The Truth Behind His Life

Title: The Truth Behind His Life

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Batman

Part: 10

Characters: Harley, Joker, Selena, Nightwing, Xander

Word count: 1,097

AN: Wow...so long time no see on this story, hasn't it been? *chuckles* I am sorry about that you guys but I had a few other things to finish off before this one. I have other stories waiting for this to be finished so enjoy this time. :D

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“Say what now?” Harley asked. The Joker’s eyes were wide as he stared at his ex-lover and now close friend.

‘Or as close as two criminals can get,’ he silently mused.

“Like I said, there are a lot of creatures out there that make most of the people and criminals of Gotham look rather normal,” Selena hummed, lips thinning as she flipped the folder open again. “Due to my family’s abilities, we have contacts in that world that gives us information on what is going on. The mayor, the information about the man…I just thought that it was rumors. He was a warlock, an oath breaker, or so we think. And he was trying to become an immortal the hard way.”

“So, Alexander went up against a guy who couldn’t be killed?” Joker asked, his mind twitching at the thought that his child could be like him.

“If he had gone up against the man before the final ritual, I would have worried, but since it was at the end of it? The man wasn’t immortal by then, but still very dangerous,” she said, leaning back with the report in the hand. “The explosion was probably the closest thing that they could get to a volcano.”

“So this has happened before?” Joker asked, eyebrows rising upwards.

“Once that I know of. This particular ritual takes lot of steps and take thousands of years to complete, or can,” Selena explained, running a hand through her hair with a slight frown on her lips. “From what I gathered, they figured Alexander was the brains behind the explosions but they didn’t have any proof for it.”

“So, he got your brains and my tendencies for explosions,” Joker laughed, smile spreading as he shook his head.

”Indeed,” the brunette snorted, shaking her head at the males glee at the new information.

“It also looks as if the Sunnydale school system sucks. They favored some people and hated others,” Harley said, voice serious. “Almost as if they were out to get your kid for whatever reason.”

“Probably due to his blood. I’ve heard that Sunnydale tends to try to keep those with power,” Selena replied.

“Well if they were trying to keep him, it didn’t work, or so it seems,” the Joker drawled, eyes narrowing as he thought about what had been done to his sweet child. His only piece of true sanity that had been left in the world had been mistreated.

Pushing the thoughts aside, the insane clown stared at his ex-lover as she and Harley once more started to go over the file. It was amazing how the two got along, even with how his blond lover tended to act even more like a loon than himself sometimes.

It was alarming to his odd, off, fractured mind to be with the two who were as calm as they were.

“Do you think he’s strange from living there?” he suddenly asked, Harley and Selena looking over to him with curious expressions. “I ask because, let’s face it girls, we’re not the sanest bunch. Add in Sunnydales influence? It’s a valid question,” he stated, making the two women exchange looks.

“Well, you never know. At least not until you talk to him. That is if he didn’t inherit my ability to be slippery if I really want to be,” Selena drawled, standing up and moving to a file cabinet. Opening the locked container, she knelt down and placed the information that Harley had found next to the other information she had found on Alexander over the years.

“Do you think I can get copies of your information?” Harley asked, standing up from her spot, the Joker watching with a vaguely curious expression on his face. Selena stood up, shoving the drawer closed with one food and locking the file cabinet once more.

“Of course. Not that I was able to find anything on him as good as your information,” she said as the other woman smiled brightly.

“I had time to look. Still do since Mr. J and I are layin’ low for a while since the Batman and his clan are looking for us after that ball,” she said, waving one hand. “You on the other hand are very busy,” Harley continued, Selena smiling as Joker stood in his lazy, graceful way.

“Come along, my dear. It is time to scurry back to our little nest once more,” Joker drawled, eyes sparkling.

“Comin’, puddin’!” Harley chirped, bouncing after the man as Selena watched them leave, a soft smile dancing on her lips.

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Lowering the sound wand, Nightwing looked over to his companion and raised an eyebrow as Xander removed his headphones. Reaching up, the hero removed his own, eyebrow heading for his hair line as the lean man hummed lowly.

“Magic users?” Nightwing asked lowly, breaking down the listening equipment and tucking it away into a black box.

“Well, it would explain my odd ability to retain any information from spirits, including a copy of the spirits themselves,” Xander mused, tilting his head to the side.

“Indeed,” was the dry reply, the shorter male giving him a low powered glare. Xander turned back to the window of Selenas bedroom. Nightwing took the chance to appreciate the view of his roommates backside before him.

Xander had decided to wear an entirely black outfit, or so it seemed, so he could stay hidden for the most part. He wore black jeans that conformed to his legs, hips and ass while a long sleeved shirt covered his upper torso, acting like a second skin. Simple black tennis shoes sat on his feet, making no noise as he moved. Over that, he wore a coat that could be flipped to a dark crimson color, the hem brushing the ground with every step he took.

All in all, pretty good looking in Nightwing’s eyes; not that he would ever admit that to the younger man. But by the smirk he was getting, Xander already knew about his feelings.

“How pissed is Batman gonna be when he finds out you used the equipment in such a way?” he asked as he pulled his hood upwards, covering his head and shadowing most of his face.

“Very. He might come to try to glare you into submission,” Nightwing said, getting a bark of laughter.

“He can try. A pissed off Angel who has to deal with his grandchilde is scarier,” Xander drawled as he headed for the fire escape. “I’m heading home.

 

“See ya there,” Nightwing said as his friend disappeared down the side of the building.