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Title: Bats and Princesses
Author: Lucinda
Rated: PG
Pairing: PG-13
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. The Batman is inspired by the early comic version, back in
the 1930’s – preRobin, when he didn’t just catch the bad guys, he killed them. I don’t own him either.
Summary: Crossover with Batman. Batman tries to rescue Dru.

She didn't know what had brought her to this city, to Gotham. Her Spike
was away, off chasing the rumor of a Slayer, and also the rumor of their
sire, the sorely missed Angelus. She was alone. While it was not
enjoyable, it was far better than Darla's company. Grandmummy was still
very upset about Daddy, and rather inclined to be very cross.

Gotham City. It was lovely, full of towering buildings, with lovely and
menacing statues and carvings. Dark alleys and fine mansions, towering
companies and squatting warehouses filled with criminals and monsters and
boxes of all sorts. And over everything, there were the whispers. Rumors
and fears - of a savior, of a monster - all the same mysterious, menacing
figure. The Bat.

She wanted to see him, wanted to learn the truth behind the stories. If
she could find this bat, this masked figure of the darker side of justice,
someone who ignored the laws to punish those who were bad...

Would he try to punish her, or would he find her charming? Could she
seduce him to her will? Could she make the bat hers, to rule the night at
her side? This city would be a lovely little queendom, all spread out below
her, ripe for the plucking and hunting and filled with screams and fear and
shadows... It already had everything but a Queen.

She could fix that, oh yes she could.

If she could only find him. Pouting slightly, Drusilla walked along the
street, looking for something - a clue, a nice warm dinner, perhaps a
charming play to take in for the evening's entertainment. She could hear
footsteps behind her, two men who thought they were being quiet. Smiling,
she continued to walk, pretending that she didn't hear them, couldn't smell
their dark and nasty plans, didn't hear the little whisper growls of their
lusts and anger.

The first one lunged towards her, a tiny click alerting her to his knife.
Drusilla stepped aside, letting him careen into a wall, and turned to glare
at the second. He was a grubby, broad shouldered man in a dirty jacket, his
rough shaven face leering at her.

"Your money or your life, toots." His words were harsh, unrefined.

"That is no way to speak to a lady." She sniffed, now certain that her
pretty dress would get all dirty from this. Hmmm, might as well have a
little fun, since she'd be getting dirty anyhow.

He lunged forward, his arm raising to try to stab at her. Her eyes
mournful, she simply reached out and snapped his arm, allowing the weight of
the knife to flop his hand downwards. She was a bit curious if he'd end up
stabbing himself, though he didn't.

The first one lunged at her again, now very angry. He was growling like a
naughty dog, and she punched him in the face, hearing his nose shatter. He
fell to the ground, blood and snot leaking over his face as he whimpered and
moaned. "Naughty puppy.... that shall teach you to growl at Princess.

The second pulled a gun in his other hand, backing away from her as he
trembled. "Get... get back. Stay away from me!"

"You wanted to be very close to me just a few moments ago." She smiled at
him, allowing her face to change. "I shall grant your wish."

She lunged, sinking her teeth into his throat, drinking him down. He
wasn't particularly flavorful, but his blood was strong and filling.

Letting the body fall, Drusilla licked her lips. She could feel a presence
at the end of the alley, and tuned to face him. HE was there, a long cloak
falling like wings, the mask looking like the face of a bat, or a nightmare.
He was dark and terrible and splendid. The BatMan.

"Hello to you." Drusilla offered a proper and ladylike curtsey. After
all, one must be careful about their first impression.

His lip twitched slightly, nearly showing some sort of emotion. "And good
evening. It looks as if you don't need rescued after all."

"No, but thank you. They were really most ill-mannered." She smiled at
him, her mind alreay trying to figure out what he looked like under the
mask, and if his eyes were really as dark as they seemed, or just hidden in
shadows and secrets. "I've heard many things about you."

"Really?" He offered a half smile. ""You should be careful at night.
Gotham isn't always safe."

With that, he raised his hand, and there was a small whine just before he
flew up into the air, vanishing.

"Ohhhh..." She watched, the image burning into her mind. "How splendid he
was. I must have him...."

Shaking out her skirts, Drusilla continued on her way back to the little
hotel where she was staying. It was time to start making plans. After all,
without a plan, a person would just flounder about. She had a bat to catch,
after all. Then the lovely games could commence, and there would be
dancing, and blood and screams... The night would be theirs, and Gotham
would cower before them.

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