. She had taken on the three, someone they just called the mayor, who had control of her dark sided twin. She had taken on a guy named Adam, and the army almost simultaneously that name seemed to scare a lot of them. But not as much as the fact that she had taken down the Order of Aurliess, She had converted half of its number to her side they said. She had battled with a being known as Glory, or Glorifucus. Had fought someone called the First, and their lapdog Caleb, who was supposed to be a mountain of muscle that nothing except the Beast could fight. Sadly though, the Beast was dead now as well. But the conversation didn't stop there. It seemed that if on the off chance you did get by this person, and then you had to deal with the Watcher, the Witch, and the Knight. And if by some miracle you were still alive after all of that, there was still the two ensouled ones, that one would have to deal with, and according to a rumor they recently had allied themselves with a resurrected Old One.
A lot of the powerhouses in the place had left already, not wanting to deal with Her while she was in a bad mood. They all seemed to think, that it would be better to stay scarce. There was even sayings about the places that She had hit were already were now nothing more than piles of dirt now. The braggarts were all that were left along, with their minions who were to busy looking scared to really know, what they were doing. And there were a few beings that just wanted to be left alone.
He shrugged his shoulders, and turned back to his normal customers, that didn't have the label freak on them. He was cleaning up a mess someone had left when he saw them. The three figures calmly walked out of the shadows near the entrance. He saw them out of the corner of his eyes, and at first thought that it was the bat or one of his brood the way the first two walked, they had that same kind of graceful killing stalk that they had, the other was more like one of the rougher cops that didn't mind cracking skulls, or doing more if he needed to get what he wanted done. They were all dressed in black, and the walk was that of people who were used to problems. The only problem with them was that they all had their faces covered in some way, or other. The two girls had on half masks, while the guy had some type of visor that covered the top half of his face.
"Costumes." He heard the muttered word, as several people got up tossing their money down, and heading for the door, so as to avoid a scene with costumes. Soon, there were only the new arrivals and the bartender.
"Can I help you? Or are you kids just trying, to disrupt my business?"
The three chuckled lightly at this. The short one then shot her arm across the bar, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and dragged him across the bar till he was nearly four or five inches off the ground. The other two were calmly pouring themselves drinks while their friend was holding him. "Where's the entrance, to the more realistic version of no man's land?"
"I got no idea what your talking about girl." He looked at her leather outfit and decided to take the chance that maybe this girl wasn't really as dangerous as she seemed to be. "Aren't you guys aware that Halloween is already over with?"
"Wrong answer," she said as she tossed him over her shoulder. The three of them in an almost bored manner, as the throw slammed him into a table. The force of the landing made the table collapse underneath him. The girl kneeled down beside him and looked at the guy. "Now, we could keep doing this all night, or you could tell us." The man swallowed fearfully, as he looked at those cold eyes that looked at him, like he was nothing more than a spot on the floor.
"You might want to tell her." The guy said, looking up from his shot glass. "She's in a really ad mood." He grinned coldly. "Course now that I think about it, they're both in really bad moods, and she," he said nodding to the girl kneeling beside him. "Is usually the calm one. Now tell her how to go talk to the nice people in the hidden room, or she may make like she did on Glory."
"And what did she do to this Glory person." The bartender asked a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, as he wondered if this was SHE.
"Beat her with a giant hammer." The guy said, "and Glory had taken the same thing, that is currently gone. Do you really think, that she won't tear you apart if it helps?"
"She doesn't have a hammer with her now though." The man said bravely.
"That's because I have this now." The woman said, as she pulled a weapon off of her back. The man swallowed as he saw the razor sharp blade on one end, and the sharpened wooden tip on the other.
"What are you going to do with that?"
"Ever been circumcised?"
She swung the weapon up, and just before he could make a sound to tell all he knew, one of the yellow-eyed freaks stumbled through the hidden door, he looked around the room his eyes narrowed on the girl over the terrified bartender. "Slayer." The creature said, growling slightly.
"Ers pal." The other girl said, as she stood up from where she had been leaning against the bar spinning her drink around. "Its Slayers, as in more than one. That is if a dust bag like you can actually add."
