Ordinary Men
By: BoxerMan
I dedicate this story to my fiancée who puts up with all of the crap I put her through.
Buffy/Batman Crossover
Disclaimers: I can carry everything that I own, and I don't see how I can carry a TV show, maybe a TV, although I could carry a comic book, but I still don't own anything really.
A/N: And now for something a little different. As usual, boys and girls, feedback is much appreciated.
/////////////////////// Sunnydale General Hospital,
"Do you believe in vampires Mr. Wayne?"
Bruce Wayne didn't hear the question. He focused on a soft 'Click' from outside the room. Because he was not as invulnerable as some of the people he knew, he was always on the lookout for danger. And due to experience, he knew the sound of a gun being cocked.
'Click.' 'Click.' 'Click.'
Guns being cocked.
"Mr. Wayne, I know that you probably think I'm crazy." Bruce stated to undo his restraints. ".or maybe not."
"Xander," Bruce hissed quietly as he got Xander's right arm out, "There are four or more people outside with guns, now shut up and help me."
Xander used his free hand to unstrap his left arm and whispered, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Bruce held up his forefinger to his lips and crept towards the door. Xander watched him while he finished undoing his foot restraints. He nodded to Bruce as he slowly turned the lock until they heard the soft little 'click.'
"GET DOWN!!"
Xander does not remember most, if any, of the soldier memories impressed into him six years ago, but when he heard the order, he was on the floor like white on rice.
Bullets whizzed through the wall, shattering medical devices and furniture. A bringer broke down the door and leveled his gun at Xander. Bruce hit him from the left and knocked him unconscious.
"What the hell?" Bruce looked at his attacker, normally gang members don't sew their eyes and mouths shut. He was about to ask Xander who the hell it was when he remembered the other three gunmen.
The three other bringers charged through the door, knocking Bruce over. Xander managed to get up and bring two of them down with a flying tackle. Bruce fought the remaining attacker. The bringer swung the gun from the left trying to pistol-whip, but Bruce grabbed his wrist and elbow and threw him over his shoulder into one of Xander's opponents.
Xander didn't have any formal weapons or martial arts training, but what he lacked in technique and style, he made up with creativity and ferocity. And after years on the Hellmouth, he could hold his own against lesser demons and minions. He grabbed a syringe on the counter. As the bringer charged him, he brought his right arm around and stabbed him through the temple. "Yeah, how do you like having things stuck in YOUR head, asshole?"
The two remaining bringers split up and rushed at the same time. Xander opted to duck and flip his opponent over and out the window, while Bruce went hand to hand. The bringer had some skill and was a little stronger than an average human being. But Bruce Wayne was never an average human being. The bringer tried to roundhouse him, but he brought out his left arm and caught the leg in mid-stride and flipped him across the room, knocking him unconscious.
"Xander, what the FUCK is going on here." Bruce Wayne is not necessarily one to cuss, but after being attacked by people who could fight very well with their eyes sown shut, not to mention that their EYES AND MOUTH WERE SOWN SHUT, it stands to reason that he deserved some answers.
"Mr. Wayne, like I said, you don't know the half of what my friends and I do. This isn't a gang war or anything, those girls that were with me died because those THINGS___" Xander pointed to the bodies of the four bringers. "___are after them. We've been trying to stop them and save everyone, but these guys are very well coordinated. They've been wearing down our numbers for months. Last week was the first time we tried a full offensive." His hand grazed his eye-patch. "Needless to say, it didn't work."
Bruce looked at this young man who was less than half as old as him talk about warfare, about having to use teenage girls as infantry, but more often cannon fodder. Xander left out the details about the girls being potential slayers and the first evil, and primarily talked about how he believed in someone, but now "it isn't in her hands. I was right earlier. It's about regular people fighting, picking up the slack, and taking charge. Just because someone is in charge, doesn't mean we should always agree with her. I see everything so clearly now____" (A/N for anyone that hasn't seen Dirty Girls, Caleb{bad guy} tells Xander that he is 'the one who sees everything' and then rips out his left eye.)
"Xander?"
"SHIT!"
"Xander?!!"
"Mr. Wayne, I need you to do something for me."
"Anything Xander, just tell__"
"Here, call this number, tell a girl named Dawn that I'm going to be there as soon as I can and to get everyone."
"Wait a minute, give me a reason."
Xander cut him off and said, "Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die."
Silence
"Please, just do it."
Silence
Xander looked at Bruce square in the face. "I know that I sound crazy, but I figured out what went wrong. I know how to fix it. I need you to call this number and just tell her I'm on my way."
"Xander, I have no idea what the hell is going on here. If I find out that you are anything less than an angel, I am going to get my answers in a very unpleasant way," Bruce got his cell phone from his left pocket, "Wait downstairs, I'll drive you."
Xander smiled as he got dressed and left the room. "It's ok, my friends left my car in the parking lot." He really liked Bruce. He was a very good fighter for someone his age, or any age really. "But please do me a favor, don't say 'angel' in this hospital it has some unhappy connotations for me."
Bruce groaned. 'My life just loves getting more complicated.' He thought. Then the phone picked up. "Hello, is this Dawn? Yes, this is Bruce Wayne, Alexander Harris told me to call you and say that 'he's going to be there as soon as he can and to get everyone.' Yes, thank you. Now could you tell me___*click, dial tone* never mind."
Bruce put the cell phone back into his pocked. 'Dawn must be Dawn Summers, the younger sister of Elizabeth Summers. I know that they're all friends; they're probably meeting at their house. I can get some answers there.'
He walked out the door and down the hall.
