The Truth Behind His Life

Title: The Truth Behind His Life

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Batman

Chapter: 6

Word Count: 574

AN: HAPPY NEW YEAR! Okay, so I'm still 4 hours off but still. I have my nice spiked coffee (Irish cream okay? Balies or something like that) and have had some chicken tacos.



I'm going to go finish off my other partially typed item before reading some more and then working on a story that has been sitting on my damn computer for two years! *headdesk* I finally rewrote the bitch.



*staggers off*

Edited: September 10, 2012

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Looking around with bored eyes, Xander sipped his soda, one finger tapping idly as he watched as Bruce Wayne made the women around him swoon.

It kinda annoyed him actually.

Shifting to watch Dick move through the crowd, he couldn’t help but admire the smooth grace that he moved with, liking how he looked in his tuxedo. He had said it once, he would say it again: Dick looked good in a tux. Smiling lightly as the other came up to him and laid a hand on his lower back, Xander tilted his head to the side.

“What has you bouncing?” Xander asked behind his glass as Dick used his own to block his answer.

“The usual. Joker is supposed to be dropping by,” Dick said, getting a raised eyebrow and dark eyes looking at him with curiosity.

“So we’re to play bait?” the smaller male asked, getting a smirk in reply. “Good thing I like dangerous jewelry.”

“How so?” Dick asked, reaching up to stroke a bit of Xander’s hair out of his face.

“Hair sticks can be turned into blades,” Xander replied, enjoying the touch. “Very deadly blades.”

“Nice,” Dick snickered as the sound of breaking glass filled the air along with the sounds of crazed laughter. “Our guests are here. Be back in a flash.” Waving the other off, Xander looked to the buffet and picked up a plate, setting his glass down on an empty tray that was held by a waiter. Plucking a couple of slices of a soft white cheese and a complementing sweet cracker up, he idly stepped past someone who was trying to get away.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A party? And no one invited us?” rang out over the crowd as they moved closer to each other. Xander ignored it and chose a small bunch of grapes before moving on down the table. Humming, he plucked a couple of meat pieces up and nibbled them with a bit of his cheese. Ignoring the hyena that came up to him, he found a chair and sat down. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow at the rather interesting hyena and finished his bite.

“Sit.”

The hyena sat down and Xander smirked, tossing it a bit of meat. “Good boy,” he hummed.

“Hey! What did you do to my baby?” a high voice exclaimed near him. Looking up, he stared at the one who was called Harlequin, or Harley for short.

“He just knows a bigger predator when he sees one,” Xander replied, looking over the room and seeing Gothams resident heros already cleaning up Jokers goons. “You need a better class of henchmen. Really, they’re a joke and a rather pathetic one to,” he criticized before pushing a bit of hair back and pulling one of his hair sticks free.

Playing with it, he watched Harley huff and stalk off to complain to the Joker.

“Your mother is rather odd,” Xander told the hyena who just huffed and covered his nose with a paw. Settling the stick into his lap, he settled back to finish off his food, occasionally tossing a piece of something to his companion. He ignored the general din that was going on behind him. Watching as Nightwing skidded past him before running back the way he had come from, Xander eyed the other with a smirk.

Now, he just had to wait for papi dearest to make an appearance.