Disclaimer: I own not the Buffy series or the Batman movie franchise. I make not the money from my pursuits. I merely gain the experience of writing.
Author Note: Can someone clue me in on a place/state that has very intense winter weather.
I'm starting this story at the end of Buffy. But chronologically speaking this is set years before the two new Batman movies. So Bruce is probably about fifteen or sixteen in this story. But there will be crossover believe me. First chapters short but I do believe it fits word count.
I have no ideas about pairing right now.
Is the disclaimer good enough? Tell me if I need to rewrite it.
Faith woke to a boot in her gut.
“Yo, who's kicking like Xander?”
Faith smirked which only got her another kick. The familiar tingle sprang up her spine, and she knew exactly who the foot belong to.
“B, how was Italy?”
“Might have been fun if Willow wasn't calling me every 24/7 about a certain Rogue Slayer.”
“So you do care.”
“That's why I donkey kicked you about twenty times,” Buffy shrugged out of her jacket and hung it on a chair.
“Everything is handled.”
“Not if I'm back.”
Faith lay twisted in her blanket. She shook her hair and looked up at Buffy.
“What is this all about?”
“Seems like someone isn't who they say they are.”
“You might be smarter than we first thought.”
“Damn, girl, that was mean.”
“You weren't going to tell me.” Buffy kicked again.
Faith dodged the pointed boot, unrolling from the blanket.
“Kick a girl when she's down?” She went to her bathroom.
“Don't try to change the subject.”
Faith watched her through the mirror.
“Do you even know how to tell the truth?”
Frozen. Faith put her toothbrush down. “You really do know?”
“I know enough,” Buffy tossed a folder on the counter next to Faith.