"Vampires?!"
I dedicate this story to my fiancée who puts up with all of the crap I put her through.
Buffy/Batman Crossover
Disclaimers: I can carry everything that I own, and I don't see how I can carry a TV show, maybe a TV, although I could carry a comic book, but I still don't own anything really.
A/N: And now for something a little different. As usual, boys and girls, feedback is much appreciated.
/////////////////////// Sunnydale General Hospital,
"Do you believe in vampires Mr. Wayne?"
Bruce Wayne didn't hear the question. He focused on a soft 'Click' from outside the room. Because he was not as invulnerable as some of the people he knew, he was always on the lookout for danger. And due to experience, he knew the sound of a gun being cocked.
'Click.' 'Click.' 'Click.'
Guns being cocked.
"Mr. Wayne, I know that you probably think I'm crazy." Bruce stated to undo his restraints. ".or maybe not."
"Xander," Bruce hissed quietly as he got Xander's right arm out, "There are four or more people outside with guns, now shut up and help me."
Xander used his free hand to unstrap his left arm and whispered, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Bruce held up his forefinger to his lips and crept towards the door. Xander watched him while he finished undoing his foot restraints. He nodded to Bruce as he slowly turned the lock until they heard the soft little 'click.'
"GET DOWN!!"
Xander does not remember most, if any, of the soldier memories impressed into him six years ago, but when he heard the order, he was on the floor like white on rice.
Bullets whizzed through the wall, shattering medical devices and furniture. A bringer broke down the door and leveled his gun at Xander. Bruce hit him from the left and knocked him unconscious.
"What the hell?" Bruce looked at his attacker, normally gang members don't sew their eyes and mouths shut. He was about to ask Xander who the hell it was when he remembered the other three gunmen.
The three other bringers charged through the door, knocking Bruce over. Xander managed to get up and bring two of them down with a flying tackle. Bruce fought the remaining attacker. The bringer swung the gun from the left trying to pistol-whip, but Bruce grabbed his wrist and elbow and threw him over his shoulder into one of Xander's opponents.
Xander didn't have any formal weapons or martial arts training, but what he lacked in technique and style, he made up with creativity and ferocity. And after years on the Hellmouth, he could hold his own against lesser demons and minions. He grabbed a syringe on the counter. As the bringer charged him, he brought his right arm around and stabbed him through the temple. "Yeah, how do you like having things stuck in YOUR head, asshole?"
The two remaining bringers split up and rushed at the same time. Xander opted to duck and flip his opponent over and out the window, while Bruce went hand to hand. The bringer had some skill and was a little stronger than an average human being. But Bruce Wayne was never an average human being. The bringer tried to roundhouse him, but he brought out his left arm and caught the leg in mid-stride and flipped him across the room, knocking him unconscious.
"Xander, what the FUCK is going on here." Bruce Wayne is not necessarily one to cuss, but after being attacked by people who could fight very well with their eyes sown shut, not to mention that their EYES AND MOUTH WERE SOWN SHUT, it stands to reason that he deserved some answers.
"Mr. Wayne, like I said, you don't know the half of what my friends and I do. This isn't a gang war or anything, those girls that were with me died because those THINGS___" Xander pointed to the bodies of the four bringers. "___are after them. We've been trying to stop them and save everyone, but these guys are very well coordinated. They've been wearing down our numbers for months. Last week was the first time we tried a full offensive." His hand grazed his eye-patch. "Needless to say, it didn't work."
Bruce looked at this young man who was less than half as old as him talk about warfare, about having to use teenage girls as infantry, but more often cannon fodder. Xander left out the details about the girls being potential slayers and the first evil, and primarily talked about how he believed in someone, but now "it isn't in her hands. I was right earlier. It's about regular people fighting, picking up the slack, and taking charge. Just because someone is in charge, doesn't mean we should always agree with her. I see everything so clearly now____" (A/N for anyone that hasn't seen Dirty Girls, Caleb{bad guy} tells Xander that he is 'the one who sees everything' and then rips out his left eye.)
"Xander?"
"SHIT!"
"Xander?!!"
"Mr. Wayne, I need you to do something for me."
"Anything Xander, just tell__"
"Here, call this number, tell a girl named Dawn that I'm going to be there as soon as I can and to get everyone."
"Wait a minute, give me a reason."
Xander cut him off and said, "Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die."
Silence
"Please, just do it."
Silence
Xander looked at Bruce square in the face. "I know that I sound crazy, but I figured out what went wrong. I know how to fix it. I need you to call this number and just tell her I'm on my way."
"Xander, I have no idea what the hell is going on here. If I find out that you are anything less than an angel, I am going to get my answers in a very unpleasant way," Bruce got his cell phone from his left pocket, "Wait downstairs, I'll drive you."
Xander smiled as he got dressed and left the room. "It's ok, my friends left my car in the parking lot." He really liked Bruce. He was a very good fighter for someone his age, or any age really. "But please do me a favor, don't say 'angel' in this hospital it has some unhappy connotations for me."
Bruce groaned. 'My life just loves getting more complicated.' He thought. Then the phone picked up. "Hello, is this Dawn? Yes, this is Bruce Wayne, Alexander Harris told me to call you and say that 'he's going to be there as soon as he can and to get everyone.' Yes, thank you. Now could you tell me___*click, dial tone* never mind."
Bruce put the cell phone back into his pocked. 'Dawn must be Dawn Summers, the younger sister of Elizabeth Summers. I know that they're all friends; they're probably meeting at their house. I can get some answers there.'
He walked out the door and down the hall.
"Vampires?!"