buffy/dc comics xover. no, really.
Feb. 29th, 2004 03:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holliI am a crazy person, and this is ALL TE'S FAULT. Damn her for getting me into the Batverse. More to come, at least in theory.
It's a clear night, unexpected for San Francisco. Tim's taking advantage of it by patrolling with a few of the Titans-- after all, crime's gotta appreciate a nice night as much as everybody else. Kon's flying, keeping an eye on Bart's distant blurry form, Tim's vaulting roof to roof. It's as close to nice as anything gets, for superpeople.
And then reality kind of *blinks,* like the whole world stood up too fast and got dizzy. Tim staggers midleap, and barely makes his next handhold; Kon swoops down towards him, looking seriously freaked. And Bart zips up, already letting loose a torrent of babble. "Did you guys feel that? That was weird, like-- like someone grabbed my brain and twisted, or something. Is this an alternate universe? I hope it's not that, that's always weird with the doubles and the Spock with a beard and usually leather pants and-- did you hear that?"
They did. Not a scream, more like a...snarl.
Kon takes off, with Tim half a second behind him, but Bart's already there and back, gesticulating wildly from a street corner. "Over here!"
Tim shoots a line out and swings across the street, running across the rooftop to see down into the alley. Two people-- women-- fighting a bunch of frankly unpleasant-looking guys, and looking more evenly matched than they have any right to. There's a van parked at the end of the alley, cutting off access to the street, and the driver's leaning out the window, trying to aim a-- a crossbow, of all things-- at the attackers not actively pummeling his lady friends. He looks up as Tim's shadow falls over him-- one eye catches the light, the other most definitely does not. All the more odd for him to have a weapon that calls for depth perception, unless the eyepatch is just for show. And see-through.
When he sees Tim, his jaw drops. Literally-- not something you see too often, full-out open-mouth goggling. But by now Kon's getting to do all the pummeling, and that's hardly fair, so Tim puts aside thoughts of confused one-eyed men and kicks one of the mangier-looking thugs in the head.
Then the younger of the two girls stabs the guy in the chest with a wooden stick. Crossbow guy fires, hitting one of Kon's pummellees in the back with surprising accuracy. And the taller, curvier girl swings an impressive-looking axe at another thug's neck, neatly decapitating him. And all three dissolve into nothing.
Now it's Tim's turn to goggle. And Kon's-- they'd both been hitting people a few seconds ago, and suddenly they're alone in an alley with three killers and a lot of dust.
The younger girl's eyes widen when she gets a good look at Kon, and wider still when she sees Tim. "Xander, isn't that-- aren't they--"
The guy nods weakly. "Uh, yeah. I couldn't tell you which one, though-- too bad we didn't bring Andrew along... no, actually, not even for this do I regret leaving Andrew."
The older girl speaks up. "He gave me a whole lesson about this once, actually." She points at Tim. "I think he's the third one-- the costume. Andrew made a slideshow." The other two shoot her doubtful looks. "Hey! I paid *some* attention to it. Guy made an effort."
Before Tim or Kon or even Bart can speak-- and Bart's *quivering* with something he wants to say, and there's a fair amount of recognition on his face too-- that wrench in reality happens again, and suddenly the alley is empty. No van, no medieval weaponry. Not even the settling piles of dust are left.
And Cassie's on all their comms, startlingly loud against the silent alley, demanding to know where the hell they've been, there's a situation and she's been calling them ten minutes already. Tim and Bart and Kon shrug a "too weird to deal with now" at one another, and make haste for the Tower.
It's not like this has been *especially* weird. Not for *them.*
It's a clear night, unexpected for San Francisco. Tim's taking advantage of it by patrolling with a few of the Titans-- after all, crime's gotta appreciate a nice night as much as everybody else. Kon's flying, keeping an eye on Bart's distant blurry form, Tim's vaulting roof to roof. It's as close to nice as anything gets, for superpeople.
And then reality kind of *blinks,* like the whole world stood up too fast and got dizzy. Tim staggers midleap, and barely makes his next handhold; Kon swoops down towards him, looking seriously freaked. And Bart zips up, already letting loose a torrent of babble. "Did you guys feel that? That was weird, like-- like someone grabbed my brain and twisted, or something. Is this an alternate universe? I hope it's not that, that's always weird with the doubles and the Spock with a beard and usually leather pants and-- did you hear that?"
They did. Not a scream, more like a...snarl.
Kon takes off, with Tim half a second behind him, but Bart's already there and back, gesticulating wildly from a street corner. "Over here!"
Tim shoots a line out and swings across the street, running across the rooftop to see down into the alley. Two people-- women-- fighting a bunch of frankly unpleasant-looking guys, and looking more evenly matched than they have any right to. There's a van parked at the end of the alley, cutting off access to the street, and the driver's leaning out the window, trying to aim a-- a crossbow, of all things-- at the attackers not actively pummeling his lady friends. He looks up as Tim's shadow falls over him-- one eye catches the light, the other most definitely does not. All the more odd for him to have a weapon that calls for depth perception, unless the eyepatch is just for show. And see-through.
When he sees Tim, his jaw drops. Literally-- not something you see too often, full-out open-mouth goggling. But by now Kon's getting to do all the pummeling, and that's hardly fair, so Tim puts aside thoughts of confused one-eyed men and kicks one of the mangier-looking thugs in the head.
Then the younger of the two girls stabs the guy in the chest with a wooden stick. Crossbow guy fires, hitting one of Kon's pummellees in the back with surprising accuracy. And the taller, curvier girl swings an impressive-looking axe at another thug's neck, neatly decapitating him. And all three dissolve into nothing.
Now it's Tim's turn to goggle. And Kon's-- they'd both been hitting people a few seconds ago, and suddenly they're alone in an alley with three killers and a lot of dust.
The younger girl's eyes widen when she gets a good look at Kon, and wider still when she sees Tim. "Xander, isn't that-- aren't they--"
The guy nods weakly. "Uh, yeah. I couldn't tell you which one, though-- too bad we didn't bring Andrew along... no, actually, not even for this do I regret leaving Andrew."
The older girl speaks up. "He gave me a whole lesson about this once, actually." She points at Tim. "I think he's the third one-- the costume. Andrew made a slideshow." The other two shoot her doubtful looks. "Hey! I paid *some* attention to it. Guy made an effort."
Before Tim or Kon or even Bart can speak-- and Bart's *quivering* with something he wants to say, and there's a fair amount of recognition on his face too-- that wrench in reality happens again, and suddenly the alley is empty. No van, no medieval weaponry. Not even the settling piles of dust are left.
And Cassie's on all their comms, startlingly loud against the silent alley, demanding to know where the hell they've been, there's a situation and she's been calling them ten minutes already. Tim and Bart and Kon shrug a "too weird to deal with now" at one another, and make haste for the Tower.
It's not like this has been *especially* weird. Not for *them.*
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Date: 2004-02-29 01:45 am (UTC)... I think it would be truly hillarious to see the expression on Hoch's face if he randomly came across this as one of his assignments.
"It's not genre, it's multi-genre!"
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Date: 2004-02-29 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 08:25 am (UTC)"Uh, yeah. I couldn't tell you which one, though-- too bad we didn't bring Andrew along... no, actually, not even for this do I regret leaving Andrew." I love this line, poor Andrew, he would have hyperventilated.
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Date: 2004-02-29 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 10:38 am (UTC)*HOWLING*
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Date: 2004-02-29 11:49 am (UTC)"Not even for this do I regret leaving Andrew."
and Bart OF COURSE knows who they are.
GOD THIS IS FANTASTIC.