The freak looked at her and swallowed. "Shadow Slayer," he hissed at her.
"What do ya know? I finally got a name of my own." The girl said, and actually seemed to be puffing up slightly at this.
"Yeah, yeah whoopee. They now have a name to call you. Do you realize that we'll have to call the England bunch, and ask for al files on that name?" The young man said.
"The Knight." The freak growled out again, suddenly as he recognized the voice behind the visor.
"Aw no, not that! Please, anything but that. I am so not the freaking white Knight, that Dead Boy called me."
"Looks like we got another name to look up." Shadow Slayer said, smirking at the annoyed figure.
"Shut it Shadow Slayer." He said mockingly. Before turning back to the trembling Freak in front of him. "So, you know who we all are right?" The creature nodded, its eyes darting back and forth for a way out. "Guess that means that you're from home then right?"
"Yeah, I was there for quite a while. I just tried to make a habit of avoiding you guys. After all, no one with half a brain wants to wants to mess with any of you guys."
"That explains Spike." The guy muttered before snapping his fingers. "Now I know where I know you from." He said grinning like a maniac. "You were the bouncer at that stripper club, the uh Fish Tank right?"
"Do we even want to know?" Slayer asked, as the Freak nodded.
"Doesn't take a whole lot of guessing, how he would know." Shadow said, returning the lazy grin at her friends.
"Um, I think I'll just go and let you get on with things in there." The guy said, as he motioned to the hidden doorway. "What's the code, and the two really pissed off slayers don't turn you into a candidate for vacuum filler." The vampire told them how to get in, and then fled for the doorway. Turning, the guy smiled as his arm shot out and stabbed it in the chest. "I didn't say I wouldn't do anything." Knight muttered, as he returned the stake to his jacket as dust fell to the ground.
Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Slayer looked down at the bartender. "Two words for you ugly," she said. "Self-control." The three then walked through the hidden entrance. The man grunted as he got back up, he walked back to the bar and turned back to the security cams for the back area.
The three walked through the above ground entrance and looked around, all talk stopped as they came into view. Their names were muttered, but they all looked slightly worried and the former braggarts were now openly sweating, or getting various shades of pale, as they all seemed to recognize the group. "Slayer." Was the only muttered response that anyone seemed to have.
"You know, I have a name. Slayer said, "is it really that hard to say? Cause I'm pretty sure I didn't get it legally changed."
"Uh, can you really use that argument, when you're wearing a mask?" The male asked, watching the crowd for any more familiar faces.
"Fine. But I still reserve the right to be angry." The girl growled, her hands clenched angrily, as if she was considering yanking the head off the first freak to get in her way.
"Well pup," one of the few real muscles said from his poker table. "What is it that you want? Or is this just a shake down, to see who's on the correct liquid diet, or did you want something else?"
"I like him." Shadow Slayer said, as she looked at the demon, which was currently surrounded by a large pile of kittens.
"Anyways, were looking for Gar." The steel in the voice left little room for argument, as the eyes roamed around the room. Gar was considered the go to demon, when it came to information on anything in the city that was Gotham. He was supposed to be the demonic version of Oracle, with a complete and total recall that allowed him to know anything and everything. "We know he was coming here tonight folks. We just want to have a few words with the informant, and then we plan on going home. But if you want, we can tear this place apart, then talk to Garn and go home. "
"Get lost slayers." A tall figure said, as it stood up from its place at the bar. It was easily seven feet, and was scarily similar to the creatures from the predator movies.
"My turn." Shadow Slayer said, as she turned to face the creature. "Ooh, a headhunter! It's been a while, since I've had the chance to take on a headhunter."
"Your skull may have a place of honor, if the stories of your abilities are even halfway true Shadow Slayer. It shall be second to my father's."
"Wish I'd thought to do that with my family. Shadow Slayer said, as she looked the headhunter demon over.
"Whatever girl," the demon snarled as he withdrew a pair of hatchets, and threw himself at the girl before him. Two wicked looking knives met the downward thrusts, catching the blows and causing sparks to fly up into the air. Grinning Shadow Slayer kicked the demon in the gut sending it flying back into the wall. Roaring the demon jumped back at the girl.
