First Contact

100-word BtVS / DC crossover Drabble. No spoilers. Characters are the property of their respective creators and are used without any intention of infringing copyright. This story may not be distributed on a profit-making basis.

First Contact

By Marcus L. Rowland

Voices, an engine, straps binding him, something over his eyes. He lies, groggy, feigns unconsciousness.

"He's human." A woman, Californian.

"You sure?" Another woman, same accent.

"All tests negative."

"Twenty bucks, B." Woman again, Boston.

"What now?"

"Release him."

"What about the mask?"

"We agreed, no peeking if he's human."

"Aren't you curious?"

"Nope. So not our problem."

"Where we gonna leave him?"

"Somewhere safe... that car park."

"Works for me."

The van stops. He's lifted out, it roars away. When he's free of the stretcher they're gone. He gathers evidence, then heads back to the Batmobile.

This isn't over.