(A/N) When asked this was the fic most people wanted continued, if you have a specific story you want continued please leave feedback on the story stating so or e-mail me.
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Xander stepped carefully over the rubble strewn city. He found he would walk past places in Sunnydale mixed in with the sprawling white buildings of Metropolis and the dark forbidding cityscape of Gotham as he searched for the one responsible.
Taking another couple of steps forward, Xander froze as the hulking monster from his nightmares came into view.
"That's not really him, Mcgurk."
Spinning, Xander stared at the fifth dimensioner that was currently sitting on the shattered remains of the daily planet globe. "What?"
"We're in your head, boyo… and let me just say, boy are you ever messed up. Your head's almost more cracked than that joker freak." The white haired gnome said in a pleased tone before looking back at the rampaging behemoth. "You're gonna have to stop him soon or he's gonna level the whole place, bucko."
"And?" Xander countered as he slumped to the ground tiredly. "I have no family, no friends; no job, no home, and no chance of getting back." Xander said as his depression grew slightly and the sky darkened in response to his mood. "Everything I fought for in my world is gone and everything I try to save in this one dies in front of me."
In a second, Xander was transported back to the memory of Samuel Colt as the older man that Xander had saved was killed by a massive blow to the head. "Why couldn't I kill him Mixy?" Xander whispered before looking up at the interdimensional imp. "Why couldn't I kill Bane?"
Smirking slightly, the white haired menace shrugged. "Well pal, you and I both know Bane could never stand against Doomsday in a straight up fight." The fifth dimensioner said before looking down at Xander. "But then again, you're not Doomsday." With a pop the small annoyance disappeared, leaving Xander alone with the rampaging monster in his head.
Staring at the empty space for a second, Xander turned to look at the Halloween monster he had dressed up as. "If I'm not Doomsday, what am I?" Xander whispered before standing up. "And what is he?"
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Xander walked out of the hospital under his own powers at a reasonably quick pace, it wasn't that he didn't like hospitals or anything… okay so it was that he didn't like hospitals. It wasn't anything personal toward the staff or anything, but after Buffy's little stay at Sunnydale memorial, Xander doubted he would ever feel comfortable in one again.
Looking down at his tattered clothes, Xander decided that his first objective would be getting something in slightly better shape.
"I wonder if there's a K-mart anywhere around… here." Xander finished as he caught sight of a newspaper wadded up in the trashbin.
Pulling the old news paper out of the bin Xander stared at the headline.
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ARKAM BREAKOUT!
Yesterday Gotham police responded to an explosion at the Arkam Mental Asylum for the Criminally Insane. The responding officers were greeted by a hail of automatic gunfire as many of the interred patients fired recklessly at the police and emergency personnel.
While the police were pinned down by the armed inmates, an estimated thirty-six others escaped into the surrounding woods and are currently at large.
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Looking up from the newspaper, Xander stared up at the rapidly darkening sky in concern. "Gothams' burning and no one even notices it." He whispered before dropping the paper back into the trash. "Looks like a cause has found me."
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Xander stared out from the rooftop of his apartment building in awe as the city of Gotham glittered with a thousand lights in the darkness and out there were madmen, thieves, murderers and monsters that would put any of Sunnydale's demons to shame.
Taking a deep breath, Xander let the surge of power flow through him as he allowed the monster more and more freedom. With a roar into the darkness, the new Doomsday was born.
Taking a moment to sharpen his hearing, the massive being smirked as the background hum of the city sharpened slightly before fading away and the nearby Radio chatter started to fill his ears.
Shifting through the stations, the one time Scooby frowned as reports started to fill the police and emergency radio bands as the protectors of the city battled with the madmen that swarmed the streets.
Letting his hearing drop down to the normal hearing range, Xander frowned. He didn't know the codes or locations for any of these things and if he went haring off after a thirty-two sixty it could be an active bomb threat or a naked jaywalker.
Even with all the walking he had been doing recently, Xander doubted if he could find where Seventeenth and Broad were without a map and some good directions. With a sigh, he finally spotted one signal that even he knew meant trouble.
Flexing his legs, Xander launched himself into the air towards the glowing bat signal.
Hopefully he could convince them he was there to help before they opened up on him.
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(A/N) Okay, I've been told that answering questions like this is a sign of a poor writing style, you should explain it through the story itself, on this point I really don't know how so I'm going to go out and say it.
Bane can NOT beat Doomsday, he can't even beat a half powered Doomsday.
Xander is not Doomsday, he dressed as Doomson and kept a fragment of his power. At best, Xander would be considered as having between a sixth and an eighth the power of Doomsday, it is possible to reach Doomsday's power, but it takes time to reach that point (The fight with Angelus.) and he bleeds that power off after it is no longer needed. Xander was a perfectly normal human when he faced Bane and simply put, Bane was stronger, faster, meaner and better skilled at fighting than Xander, so he plastered Xander before the Doomsday effects started to show.
Hope this explains some of the questions.
This is the end of this story, hope you all enjoyed it.
-Tjin.