Disclaimer – see prologue. It's all there. And no I have not changed over
night into a male... I'm rather content with my female bits.
A/N – whoa... just give me a few minutes to feel all honored and such. Thanks to those who have reviewed, it makes me feel that I am doing something right and not just spending hours with my friend the wall.
Chapter 1
Batman glanced through the findings he had for 'B. Summers', there wasn't much. Well wasn't that the understatement of the century. There had been a total of one article found, and that had been about a Joyce Summer's who had died a few months earlier in some small coastal town. Her daughter had found her, nicknamed Buffy or something similar.
"Master Bruce, Lois Lane is on the phone and wishes to know if you will be coming to Metropolis to visit Miss Summers. Apparently Mr. Kent and a few others have already stopped by with gifts and well wishes." Alfred inquired from the top of the stairs leading to the Bat cave.
"Let her know I will be visiting within the hour, I'm finding myself rather curious about her sketchy background." Wouldn't we have seen a graduation announcement or even a list of name matches? There's next to nothing on her." Batman was quite confounded by the puzzle this B. Summer's presented. "Alfred go prepare the Jaguar, I'll go get changed."
Twenty minutes later in Metropolis
Buffy sat up in bed watching the news programs, trying to puzzle out what could have happened. So far she'd received visits from Clark Kent, Diana Prince, John, Wally, and Shayera Hol. Her last visit had been with some dark haired reporter named Lois Lane. "I wonder why they came. I mean this place is so totally new to me. It's sort of creepy but not in a demony way." She murmured to herself as she flipped to another news program.
"You have another visitor Miss Summers. Mr. Bruce Wayne, do you wish to see him?" A burly security guard stated, opening the door to see if the blonde felt up to another visitor or if she just felt in the mood for hurling things at the door.
"Okay." Buffy muted the television and checked her outfit to see if she was decent. "Send him in." She sounded a bit frazzled by all the visitors clamoring to see her; just about of all them were complete strangers, although a few were fairly cute in a Riley sort of way.
Bruce entered carefully, "Good morning Miss Summers. I've brought some flowers." He paused looking at the other gifts that had been brought in, was that a stuffed pink pig with a blue bow sitting jauntily in the visitor's chair. "Lot's of visitors today?" he asked by way of conversation.
"I guess you could say that. I do have a question though. Have you ever heard of Sunnydale? I mean all of these news programs mention a blonde falling from some unknown vortex above a Metropolis park. I'm starting to think I'm not in Kansas anymore." Buffy sounded a bit frightened, after everything she had been through; she was worried about an unknown city.
"No, I can't say I've ever heard of Sunnydale. But some of the news programs are mentioning Superman and the Justice League being brought in because police weren't sure what to make of the portal itself." Bruce placed the flowers on the table near the bed before sitting, "What I find myself curious about is where you plan to stay after you are discharged."
"I'm not sure. I've received a few offers that I could stay with them until I'm back on my feet or my relative's find me. They were sort of confusing." Buffy commented, leaning back against the pile of pillows, turning her head so she could maintain eye contact with Bruce.
"Who made these offers? I might be able to help." Bruce winced mentally at himself for making such a bold offer. The blonde would probably start thinking he was a stalker or something, definitely not of the good.
"Lois Lane, Shayera Hol, Clark Kent, and someone named Lex Luthor. But I really don't want to impose on Lois or Shayera; they seem like such nice people. Is Lois a reporter or something, she seemed awfully inquisitive and kept asking questions about where I came from and what I was talking about before I jumped." Buffy paused, wrinkling her nose in thought, "Who's Lex Luthor? He sounded rich and self-important. I haven't had much good luck with rich people."
"Well Lois is a reporter; she lives in an apartment which she occasionally shares with Clark. Shayera is living with Wally and another friend of theirs in a medium sized house." Bruce paused, "I really don't know much about Lex though."
"I wish I had a computer or something, just so I could find out more." Buffy stated in frustration, reaching for the glass of iced water on the night stand.
"I'll see what I can arrange. How about this, you can stay with me." Bruce raised an eyebrow at the spit take which Buffy did, spraying water all over the bed sheet and comforter. "Before you object, I live in a mansion. Wayne manor, to be precise, and I have a manservant named Alfred. We can work together to find an apartment and a job for you. But I really think it would be best if you stayed at the manor, at least until a relative or friend of yours contacts you."
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother or anything." Buffy stammered out while wiping away the residual droplets of water from her sudden turn as a sprayer. "And what, if I may ask, is so wrong with Lex Luthor?"