"Hey!" A loud voice said, the two fighters broke apart, and looked at the bartender who was holding a shotgun in his hands. "You Laag, know the rules. No fighting in here, or you'll be shot." The demon nodded its head before sending a deadly glare at the slayer before returning to his seat. "As for you three, what do you want with Gar?"
"Information. I'm sure, you know the kind were after."
"He's over in the far booth." The man said, nodding towards the back.
"Thanks," Slayer said. "You know, you're a lot cuter than Willie."
"Great, glad to know that I fit with your approval Slayer. The man said. "Just tell me this one thing, is it true that your what they call a High Slayer?"
"Trust me, she's never been high in her life." Shadow Slayer said backing away from the Headhunter who was still in his seat, though neither of them looked liked they wanted to breakup their fight.
"Shut it." Slayer said, as she turned back to the booth the man, or Knight as they called him slid into the booth the two girls stood near the seats, and looked at the Demon in question.
The demon smiled weakly at them, as they looked at him. "Well, to what do I owe the pleasure of the company of some of the worlds most impressive people?" The demon was short, and rat like, his species was a rodent one, instead of the usual scaley kind."
"Enough small talk." Knight said, his voice stayed at a pleasant enough tone, but there was hardness to his voice. The visor flared briefly, making the light sensitive eyes of the demon in front of him scramble back and away from the trio, but was stuck where he was.
"Now then." Slayer said, her eyes hard chips of green ice bore into the demon; Shadow Slayer had eyes of darkness. "I'm going to ask you this once, and only once. Then, I'm going to use your head for a bowling ball if I don't get an answer. You got me?"
"S-s-Sure, no problem." The guy said swallowing nervously. "I can tell you where all the nests are, I can tell you where the Order mage hangs his hat if you want."
"Fine, then tell us where the half breeds are all working. Particularly a half-breed Fyarl, that had a hand in kidnapping of one of our people."
"Half-breed? Well there's only one place, that is hiring half-breed demons, and your basic vampires these days."
"And that would be?"
"No one knows," the demon said shrugging. "A couple of vamps came in here about a month ago, and said that anyone that was a combo was welcome to join. Rumor is, that whoever it is has got a polgra arachnid crossbreed on their payroll though."
"So, someone wants things that are mixed up huh? Where do we find these people?"
"No one knows exactly where these guys actually operating from." The demon said, shivering at the looks he was receiving. All I have, is an address for where the half-breeds go if they're interested. If they're allowed in, you don't here from them again if your not let in they send back your remains, to whatever bar it is that you came from."
"Address. Now." Shadow Slayer said. Nodding the demon wrote the address of a warehouse down for the girl, nodding the girl pocketed the paper. "Anyone have anything to add?" No one responded, nodding again the girl dropped a small roll of twenties on the table.
"Oh yeah bar man." Slayer said, "You might want to send a change of clothes up to the guy up front. He had a bit of an accident, if you know what I mean."
"Will do." The bartender said, smiling in amusement. The group then turned, and left, their jackets swirling behind them reminiscent of the capes, a majority of the city's usual protectors wore.
The three then took off through the door, and back into the normal part of the bar where the other barkeeper glared hatefully at them for announcing his embarrassing reaction to Slayer's actions.
The three of them made their way outside and into a small alley. "So you think that this was worth it?" Knight asked, as he stuffed his hands into his coat, and slouched slightly as they walked farther into the alley.
"Who knows?" Shadow Slayer said. But we'll check it out tomorrow, cause we need to get a few hours of sleep, and then we don't have to worry about the dust patrol at the very least."
"I don't like it, but alright." Slayer said, as she crossed her arms over her shoulders. "Oh yeah, you can come down from there already buddy. "
A figure in gray fell down to the ground lightly a slight grin gracing his face. "Sorry, I just had to see if you really were as good as he was saying." He said shrugging. "Sides, its not many people that can actually get what passes for a complement from him, and while you didn't quite receive a compliment, you did make him notice you."
