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First Interlude with a Slayer

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This story is No. 3 in the series "An Ode to a City". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: A different view

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DC Universe > Batman > Drusilla-CenteredbatzulgerFR1319700101,88330 Jan 1030 Jan 10Yes
I first met her when I was fighting Killer Croc.

I had been just a poor kid from the shittiest part of Gotham, right off of Crime Alley. My mom and Leslie, my older sister, both worked, but it was always a fight to make rent and utilities. My pops took off when I was two so I never really knew him. And I can say pretty clearly that our lives pretty much sucked.

It was the 20th of May, no way in hell I was going to forget that day. I'm coming home from school when this white haired woman appears floating in front of me. She says just one thing, "Are you ready to be strong?"

I stopped for a second and said, "Yeah, who isn't?" She smiles and disappears, then wham, I feel I could do anything and my head gets crowded with all the images that pour into it. Girls like me, all fighting and killing monsters. After a few seconds the flow of images stops and I stagger a little from the head rush. I could feel then was that 'they' were out there and it was my job to stop 'them' whoever or whatever 'they' were. I made it home that okay, but that night I snuck out and started hunting. I had no fucking clue what I was doing, but I stopped a couple of muggers and a rapist before I made it home.

Fighting these bigger guys, even when I felt down to my bones that I could kick their asses, scared the crap out of me, so I didn't go out for a few nights. I even told myself I wasn't going to do it again, I didn't want to become a statistic, and I didn't want my mom to cry. That promise lasted three days, tops.

I kept going out at night, bashing muggers, arsonists, rapists, whatever lowlifes I could find. I started getting high on myself for the scum I was taking out. I felt like the Bat must when he scores a takedown. He's real you know, I saw him during No Man's Land, kicking ass and taking names. Then I ran into Croc.

I friend of mine's mom used to hook, and she had had him as one of her regular Johns. Apparently he liked it rough, and didn't mind going a little fist city on his partner so he could smell the blood. Sick right? Anyway, I saw him thumping Dan Dorsett's stepfather for some reason or other. Now Croc is a known bad guy and I had heard he even messed up the Bat pretty bad, but like I said, I was pretty high on my new awesomeness.

I got two good kicks in and really sweet uppercut, but that just pissed him off and he just hauled back and smashed me in the face. I couldn't see anything and all I could hear was this roaring sound. I shook my head trying to clear it and stood up, when my vision cleared, all I saw was this massive fist coming straight for my head again. I rolled to one side just in time to watch it turn a wall into dust and brick chips. He caught with his other fist and then grabbed my head and started lifting me off the ground.

At that moment, she arrived. She was wearing a long flowing black dress and she appeared like magic from what looked like the trunk of a tree. Her hair was loose and with her pale skin she looked like some kind of ghost or spirit.

"And what do you suppose the stars are singing?", she had this beautiful English accent and talked like she was just asking about the weather. Whatever Croc thought she said, it pissed him off more then I had and he drops me one the ground and takes off after her. It was awesome how she played him. She just stepped gently aside everytime he swung so all hit was air. After a while she looked like she was bored, so she grabbed him by his swinging fists and started dancing with him. That's when Croc really lost his shit. He bellowed and tossed her away from him, but she just landed on her feet and curtsied to him.

She still had this smile on her face when he plowed into her at full speed sending her slamming into a tree, and you could see where he had ripped huge cuts in her stomach. I was still on the ground and could only watch as he grabbed her around the neck. She kicked a little and then got real still. He walked back over to me still carrying her like a broken doll and raised his foot to curb stomp the hell out of me when in a bluish blur, the Question saved both of our asses with a flying drop kick to the side of Croc's skull. The next thing I saw was the almost seven foot tall Killer Croc, being picked up like a load of garbage and thrown head-first into a tree by a woman shorter and smaller than me.

I don't remember much about what happened later except waking up with Dr. Thompkins watching me. She told me some woman who called herself Drusilla had brought me in and had babbled something about toys and then taken off, and oh yes she said she would contact you later.

So that's how I met her, and she's been nothing but straight up and kind with me from the start. If you got a problem with her, you'll have to go through me first.




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