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Summary: YAHF Xander goes as Batman, but what he got was someone else under the hood.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Theme: Heroic XanderStriderMewFR1811,4360154,9712 Jan 102 Jan 10No
-DEATH'S DARK KNIGHT-


Disclaimer: Buffy and every other show that will feature in my story are owned by their respective creators and producers, although they would bear some resemblance to the originals, I severely modified some things to fit the way I want the story to go. This story will be slow to update by the way as time allows, having two jobs plus family and all.


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ENTER THE BAT?

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The figure wavered where he stood as the world around him came into focus. The last thing he remembered was taking a swan dive off of a building after being hit by gunfire along with his enemy, Carlton Lehah.

For some reason he felt lighter. He unconsciously ran a hand over his head and stopped suddenly, not believing what he felt. He looked down at himself and saw something he thought he’d never see again.

He was wearing THE SUIT.

He dropped to a crouch when his situational awareness kicked in and realized he wasn‘t alone in the street. His very posture honed by The System urged him to take up a defensive position as he subtly took stock of where he was while he prepared to deal with whatever threat he felt was coming. The street was littered with creatures of various sizes, some human, others not so human. From the looks of things, he was in a suburban area. A quick glance of what he could see of the stars above told him that he was nowhere near Gotham, but somewhere close to, or around California. If he would hazard a guess, someplace near Los Angeles.

While no stranger to displacement, which was sometimes wrought about due to his programming, the current situation he found himself was by far the oddest. He raised a hidden eyebrow when he saw a redheaded teen running toward him crying out for a “Xander”, whatever that may be. His eyes widened a little when, instead of avoiding the parked vehicle in the street, she passed through it to get to him.

“I am NOT a Xander, whatever that may be.” He said, trying to inflect the tone of his voice with that of the true Bat as he faced an apparently immaterial young woman. This in turn gave him another surprise as he found out, to his dismay, that the voice that came out of his mouth sounded far younger than what he remembered.

What the hell was going on? He thought.

“Oh no!” The redhead gasped as she realized who she might be actually talking to. “Uh, I know that this may seem far-fetched to you, but my friend, Xander, dressed as you for Halloween. And now for some reason, he turned into you.”

The man tilted his head as he pondered this, while indeed far-fetched, it was the only theory he had at the moment that somehow seemed to fit. If that was the case, then somehow magic was involved. He patted the costume he wore and swore when he couldn’t find the remote transmitter for the batmobile in the compartment where it should be among the devices usually festooned on the Bat’s utility belt. Instead, he found some rather odd weapons not usually commonplace in even the Bat‘s arsenal unless he was on a specific mission. One of them was a bottle of what appeared to be water.

The other one was a pointed piece of wood.

His eyes narrowed as The System peppered him with a possible explanation for the weapons as he stared at the redhead. “Tell me more.” He said. “But as we move along to find a more secure location.”

“We still need to find Buffy.” She said. He didn‘t budge, so she added. “She’s a Slayer, a fighter of the supernatural. A superhero like you. She dressed as a 18th century noblewoman, and whatever is happening tonight, I think she also became one.”

“If I am following your reasoning, then she could be more of a danger to herself than to others if she went as one of those stereotypical vapid courtesans.” He growled. “Let’s find her then, and get you both to a secure location.”

“Her house is nearby.” She told him as they ran.

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The night was a strange one, even for the stand-in Bat. They found Buffy a couple of blocks from where they began and high-tailed it back to her house. Once inside, he took stock of his situation and frowned at what he saw in the mirror. The young man he had apparently been possessing, was not in the peak of human conditioning. From the hints the redheaded ghost dropped, the young teen whose body he was in also fought alongside the Slayer in her fight against the supernatural. The mirror alone told him that the kid was barely a fighter, and he sincerely hoped the short blond they dragged back to her house wasn’t using him as bait.

He took off the mask and studied his reflection. The young man the redhead called Xander looked a little bit like a younger version of Bruce Wayne. He analytically eyed the body and noticed that the youth was in semi-decent shape, albeit not enough for someone to be considered battle-ready. To his dismay, he also noticed the reason why his body felt lighter than normal, the costume he was wearing did NOT have any sort of armor whatsoever. Not even Wayne would be stupid enough to wear the cape and cowl without the least bit of protection.

Diminished physical strength, no body armor, little to no weapons, it was starting to sound like a very bad dream for the stand-in Bat.

A loud scream from outside broke him from his self-study, he pushed the cowl back in place and rushed out to find something that looked like a B-movie werewolf attack someone dressed similarly to Catwoman. With The System’s guidance, he used a variation of Aikido to deter the supposedly possessed creature and bodily dragged the frantic woman into the Slayer‘s house.

Once inside, the redhead explained the situation to the young woman. To their surprise, not only was she not possessed, but the stand-in Bat now had a working solution as to who was causing this mess. After getting a few facts from the woman the redhead called Cordelia, who got her costume from Party Town, this Ethan’s bears investigation. He ordered them to stay put and exited the house. Forgoing stealth, the stand-in Bat boosted a nearby vehicle and made his way to Ethan’s with the directions the redhead gave him.

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He parked a block away from the store, scaled his way to the roof of an adjacent building and stealthy approached his target. Once there, he studied the area and decided to enter the rear entrance. With nary a sound, he broke in and kept to the shadows.

At least that was the idea, he cursed as his foot hit a box with something breakable inside just as his eyes adjusted to the darkness within.

“Ripper?” A male voice tinged with a British accent called out from deep within the store. “Noticed my handiwork early did you? I wonder who told you, as I’m sure every one of your little friends turned into the costumes I gave them.”

The stand-in Bat used the direction of the voice as a focal point and circled around the source. Making sure to not trip over anything, he stealthily crept behind a 40-ish looking man and applied a shiatsu point at the base of the man’s jugular.

Ethan Rayne went down like a light.

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Why the hell does my head feel heavy? Ethan thought as he came to. The chaos mage opened his eyes and soon regretted it. With a sharp exclamation of surprise and fear, the chaos mage found himself tied up and dangling off the roof of his store. A gloved hand grabbed Ethan by his hair and hauled the mage toward its owner as Ethan faced a very, very angry-looking Batman.

Even if Ethan knew that the person was just under the spell, he knew who Batman was and what he can do. That, with the man’s surly disposition coupled with the blood rushing to the mage’s head, made for a very intimidating individual even if he wasn‘t the real comic book Bat.

“You know who I am.” He growled into Ethan’s ashen face as the mage nodded in fright. “Then you know what I’m going to do to you if you don’t tell me what I need to hear.”

“Br-break the bust of Janus.” Ethan said. “Inside the store.”

The Batman stand-in’s eyes narrowed as he studied Ethan’s face for any signs of duplicity, after finding none, he drew back his other arm and knocked the mage out cold.

Time to end this, he thought as he took down the unconscious mage along with him back into the store.

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To be continued?

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The End?

You have reached the end of "Death's Dark Knight" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 2 Jan 10.

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