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Xander had certainly been in hot water plenty of times before. But never literally. So it came as quite a surprise when he found himself gagged, bound and hanging upside down over a vat of boiling liquid.
It was Giles’ fault for sending him to Gotham in the first place. Didn’t Sunnydale have its own rose that could only be found in Gotham graveyards? Figured.
Xander sighed through his gag and resigned himself to a comedy death. These things only happened to him. And a few others, if the floating corpses were anything to go by.
If only laughing boy would just shut up and let a guy fall to his agonising death in peace. Jeez, what does a victim have to do to get some quiet time?! Xander was just about to attempt to communicate his displeasure when he caught sight of something odd.
It was a giant bat! Batgiant! And he was tackling the irritating jabbermouth in the purple suit!
It was a rescue!
Before Xander could scream ‘Holy nick of time, Batgiant!’ through his gag, the creature had flown towards him at unfathomable speed, released him from his bondage and set him safely on the ground.
“Whoa, that was…hey, you’re no Batgiant! You’re a bat man! A man dressed as a bat! Man, you reek of bat. Um, why are you dressed as a bat?”
Bruce quirked an eyebrow. Not that Xander would have noticed, what with the cowl in the way and all.
“Not that I’m ungrateful or anything - totally grateful, here - but why are you dressed as a bat, again? Hey, nice boots.”
“Are you always this talkative?”
“Are you always dressed as a bat?”
“I asked first.”
“I asked second.”
“Well…I… Look, let’s just get you out of here.”
“Are you gonna take me to your bat cave? You have a cave, right? Or a belfry? Can I have a tour? Do you sleep upside down, or do you have a regular bed?”
The expressionless bat creature made an expression, replaced Xander’s gag and wondered where he’d left the vat of boiling liquid.
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