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“Guys, I brought help.”

The annoying voice of Xander Harris drifted across the Hyperion lobby and into Angel’s office.

Just great.

As if things weren’t bad enough, what with the city-wide blackout and the threat of impending death for all. There was fire in the streets, blood in the water, and his ex-girlfriend on his comfy couch. Angel made a mental note to keep his Day of Reckonings to himself in the future.

“Wow, did you guys know it is actually raining toads outside? Or possibly frogs. Is there a difference?”

That voice! Oh, Jesus Christ. Angel had forgotten how much that voice grated.

“I got hit by a ferret.”

Okay, that voice was new. It was deep, dark and…sexy? Angel put down his copy of Which Apocalypse? and got up from his desk. He had to see this.

And what he saw certainly wasn’t what he expected. Holding hands with Xander Harris was a very muscular, attractive man dressed up like a bat.

“Who the hell are you?”

The man in the costume turned to face him. His jaw was large and solid, his mouth set in a hard, unamused line. The ferret dangling from the man’s gloved hand didn’t look particularly happy, either. “I’m the goddamn Batman.”

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