Bat Patrol
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maevebranTitle:Bat Patrol
Author:Maeve Bran
Fandom: Batman – Nolan verse
Rated: PG 13
Notes: For the Twisted Shorts August Fic a day challenge.
Summary: Buffy joins the Batman for a patrol.
Word Count:809
Alfred carried a package into the new Bat Bunker. Lucius had brought it by but Buffy and Bruce were out on the town. Bruce certainly was doing a good job of showing off the blond in the most fantastic manner. They had appeared at all the high society hang outs. They were making waves in the society pages and rampant speculation was growing on whether Buffy (and what kind of name was Buffy anyway?) could be the future Mrs. Wayne.
Alfred had caught the pair laughing hysterically one day. He asked what about and was shown the article that speculated that the former cheerleader would soon be Bruce Wayne's bride. Alfred smiled because the truth would be so far from what anyone could imagine. The truth was that Bruce and Buffy had agreed to join forces to “fight the good fight” as Buffy put it.
Alfred also knew that even if Bruce and Buffy didn't, she was good for Bruce. He smiled more. Sure some of that was at the rather unorthodox way she phrased things but still it had Bruce smiling. As Buffy would say, “That was of the good.” Alfred chuckled to himself that Buffy was rubbing off on more than just Bruce.
He deposited his load and went back to his duties, he did have a bat cavern to pick up. There was discarded bloody clothing and the paraphernalia of Bruce's latest attempts at self first aid. He knew that Bruce might not care, but he, Alfred Pennyworth, had a certain standard to maintain. He had just gotten everything that needed to go back to the penthouse into a tidy bundle when Bruce and Buffy came in from where ever they had gone to dinner. He believed that Espace was mentioned.
“Alfred, what is this?” Bruce asked pointing at the package.
“It came from Mr. Fox for Miss Summers,” Alfred intoned with his customary dignity.
“Ooh. I can't wait to see what it is. You two were so cryptic with all your talk of spelunking,” Buffy practically bounced over to Alfred and took the package from him. She set it down on the table and opened it. Inside was a suit.
“It looks just like your suit, Bruce,” Buffy pointed out.
“That was the idea. If you were going to join me and I couldn't prevent it then I wanted you to have as much protection as possible,” Bruce explained.
Buffy started to take the pieces out of the box and examine them. “How am I going to get it on?”
“I'll help you, Miss Summers,” Alfred volunteered. “Start with this body suit.”
Buffy took the garment and looked at it quizzically. “It's super flexible but still helps hide body heat signature,” Bruce explained.
Buffy looked around for somewhere private to change. There was no where. “Um guys?” She asked. “Where do I change?”
Bruce looked at Alfred who looked at Bruce. “There is nothing for it, Master Wayne. I think we will have to go sit in the Tumbler to give Miss Summers her privacy.”
Bruce frowned, “I think we can just turn our backs.”
Buffy hurried, once they had their backs turned, and got into the wet suit like garment. “I'm decent,” she called.
Bruce and Alfred helped her on with the rest of the suit. Bruce studied her with an intensity that made Buffy nervous.
“What?” she asked.
“Something's missing.” Bruce finally explained.
“Right you are, sir,” Alfred said as he walked over to the controls and activated the one to bring up the cabinet that held the bat- suit. He took out a cowl and handed it to Bruce, who put it on Buffy. Surprisingly enough it fit.
“Are you sure?” Buffy asked. “Won't you need it?”
“Oh, I'll have one too,” Bruce answered easily. Buffy gave him a questioning look. “After all I have about 10,000 of them.”
Bruce walked back over to the cabinet and started changing into the bat suit. Buffy took a moment to stare at the bare chest in front of her before she remembered to turn her back and give him the same curtousy he had given her.
“Ready to go Bat-girl?” Bruce asked after a while.
Buffy turned on him. “Bat-girl? Bat-girl!”
“Well I thought it sounded better than Bat-woman,” Bruce explained as he pressed the button on the remote and opened the tumbler.
“I prefer, Slayer,” Buffy said as she got into the tumbler.
They continued their good natured argument for a while. Alfred didn't know how long as Bruce eventually closed the access to the tumbler and drove off. All Alfred knew was that Bruce was much less brooding now that he had a side kick with him. Alfred quickly revised that opinion, Buffy was no side kick. She was the Slayer and no bat suit would change that.
