The Joyce Summers School for Gifted Girls
Title: The Joyce Summers School for Gifted Girls
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Buffy travels to Gotham seeking funding for the "Joyce Summers' School for Gifted Girls" and meets someone unexpected.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: "Batman Begins"
Notes: For the TwistedShorts August Fic-a-Day challenge.
Buffy stared at the large Bat-like man in front of her. She was sure that he was human and on the no kill list, but she wasn't sure if he was on the side of good or not. Sure, he had dropped out of the sky and helped her take on the nest of Vampires and probably saved her life, but there was something about him that seemed dangerous.
"Who are you?" Buffy asked, stake raised in her hand at the ready.
"Batman," the man growled. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"The Slayer," Buffy returned. "If by here you mean this exact location, I was cleaning out the nest of vampires. However if you mean Gotham, I have a business meeting tomorrow."
Buffy didn't get a response because the Bat-man had disappeared. "Now that was odd," she thought. "But I've seen stranger." She surveyed the pile of dust that had been the Vampire nest and decided there was nothing more for her to do here and she needed sleep before her meeting in the morning, so she went back to her hotel.
The next morning, she found herself in a posh office suite in Wayne Tower, the unofficial hub of Gotham. She gave her name to the receptionist and found a seat on one of the couches in the reception area to wait.
"Miss Summers?" a cultured voice that sounded vaguely familiar called to her not five minutes later.
"Mr. Wayne," Buffy greeted as she held out her hand. "It was nice of you to see me on such short notice."
"My pleasure," he smiled. "Why don't we adjourn to my office?" He led her down the hall to his corner office.
Once the door was shut Buffy turned on him, accusingly, "What kind of game were you playing last night, Mr. Wayne?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Bruce feigned ignorance.
"I have super good hearing and an amazing memory, particularly for handsome jaws. I know it was you in the bat suit." Buffy accused.
Bruce's face fell. He knew he couldn't keep his secret forever but to have this young blond figure it out was too much.
"I was out patrolling he city to keep it safe. I saw you surrounded by a dozen guys on that roof top and thought you were in trouble," he explained.
"I could have handled it." Buffy answered. "It would have been close, but I would have made it. Thanks for the help."
Bruce moved to sit behind his desk and offered her the chair facing it. "So what was it you wanted to see me about?"
Buffy sat in the chair indicated and took a deep breath. "I came to see if the Wayne Charitable Trust would be interested in investing in a school."
"I see. What kind of school, if you don't mind my asking?" Bruce asked.
"Well, The Joyce Summers School for Gifted Girls is a school for girls like me," Buffy started. "Actually, Mr. Wayne, it was a good thing we ran into each other last night so you know what kind of girl I am talking about."
"What kind of girl is that? I was too busy fighting to take much notice," he said sheepishly. "And it is Bruce."
"Then call me Buffy," Buffy returned. "The kind of girls I meant are Slayers."
"What are Slayers? You called your self The Slayer but you mean there are more of you?" he asked.
Buffy told him the condensed Slayer 101 version and then further explained what the school needed. Bruce agreed to fund the school on the condition that he could visit to spar with the oldest living slayer.
"That went well," Buffy thought as she packed up to head home to Cleveland.