"Bad reputation, trouble stalks his heels and there is no telling what he might do to an innocent." Bruce stated, eyes darkening as he remembered all the crimes that the Luthor's had gotten away with because of their money. "And I'll come by again tomorrow to visit. I'll bring a computer." Bruce stood and shook Buffy's hand politely, "Have a nice day. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Buffy laughed softly at the little joke, "Bye Mr. Wayne." She watched diligently as he left before she unmuted the television and went back to piecing her puzzle together.
Clark glanced at Bruce as the Gotham detective left Buffy's hospital room, "anything important come up?" The dark haired reporter inquired all business and no slack.
"We'll discuss it tonight. I need to look over the lab results the hospital contacted me about. I'm wondering if J'Onn can find out more at the meeting." Bruce replied his voice less warm and cordial then it had been with Buffy. "Let me guess. She was polite but quite when you visited."
"Exactly. I'll see you at tonight's meeting." Clark watched as Bruce walked away, seemingly lost in thought about whatever had been discussed in the guarded room. The reporter never would have guess that the thoughts were a spinning and confusing mixture of Sunnydale and the mysteriousness of one Buffy Summers.
Meanwhile somewhere in California
A blonde streaked red haired young woman looked up from where she had been perusing the daily paper. Frowning slightly she turned to where her boyfriend stood sipping an iced apple mango tea. "Alex, doesn't this girl look a lot like Elizabeth did? I mean back when we all were in high school." She handed the paper over to the dark brown haired man.
"I think you may be right Willow, do you think we should visit Liam and Elizabeth and double check things. I know that they are trying to adjust things with the agency so that Dawn and William can stay there, at least until everything is finalized." Alex glanced at the caption with the picture, "I'm thinking that there is a visit to Metropolis and Gotham before the week is out."
Willow sighed in slight frustration, pushing her hair back out of her face, "I don't think my associates will like the short notice much. But this girl could be dangerous. Remember back in high school when that new girl showed up and then graduation was a real blast."
Alex shuddered at the memory of the explosion which had torn apart the high school and killed so many of his school mates. "Rather hard to forget." He stated, putting his glass down on the counter. "I wonder if Elizabeth is even awake yet."
A/N- for those who have asked, can't remember who right now. But Alex is Xander. I refer you to season 6 Tabula Rasa when everyone forgets who they are and refer to their ID cards for names and important information. Dawn calls Xander Alex. Understand now? Good.
A/N – whoa... just give me a few minutes to feel all honored and such. Thanks to those who have reviewed, it makes me feel that I am doing something right and not just spending hours with my friend the wall.
Chapter 1
Batman glanced through the findings he had for 'B. Summers', there wasn't much. Well wasn't that the understatement of the century. There had been a total of one article found, and that had been about a Joyce Summer's who had died a few months earlier in some small coastal town. Her daughter had found her, nicknamed Buffy or something similar.
"Master Bruce, Lois Lane is on the phone and wishes to know if you will be coming to Metropolis to visit Miss Summers. Apparently Mr. Kent and a few others have already stopped by with gifts and well wishes." Alfred inquired from the top of the stairs leading to the Bat cave.
"Let her know I will be visiting within the hour, I'm finding myself rather curious about her sketchy background." Wouldn't we have seen a graduation announcement or even a list of name matches? There's next to nothing on her." Batman was quite confounded by the puzzle this B. Summer's presented. "Alfred go prepare the Jaguar, I'll go get changed."
Twenty minutes later in Metropolis
Buffy sat up in bed watching the news programs, trying to puzzle out what could have happened. So far she'd received visits from Clark Kent, Diana Prince, John, Wally, and Shayera Hol. Her last visit had been with some dark haired reporter named Lois Lane. "I wonder why they came. I mean this place is so totally new to me. It's sort of creepy but not in a demony way." She murmured to herself as she flipped to another news program.
"You have another visitor Miss Summers. Mr. Bruce Wayne, do you wish to see him?" A burly security guard stated, opening the door to see if the blonde felt up to another visitor or if she just felt in the mood for hurling things at the door.
"Okay." Buffy muted the television and checked her outfit to see if she was decent. "Send him in." She sounded a bit frazzled by all the visitors clamoring to see her; just about of all them were complete strangers, although a few were fairly cute in a Riley sort of way.
Bruce entered carefully, "Good morning Miss Summers. I've brought some flowers." He paused looking at the other gifts that had been brought in, was that a stuffed pink pig with a blue bow sitting jauntily in the visitor's chair. "Lot's of visitors today?" he asked by way of conversation.