Author:Maeve Bran
Fandom: Batman – Nolan verse
Rated: PG 13
Notes: For the Twisted Shorts August Fic a day challenge.
Summary: Buffy joins the Batman for a patrol.
Word Count:809
Alfred carried a package into the new Bat Bunker. Lucius had brought it by but Buffy and Bruce were out on the town. Bruce certainly was doing a good job of showing off the blond in the most fantastic manner. They had appeared at all the high society hang outs. They were making waves in the society pages and rampant speculation was growing on whether Buffy (and what kind of name was Buffy anyway?) could be the future Mrs. Wayne.
Alfred had caught the pair laughing hysterically one day. He asked what about and was shown the article that speculated that the former cheerleader would soon be Bruce Wayne's bride. Alfred smiled because the truth would be so far from what anyone could imagine. The truth was that Bruce and Buffy had agreed to join forces to “fight the good fight” as Buffy put it.
Alfred also knew that even if Bruce and Buffy didn't, she was good for Bruce. He smiled more. Sure some of that was at the rather unorthodox way she phrased things but still it had Bruce smiling. As Buffy would say, “That was of the good.” Alfred chuckled to himself that Buffy was rubbing off on more than just Bruce.
He deposited his load and went back to his duties, he did have a bat cavern to pick up. There was discarded bloody clothing and the paraphernalia of Bruce's latest attempts at self first aid. He knew that Bruce might not care, but he, Alfred Pennyworth, had a certain standard to maintain. He had just gotten everything that needed to go back to the penthouse into a tidy bundle when Bruce and Buffy came in from where ever they had gone to dinner. He believed that Espace was mentioned.
“Alfred, what is this?” Bruce asked pointing at the package.
“It came from Mr. Fox for Miss Summers,” Alfred intoned with his customary dignity.
“Ooh. I can't wait to see what it is. You two were so cryptic with all your talk of spelunking,” Buffy practically bounced over to Alfred and took the package from him. She set it down on the table and opened it. Inside was a suit.
“It looks just like your suit, Bruce,” Buffy pointed out.
“That was the idea. If you were going to join me and I couldn't prevent it then I wanted you to have as much protection as possible,” Bruce explained.
Buffy started to take the pieces out of the box and examine them. “How am I going to get it on?”
“I'll help you, Miss Summers,” Alfred volunteered. “Start with this body suit.”
Buffy took the garment and looked at it quizzically. “It's super flexible but still helps hide body heat signature,” Bruce explained.
Buffy looked around for somewhere private to change. There was no where. “Um guys?” She asked. “Where do I change?”
Bruce looked at Alfred who looked at Bruce. “There is nothing for it, Master Wayne. I think we will have to go sit in the Tumbler to give Miss Summers her privacy.”
Bruce frowned, “I think we can just turn our backs.”
Buffy hurried, once they had their backs turned, and got into the wet suit like garment. “I'm decent,” she called.
Bruce and Alfred helped her on with the rest of the suit. Bruce studied her with an intensity that made Buffy nervous.
“What?” she asked.
“Something's missing.” Bruce finally explained.
“Right you are, sir,” Alfred said as he walked over to the controls and activated the one to bring up the cabinet that held the bat- suit. He took out a cowl and handed it to Bruce, who put it on Buffy. Surprisingly enough it fit.
“Are you sure?” Buffy asked. “Won't you need it?”
“Oh, I'll have one too,” Bruce answered easily. Buffy gave him a questioning look. “After all I have about 10,000 of them.”
Bruce walked back over to the cabinet and started changing into the bat suit. Buffy took a moment to stare at the bare chest in front of her before she remembered to turn her back and give him the same curtousy he had given her.
“Ready to go Bat-girl?” Bruce asked after a while.
Buffy turned on him. “Bat-girl? Bat-girl!”
“Well I thought it sounded better than Bat-woman,” Bruce explained as he pressed the button on the remote and opened the tumbler.
“I prefer, Slayer,” Buffy said as she got into the tumbler.
They continued their good natured argument for a while. Alfred didn't know how long as Bruce eventually closed the access to the tumbler and drove off. All Alfred knew was that Bruce was much less brooding now that he had a side kick with him. Alfred quickly revised that opinion, Buffy was no side kick. She was the Slayer and no bat suit would change that.