"Well whoopee." Slayer said dryly, I made the big bad Batman pay attention to me. Alert the press."
The man chuckled slightly at this. "Well, everyone needs to have a goal in life."
"Yeah sure, whatever. You got a name?" Shadow Slayer asked as she licked her lips, as she looked at the young man in front of them.
"Nightwing." the young man said.
"Hmm, I would of said Hotwings." Shadow Slayer said, as her eyes took in the dark clothing with traces of blue in it. Hair about as long as Knight's which meant, it was just long enough to run your hand through. He had a belt with all sorts of doo dads, and some fighting sticks at his hips. The guy just smiled one of those thousand dollars smiles and the two slayers grinned back.
"You realize, your all enjoying the clothing choices that the other wears way to much, right? Knight asked, taking a protective step forward so that he was Glaring at the first protégé of Batman.
"Can you blame me? Nightwing asked grinning, as his eyes roved over the brunette and the blonde. "I mean seriously! Most of the girls I end up dealing with are trying to kill me Especially this one that has a thing for historical weapons from the family manor and dresses like she's the British Flag."
"Not really." The other guy admitted. "But I just wish the feeling wasn't being returned by them."
"Yeah, well Arsenal is going to kill me, when he finds out I got to meet two beautiful women in leather, and didn't try any bondage tricks with them." The guy said.
"Trust me. Relationships with any of our group, is weirder than any you've believed."
"I don't know, I happen to have some pretty interesting dating stories of mine own."
"We'll have to compare stories sometimes." Knight said, "Maybe when were not all wondering if its fight or flight."
"Good idea," the guy said. "Now I have a message for you, and a question which do you want first?
Question the other man said.
Who are you guys?
"Well, if we go by what this crazy city decides, then I'm Knight, the short one is Shadow Slayer, and the even shorter one is Slayer. Now, what was it you wanted to tell us?"
"You guys need to back off, and let us handle this, we know the territory."
"Yeah, but do you know the occult? Cause that's where we had to go, and we managed to already find a clue." Slayer said, her eyes narrowing, as Hotwings told her not to try and find her sister.
You found something the young man said shocked that this bunch of people had already found something when neither he, nor batman had found anything. Don't suppose you'd be willing to share would you."
"Lets see, you tell us not to get involved, then you asked for our help. What do you think our reaction is going to be?" Nightwing smiled weakly at this, she had a point, and they all knew it.
Knight had fallen back now that his girls were paying attention again, and was now holding a hand to his ear; as he listened to someone communicate with him. "Huh? Yeah. Really? Watcher said that. Dang, so we have to play nice with them. Only if they push us. Right, gotcha I'll pass it along Wicca." He turned to look at the three; the two slayers were stuck between drooling at him and glaring at him. Personally he wouldn't want to be the one to get in-between the group right now. "We have orders from Watcher girls. Someone agreed to meet with us for lunch and talk about everything so I guess we play nice and leave each other alone for now."
Nightwing looked like he wanted to say something, but the warning glares they all gave him helped him keep his remarks to himself. If they were going to get a talk about what was going on, then there wasn't a whole lot that he or any of the others could do about it. He still wish he knew what the clue that they had was, but you just couldn't have everything. He stepped back, and pulled out his rope gun and shot it into the air. "Whoa that part is for real?" Turning he looked at the brunette who was staring at his rope gun.
"And I thought that was all a load of crap. "The blonde said, as she looked at the rope. "Hey, if things work out, maybe you can teach us a bit about how to do that."
"Who knows?" Nightwing said throwing them a mock salute, before he flew into the air, and disappeared into the sky.
"Damn." The three said, as they watched the man disappear.
"I hope we get to be friends, cause that is so much better than our way."
"You said it." Buffy said, as she lifted the lid off the sewer entrance. "Not to mention, it wouldn't stink as bad." As she jumped down, followed by her two friends.
I'm going to shorten Faith's codename to Shadow just because it's faster to say and a word less to write. Although vamps and demons may still call her that seeing as they're big on fancy titles like that. Hope I'm not having her steal another D.C hero's name course what do super heroes due to people that steal there Identity other than beat the person senseless that is.