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Xander stared at his reflection. He pondered it, turned around and looked back at the mirror over his shoulder. “Does it make my ass look big?” he asked, pulling at the part of the costume that covered his butt.

Batman stepped from the shadows, his eyes glinting through his mask, his body tense and his senses attuned to everything around him. He was the Dark Knight, defender of Gotham. He was the night, the shadows and the steel-grey moon. He was fear itself. “Of course not, sweetheart. I think it makes you look…” He tilted his head and tapped his chin while he thought of a response that would make his precious boy feel better.

Alfred entered the Batcave carrying a tray of tea and Batcookies.

“…suitable for the job at hand,” Batman finished, carefully observing Alfred’s expression to make sure his butler hadn’t seen or heard any sappy behaviour.

“Oooh, cookies.” Xander reached out and snagged one, biting off the wing and humming with cookified pleasure. “Yummmm.”

“Have you come up with a name yet?” Alfred asked.

Xander shook his head. “I wanted Nighthawk but grumpy-tights here disagrees.”

“It’s too much like Nightwing,” Batman explained. “I don’t want to confuse…Alfred.”

Xander pouted then remembered his cookie. He stuffed it in his mouth and spoke while he chewed. “Dick liked it.”

“It’s not Dick’s choice,” Batman reminded.

“No, it’s mine,” Xander reminded back. He grabbed another cookie and chewed defiantly.

“Choose another name. Or I will choose it for you,” Batman said, using his shit kicking voice.

Xander sighed and turned back to the mirror. This was his first step to becoming a hero. It had to be right.

His costume fit him like a glove and was completely black, right down to the boots and gloves. Batman had said Xander was like a walking disco ball: loud, garish, obviously gay and so very visible. The logic behind the costume was to turn all that personality off. At least, that was Batman’s hope.

He reached around Xander and attached the last piece of the costume – the mask. Like Robin’s and Nightwing’s masks, it only covered his eyes and Batman had worried it wouldn’t be enough. But as he glued it down he could feel a shift, a change in Xander. His lover straightened, stood stronger and more confident.

Batman put his hands on Xander’s shoulders and whispered in his ear. “I know you feel it now. So choose a name, my love. Choose wisely.”

There was a long pause. Batman felt the tension and he knew Alfred could too. It was a moment that Batman knew would change history. The name Xander picked would be known around the world - a legend, a young, dark crusader with a thick mane of nearly-black hair and a smile that would fool and lure every criminal in his path.

Today, a hero was being born.

“Choose,” Batman whispered again.

“Uh...Supergeek?”

Batman cuffed him and confiscated the rest of the cookies.