The fic now known as Gotham Nights -- part 4
Finally got Gotham Knight from Netflix and watched it last night... AWESOME. I loved it. The anime artwork was beautiful.
Anyway, in honor of that movie and because I just think this name is too awesome and cheesy not to use for this silly fic, I have christened the Buffy/Bruce series "Gotham Nights." I consulted the google, which tells me that this was also a Batman comic miniseries in the 90s -- so for anyone who already knew that, this story is in no way related to anything found in that miniseries, except for the Batman himself.
This series might end up going on for a while, so in order to avoid flooding my fic tag with snippets of stuff, all entries can be found under the Gotham Nights tag. Eventually I may end up with an actual summary and stuff, even. :P
Gotham was a city designed to make her job harder, Buffy decided. Dark corners and alleys everywhere, abandoned buildings, and a huge network of tunnels underneath the city made this place a vampire paradise.
The city was crawling with criminals, too, many of them in bizarre costumes and disguises. The Sunnydale method of stake first, ask questions later was no longer effective. Not unless she wanted to stake some poor lunatic in an alley by mistake, and she’d already been there, seen that, never wanted to experience it for herself. Instead, she had to resort to an older method: making herself the bait.
Walking slowly along the riverfront, she sang softly under her breath, looking around at the buildings and warehouses like a tourist on her first trip to the big city. A tourist stupid enough to walk around Gotham at night. Yeah, right.
She’d just passed the open mouth of a dark alley when she heard footsteps behind her, and knew her trap had worked. “You lost, little girl?” a low voice asked.
“What?” Buffy asked innocently, turning to face him. It was a man of normal height, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. “Oh yes, can you tell me where to find the ferry boarding area? I just get so turned around down here.”
“I can show you where to go,” he said, stepping forward, too close. Buffy was reminded of the way Bruce had stepped into her personal space the first time they met. Different.
Buffy watched closely for signs that the man before her was more than just a common criminal. When he drew close enough to touch, she had her confirmation: when Bruce stood this close, she had felt the heat of his body soaking through her skin. Now, she felt nothing but the cold wind off the harbor. She reached behind her back and grasped the stake tucked in her waistband.
The vamp paused and looked around, as if he’d heard something.
“Hello?” Buffy said. “I’m waiting, here.”
He shook his head and his features changed, revealing the demon inside -- ridges across his brow appeared, his eyes took on a yellow gleam, and fangs descended from his gums. Then, he lunged.
Buffy spun into a kick, hitting him in the shoulder and driving him backward.
Unused to fighting a slayer, probably unaware that she was even more than a myth, the vamp stumbled backward in surprise. Buffy pushed her advantage, and it was only a moment before she shoved the stake through his heart and his body dissolved into dust.
From within the alley, hidden by dark shadows, Batman watched.
Buffy brushed dust off her clothes, tucked her wooden stake out of sight, and fluffed up her hair before she walked off, humming to herself.
Batman fired a line up to the nearest rooftop, and a moment later he was gone, too. There was research to do.
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I'm gonna take a few days off from this to polish and post a long fic I've been working on for months... but Bruce and Buffy will return next Wednesday or Thursday. :)
Anyway, in honor of that movie and because I just think this name is too awesome and cheesy not to use for this silly fic, I have christened the Buffy/Bruce series "Gotham Nights." I consulted the google, which tells me that this was also a Batman comic miniseries in the 90s -- so for anyone who already knew that, this story is in no way related to anything found in that miniseries, except for the Batman himself.
This series might end up going on for a while, so in order to avoid flooding my fic tag with snippets of stuff, all entries can be found under the Gotham Nights tag. Eventually I may end up with an actual summary and stuff, even. :P
Gotham was a city designed to make her job harder, Buffy decided. Dark corners and alleys everywhere, abandoned buildings, and a huge network of tunnels underneath the city made this place a vampire paradise.
The city was crawling with criminals, too, many of them in bizarre costumes and disguises. The Sunnydale method of stake first, ask questions later was no longer effective. Not unless she wanted to stake some poor lunatic in an alley by mistake, and she’d already been there, seen that, never wanted to experience it for herself. Instead, she had to resort to an older method: making herself the bait.
Walking slowly along the riverfront, she sang softly under her breath, looking around at the buildings and warehouses like a tourist on her first trip to the big city. A tourist stupid enough to walk around Gotham at night. Yeah, right.
She’d just passed the open mouth of a dark alley when she heard footsteps behind her, and knew her trap had worked. “You lost, little girl?” a low voice asked.
“What?” Buffy asked innocently, turning to face him. It was a man of normal height, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. “Oh yes, can you tell me where to find the ferry boarding area? I just get so turned around down here.”
“I can show you where to go,” he said, stepping forward, too close. Buffy was reminded of the way Bruce had stepped into her personal space the first time they met. Different.
Buffy watched closely for signs that the man before her was more than just a common criminal. When he drew close enough to touch, she had her confirmation: when Bruce stood this close, she had felt the heat of his body soaking through her skin. Now, she felt nothing but the cold wind off the harbor. She reached behind her back and grasped the stake tucked in her waistband.
The vamp paused and looked around, as if he’d heard something.
“Hello?” Buffy said. “I’m waiting, here.”
He shook his head and his features changed, revealing the demon inside -- ridges across his brow appeared, his eyes took on a yellow gleam, and fangs descended from his gums. Then, he lunged.
Buffy spun into a kick, hitting him in the shoulder and driving him backward.
Unused to fighting a slayer, probably unaware that she was even more than a myth, the vamp stumbled backward in surprise. Buffy pushed her advantage, and it was only a moment before she shoved the stake through his heart and his body dissolved into dust.
From within the alley, hidden by dark shadows, Batman watched.
Buffy brushed dust off her clothes, tucked her wooden stake out of sight, and fluffed up her hair before she walked off, humming to herself.
Batman fired a line up to the nearest rooftop, and a moment later he was gone, too. There was research to do.
continued here
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I'm gonna take a few days off from this to polish and post a long fic I've been working on for months... but Bruce and Buffy will return next Wednesday or Thursday. :)