Disclaimer: as per usual, I don't own the rights to Buffy or Justice League. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I'll put them back when I'm done.
Chapter the Fourth
Buffy changed into a pair of workout clothes before heading to the area she had designated as her exercise space. She hadn't found an apartment she liked yet, but she hadn't stopped looking. Bruce was going to be tied up all day and she didn't like the idea of going to Alfred with things she considered minor inconveniences. The mansion had to have an exercise room somewhere, and she could only hope that maybe she could persuade Bruce to lead her directly there without having to go all sneaky ninja, cause that just wasn't her style. Nor was beating the information out of him, he wasn't some sleaze ball informant that catered to the demon population.
Alfred glanced at the clock in the kitchen as he tidied up the breakfast things wondering where exactly the master's guest was and why she hadn't come down to breakfast yet. True it was only nine in the morning and Master Wayne had been gone since half past six, but certainly Miss Summers would have come downstairs by now. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to go and check on her. Perhaps take a tray of breakfast things up as well. Couldn't hurt, might help.
Hearing a sound at the door, Buffy turned, grabbed a letter opener from the nearby table and threw it towards the door, before blushing scarlet at the sound of Alfred's gasp. "I'm sorry Alfred, I didn't know it was you. I'm used to protecting myself and forgot that I'm not alone here."
"Yes miss, I was a touch worried that you hadn't come down to breakfast yet so I thought I'd bring something up for you." He glanced down at the slowly spreading puddle of milk and orange juice. As well as broken glass ware. "Perhaps if you were to unpin me from the wall I might be able to get this cleaned up and then go prepare another tray for you."
Buffy paled and blushed as she went and helped pry the letter opener out of the wall and inspected Alfred's shoulder, "looks like you might have a shallow cut there sir. If you'd like I can get that cleaned and bandaged for you before Mr. Wayne comes home." Buffy glanced up at him. "I'm sorry about the damage to the wall."
"If I may be so bold as to inquire. How on earth did you ever learn to throw a letter opener like that." Alfred asked as he hurried to the nearby storage closet and pulled out a bucket of cleaning supplies as well as a broom and dust pan.
"I had to protect myself and my community a lot in my old line of work. I'd rather not go into details, it'd get a little weird." Buffy stated looking down at the ground rather abruptly, (as though a little weird could even begin to describe Sunnydale) she thought. "So do you mind me asking how exactly Mr. Wayne and Batman know each other so well? I thought it kinda weird that he pulled the ether rag on me when we were driving home. It's almost as bad as Black Frost Beer, except I didn't go all cave Buffy."
Alfred coughed discretely as he proceeded to clean up the breakfast things. Ignoring the second part of the question entirely. "Mr. Wayne and Batman know each other because Bruce did some legal work with Batman and Batman assisted with some detective work."
"Yeah but that doesn't really explain how they know each other. Does Bruce know what Batman looks like behind the mask, and how exactly does Bruce stay so fit. I don't see him as the type to go to the gym like the average person. He's loaded, he must have some state of the art training facility somewhere in the mansion. I'd love to try it out and work out some of my excess energy and tension." Buffy asked as she offered her assistance with cleaning. "Should I maybe ask Bruce about it later?"
Alfred looked askance, "Ask Master Wayne about what exactly?"
"Oh the training room thing. It'd probably be considered rude to tell him that I know from my old line of work that he and Batman are one and the same. I'm not the kind to blab other people's personal secrets." She paused with a stammer, "and I just said it didn't I. Great, score one for being tactless."
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to keep that theory to yourself Miss Summers until such time as Master Wayne can speak with you about your old line of work and so forth. There are still many things unknown about you that may put you rather firmly in the dangerous column." Alfred stated stiffly. "Now, I will go and prepare another breakfast for you. I have it on good authority that Lex Luthor will be here at ten to take you out apartment shopping and so forth."
Buffy nodded, "I get the hint thing. I'll keep mum, and get dressed and all prettied up. I'll be down in about thirty minutes." Buffy watched as Alfred left the room, before she herself returned to the corner where her bedroom was situated. "Once again I manage to stick my foot in my mouth and make a bad impression on Mr. Waynes butler and friend. So not a good thing to do." She frowned, "I do hope I'm not about to find myself out of a friend and house."
Alfred hurried towards the kitchen as quickly as he could, hoping to catch Bruce when he wasn't busy with meetings or appointments, "Master Wayne isn't going to like this bit of news at all. I do hope he won't go off on me or assume that I told her about his secret. But what was that girl rambling on about with Cave Buffy and such. She's far too young to have done half the things she said she has done."
Upon reaching the kitchen, Alfred dialed Bruce Wayne's work phone. When the phone on the other end was picked up. Alfred spoke as calmly as he could. "Master Wayne, Miss Summers has an interesting theory on yourself and Batman. In fact, I'm afraid she knows something."
end of chapter.