Author Name: Patriciatepes (Patricia de Lioncourt )
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Batman: the Animated Series
Characters: Dawn Summers, The Joker, Nightwing/Dick Grayson, Batman, Giles, Willow, Xander, Buffy Summers, OCs, several minor scenes with major characters
Pairing: Dawn/Nightwing (Dick Grayson)
Warnings: (for all chapters) Torture, swearing
Summary: When Buffy is poisoned and dying, Dawn is left no choice but to go to Gotham for the cure that she is told is too dangerous to retrieve. Time is on her side... too bad the universe isn't.Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Batman, or any related characters. They belong to Whedon, DC Comics, and WB. No money made here.
Author's Notes: Art by the wonderful 20thcenturyvole. I started this story long, long ago, and decided to finish it for the wipbigbang. I do author's notes every chapter on fanfiction (dot) net, but I'll only copy the relevant ones here.
Chapter 11- Your Guardian Angel
The little television that Commissioner Gordon kept on the rolling stand blared within the office. It faced them from its place at blocking the front door.
"Right now, authorities are trying to mask a panic rising within the people of Gotham. They assure us that they have the situation under control," the newswoman said, her voice sounding out from a live image of Arkham Asylum.
She sounded skeptical. Gordon rubbed a hand over his mustached face and clicked the power button on the television's remote. Turning to his three guests in the room, he shook his head.
"He's out again," was all the commissioner of the Gotham PD could manage at the moment. But it was enough.
"How long ago did he break out? How did he do it this time, Jim?" Gotham's Dark Knight, the Batman, asked as he lifted a single leaf of paper off the desk he stood by.
Batman's eyes flew over the paper, lifting a moment later to stare back at Gordon as he waited for his reply.
"He had keys, they say," Gordon said, gesturing to the report in the Dark Knight's hand.
"Where did he get keys?" Robin asked, moving around his two companions, the tone of his voice suggesting another question altogether—something closer to, "who was stupid enough to let that happen?"
"He got them from the orderly," Batman answered, tossing the paper aside.
"Orderly?" Nightwing asked as he reached out, snatching the paper up before Robin could.
"He used an unconscious orderly, a new girl that was hired a little while ago, to keep the guards from firing on him. He left with her, using her keys to pretty much grab whatever it was he wanted," Gordon sighed, falling back into his desk's chair.
"He took her with him? We haven't found a body yet?" Batman asked.
It was a hard question, but an expected one. Gordon shook his head. "As morbid as it sounds, I think some of the newer members of the department were taking bets on how long it would be before the poor girl's grinning corpse would be found. Joker has exceeded all the guessed times now."
Gordon glanced at his watch a moment before adding, "It's been five hours since she was taken."
"She's a hostage," Robin said, confusion all over his masked face.
"But why? Does she have any influential family? Mob connections?" Nightwing asked, finally handing the report off to Robin. "They didn't mention her name in this report."
"That's because we didn't have anyone to identify her until an hour ago. She doesn't seem to have any family that we can contact whatsoever. And no friends. Seems she just moved to Gotham around the time she started working at Arkham."
Nightwing raised a brow. "What's the name they gave you?"
Gordon shifted through a stack of papers on his desk, finally withdrawing the one he was looking for.
"Dawn," he said. "Dawn Winters. The only picture we have of her is the one on her laminate, and a couple of shots caught by cameras as Joker was leaving."
Gordon handed Batman an enlarged photo as he stood and popped a tape into the television's VCR. Robin leaned up to see the photo in Batman's hands, but Nightwing had glued his eyes to the television. A moment later, a black and white image of the Joker filled the screen, showing him as he held Dawn by one of his arms on her feet as her head lolled about, backing away from a line of armed Arkham guards. Nightwing visibly paled. Gordon raised his brow.
"What is it?"
Batman and Robin both turned at Gordon's question, all eyes falling on Nightwing. But Nightwing only shook his head.
"Nothing. It's nothing."
Gordon seemed a little less than convinced, but he cut the VCR off and sighed.
"She seems like a kid… a little younger than my Barbara. Surely someone is missing her. I don't know what the Joker has planned for her, but I don't think we want to know."
"One thing is for certain. With the Joker, it won't be a simple hostage situation. He has a plan for her… I'm just not sure what it could be," Batman said.
"You officially know everything I do," Gordon said, putting his back to Gotham's personal vigilantes. When he turned back, nothing occupied the space of his office but the fluttering of the shades in the evening breeze. Gordon sighed.
"And he's off."
"What was that about?" Batman asked as he, Robin, and Nightwing stopped one rooftop away from Commissioner Gordon's office.
Nightwing ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. With a long sigh, he finally locked eyes his mentor.
"I know the girl," was all he could say.
Batman lifted a brow. "How?"
"She lives in my building. I was teaching her Judo."
Robin blinked. "You mean, the girl Barbara saw you with?"
Nightwing nodded. Batman put his back to the group. After a few moments, he reached for his grappling hook, simply standing a moment with it poised in his hand.
"Do you think this has to do with us? With Dick Grayson, rather than this girl?" Batman asked.
"No. It couldn't. But I couldn't tell you what it would have to do with her either."
"What do you know about her?" Batman asked, turning back to him.
"Not much. Just what she told me during training."
"Can you remember it? All of it?"
Nightwing nodded. Robin chuckled.
"Of course he can. Don't you remember what Barbara said, Batman? She said he so obviously had a crush on this girl."
The smallest of growls escaped Nightwing, but he said nothing more. Batman nodded.
"We'll get her back. But in the meantime, why don't you try to figure out what Joker wants her in the first place?"
Without waiting for a response, Batman fired off his grappling gun, and swung from sight, followed shortly by Robin. Nightwing waited a moment longer, worry twisting his insides. Finally, he sighed.
"What don't we know about you, Dawn? What don't I know?" he muttered, moments before departing the rooftop as well.
End Notes: Okay, so I know this chapter was a little bit short, but I always knew it would be. I should have warned you about that last chapter I updated, but… sorry. Also, sorry that there wasn't any Joker or Dawn in this one. They'll be back next chapter, count on it.
Fun Fact: Last chapter's title was based on the Breaking Benjamin song, "Dance with the Devil."