TITLE: In Your Eyes
AUTHOR: Gaeriel Mallory
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: BTVS/Batman: the Animated Series Crossover
DISTRIBUTION: Photon's Crossing, TTH, Anyone else, just ask.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are the property of Josh Whedon and Mutunt Enemy, Inc. Batman and related characters are the property of Warner Brothers and DC Comics.
NOTE: I don't know how the reception for this story will turn out, mainly because BTAS has been off the air for several years. This was written before the series finale of Buffy aired so there will be some inaccuracies in later chapters. However, in the chapters that are unwritten, I shall try to stick as close to the finale as possible.

The title "In Your Eyes" is a tribute to the 2nd season Buffy episode "I Only Have Eyes For You."


Chapter Two

"I've been seeing this woman in the mirror," Barbara explained. "About my age, blond hair. Only I should have been seeing me instead of her. It's happened almost every time I saw a mirror or something that showed a reflection."

Dick nodded. "The same's been happening with me, only it was a guy with brown hair. Really intense eyes."

Bruce sat in the chair in front of the Cray and leaned back. "How long has this been going on?"

"Just today," Barbara responded. "I first noticed in the bathroom this morning."

Dick nodded in agreement.

Bruce turned towards the computer. "Are you two fit for patrol tonight? If you are, I want you to go out with Robin. I'm going to stay here and make some inquiries."

Dick and Barbara looked at each other in shock. Batman never missed a night if he could help it! "Uh, sure." "I guess."

Robin stood on the edge of the rooftop. "So why isn't Batman out tonight?"

"He has some things to take care of." Nightwing leapt off the roof on top of the burglar trying to break into an electronics store.

Beside him, Batgirl smirked. "You don't mind flying with us tonight, do you?"

Robin shrugged. "Nah. It's just—odd."

A grappling hook shot up into the air and Nightwing swung back onto the roof. "Ready to roll?"

The other two grinned in response and pulled out their own grapnels.

Towards the middle of the patrol, Robin stopped on top of a warehouse and frowned. "Uh, guys? Where are we going? This is nowhere near the normal patrol route."

Batgirl frowned. "I—I don't know. I just headed this way without thinking."

Nightwing looked over the area where they were. "This look familiar to you, Babs?" he asked softly.

She turned around, studying the warehouses surrounding them. "This is where we caught the Joker last night." She suddenly leapt over the edge of the building and started running down the street.

"Batgirl!" Robin shouted. He sighed and started after her.

Nightwing stayed on top of the warehouse for another moment, trying to collect his thoughts. Something was drawing him in the direction Barbara had taken off in—towards the abandoned warehouse where they two of them had captured the clown.

He shook his head before following the other two into the night. He found them standing in front of the warehouse. "Do you feel it?" Batgirl asked when he finally reached them.

"Yeah. I do." Nightwing resisted the urge to walk into the building. "I think we need to talk to Batman."


Bruce sat in front of the Cray, his three 'children' surrounding him. He frowned at the screen. "There's some odd history to that warehouse. It had been abandoned for over a decade by a bankrupt shipping company. Five years ago, there was a woman found murdered there. She had been really beaten up. The cause of death was a knife stabbed into her gut. She was finally IDed as a Buffy Summers, resident of Sunnydale, California." He hit a key and a picture appeared on the screen of a smiling blond woman.

Barbara gasped. "That's her! She's the woman I keep seeing in the mirror."

"They never solved the case. There was no suspect. However, three years ago, two other people were found there dead. One male, one female. It appeared as if they had killed each other. They were IDed as Mary Douglas and Peter Renardo. Then a little over a year later, same thing. Two people—one male, one female—found dead. These two were never identified. They seemed to have been homeless." Bruce swiveled around the face Dick and Barbara. "It looks like you're being haunted by the ghost of Buffy Summers and this other man, who I suspect was the one who killed her. What I don't understand is why there was no body for him."

Barbara stepped forward and gestured towards the computer. "May I?"

Bruce got up and let her take over. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she hacked her way into the police database. "Next of kin is listed as a Dawn Marie Summers. She's currently living at 1630 Revello Drive in Sunnydale along with a Willow Rosenberg and a Xander Harris." She quickly typed a search on the new names. "Rosenberg and Harris went to school with Buffy Summers; seems they were best friends. And quite the troublemakers too, according to these reports from their principal. Wait a second." She frowned as she came to a security-locked file. "Why would the government have records on them?"

Barbara bent down over the keyboard and worked at hacking into the locked files. "Bingo," she said triumphantly after five minutes. "Let's see what we have here."

The contents of the government file left the four of them shocked.


Willow Rosenberg was making breakfast when the phone rang. She reached over and snagged the phone from the wall. "Hello?" she answered while still flipping pancakes.

"Hi. Is this the Summers residence?" a female voice asked.

Willow frowned. "Kinda. Are you looking for Dawn?"

"Actually, I'm looking for anyone who can give me some information about Buffy Summers."

Willow paused in her cooking, her brow furrowed. "Why do you want to know about Buffy? She's dead. She's been dead for five years."

There was a pause on the other end and Willow was just about to hang up when the voice responded quietly. "I think I'm being haunted by her ghost."

She almost dropped the phone. "What did you say?" Surely she had heard wrong.

"I think she's haunting me. I keep seeing this blond woman in mirrors. She matches with a picture of Buffy Summers I found."

"Oh." Willow felt the need to sit down and slid down the wall to the floor.

"There's something else. A friend of mine, he's been seeing a person in the mirror too, only it's a dark haired man."

"Angel," Willow whispered. She felt tears sting her eyes and she wiped them away.

"I'm sorry. What was that?"

Willow cleared her throat and swept her red hair behind her ears. "Angel," she repeated. "His name is—was Angel. He was Buffy's true love, and worst enemy. It's complicated."

The smell of burning pancake brought Willow back to the present. She yelped and leapt up. She swore under her breath as she tried to juggle the phone, the spatula, and the frying pan. She hurriedly tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder and scraped the ruined pancake into the garbage. Tossing the pan and spatula into the sink, she turned the stove off. "Sorry about that," she apologized to the mystery woman on the other end of the line. She paused as she thought of something. "Where are you? Actually, who are you?"

"I'm in Gotham City. As for who I am—that's a bit complicated as well."

"Why is it complicated? I don't understand."

"I have secrets too, just like you and Buffy had. Only my secrets aren't just mine to tell." There was a pause and Willow heard some muffled conversation in the background. "Just how much do you know about Gotham?" the voice asked.

"Not much." Willow was weirded out by the implication that the stranger on the other end of the phone line knew just who and what Buffy had been. "Why?"

"Gotham City is known for its costumed vigilantes. Batman and such. Well, I'm one of them."

"Ah." Suddenly, a number of things made sense. "And as a costumed vigilante, you would have access to top secret government files about Sunnydale and Buffy, right?"

"Well not so much have access to as hacked into, but yes," the voice returned wryly.

Willow had to chuckle at that. "So there's really not much about me, Buffy, or the rest of us that you don't know."

"I just know what's in the file about the Initiative."

"Then you know enough." Willow sighed and sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Propping her elbows on the counter, she told the speaker, "Why don't you start at the beginning?"