"I guess you could say that. I do have a question though. Have you ever heard of Sunnydale? I mean all of these news programs mention a blonde falling from some unknown vortex above a Metropolis park. I'm starting to think I'm not in Kansas anymore." Buffy sounded a bit frightened, after everything she had been through; she was worried about an unknown city.
"No, I can't say I've ever heard of Sunnydale. But some of the news programs are mentioning Superman and the Justice League being brought in because police weren't sure what to make of the portal itself." Bruce placed the flowers on the table near the bed before sitting, "What I find myself curious about is where you plan to stay after you are discharged."
"I'm not sure. I've received a few offers that I could stay with them until I'm back on my feet or my relative's find me. They were sort of confusing." Buffy commented, leaning back against the pile of pillows, turning her head so she could maintain eye contact with Bruce.
"Who made these offers? I might be able to help." Bruce winced mentally at himself for making such a bold offer. The blonde would probably start thinking he was a stalker or something, definitely not of the good.
"Lois Lane, Shayera Hol, Clark Kent, and someone named Lex Luthor. But I really don't want to impose on Lois or Shayera; they seem like such nice people. Is Lois a reporter or something, she seemed awfully inquisitive and kept asking questions about where I came from and what I was talking about before I jumped." Buffy paused, wrinkling her nose in thought, "Who's Lex Luthor? He sounded rich and self-important. I haven't had much good luck with rich people."
"Well Lois is a reporter; she lives in an apartment which she occasionally shares with Clark. Shayera is living with Wally and another friend of theirs in a medium sized house." Bruce paused, "I really don't know much about Lex though."
"I wish I had a computer or something, just so I could find out more." Buffy stated in frustration, reaching for the glass of iced water on the night stand.
"I'll see what I can arrange. How about this, you can stay with me." Bruce raised an eyebrow at the spit take which Buffy did, spraying water all over the bed sheet and comforter. "Before you object, I live in a mansion. Wayne manor, to be precise, and I have a manservant named Alfred. We can work together to find an apartment and a job for you. But I really think it would be best if you stayed at the manor, at least until a relative or friend of yours contacts you."
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother or anything." Buffy stammered out while wiping away the residual droplets of water from her sudden turn as a sprayer. "And what, if I may ask, is so wrong with Lex Luthor?"
"Bad reputation, trouble stalks his heels and there is no telling what he might do to an innocent." Bruce stated, eyes darkening as he remembered all the crimes that the Luthor's had gotten away with because of their money. "And I'll come by again tomorrow to visit. I'll bring a computer." Bruce stood and shook Buffy's hand politely, "Have a nice day. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Buffy laughed softly at the little joke, "Bye Mr. Wayne." She watched diligently as he left before she unmuted the television and went back to piecing her puzzle together.
Clark glanced at Bruce as the Gotham detective left Buffy's hospital room, "anything important come up?" The dark haired reporter inquired all business and no slack.
"We'll discuss it tonight. I need to look over the lab results the hospital contacted me about. I'm wondering if J'Onn can find out more at the meeting." Bruce replied his voice less warm and cordial then it had been with Buffy. "Let me guess. She was polite but quite when you visited."
"Exactly. I'll see you at tonight's meeting." Clark watched as Bruce walked away, seemingly lost in thought about whatever had been discussed in the guarded room. The reporter never would have guess that the thoughts were a spinning and confusing mixture of Sunnydale and the mysteriousness of one Buffy Summers.
Meanwhile somewhere in California
A blonde streaked red haired young woman looked up from where she had been perusing the daily paper. Frowning slightly she turned to where her boyfriend stood sipping an iced apple mango tea. "Alex, doesn't this girl look a lot like Elizabeth did? I mean back when we all were in high school." She handed the paper over to the dark brown haired man.
"I think you may be right Willow, do you think we should visit Liam and Elizabeth and double check things. I know that they are trying to adjust things with the agency so that Dawn and William can stay there, at least until everything is finalized." Alex glanced at the caption with the picture, "I'm thinking that there is a visit to Metropolis and Gotham before the week is out."
Willow sighed in slight frustration, pushing her hair back out of her face, "I don't think my associates will like the short notice much. But this girl could be dangerous. Remember back in high school when that new girl showed up and then graduation was a real blast."
Alex shuddered at the memory of the explosion which had torn apart the high school and killed so many of his school mates. "Rather hard to forget." He stated, putting his glass down on the counter. "I wonder if Elizabeth is even awake yet."
A/N- for those who have asked, can't remember who right now. But Alex is Xander. I refer you to season 6 Tabula Rasa when everyone forgets who they are and refer to their ID cards for names and important information. Dawn calls Xander Alex. Understand now? Good.
