Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on May 30, 2010 1:36:48 GMT -5
Standard disclaimer: i don't own Buffy, i don't own Batman. If i did, I'd be freaking rich and not living here.
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It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to her parents at least. An offer from one of the premier mental institutes in the country. Surely they could help her with her 'problem'. I mean, seeing vampires and demons wasn't normal, she had to be crazy.
Right?
And so, Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer, gifted with strength and reflexes beyond the norm, as well as instinctive combat abilities and precognitive dreams (not that they ever gave her a chance to prove all that) found herself shipped off to Arkham Asylum 'for her own good'.
But she wasn't insane. At least, she wasn't insane when she got there.
Then she met her fellow inmates.
It hadn't been her idea, her psychiatrist asked her for proof. So she'd torn the arm off the metal chair and bent it into a pretzel. The guy had panicked and before she could say 'he asked for it', she was shipped into the maximum security ward, sharing her time with big time 'super villains' like Poison Ivy, Clayface and Two Face. Admittedly, for the most part they didn't seem too bad. Sure, they were completely twisted and deranged, but they seemed to be awful accepting of her claims of destiny and vampire. Ivy had even jumped to her defence, saying the plants 'recognised the Planets true Guardian' or something. Two Face had taken her further education to be his responsibility and, between him and Ivy, kept her at high school level in general topics like maths and English, as well as giving her working knowledge of law and botany. Other members of the population had gotten involved and soon she had basic education in psychology, engineering and even some knowledge of mind control techniques (thanks, Jervis, not sure how that will help...).
All this attention, of course, had earned her some unwanted and unneeded attention. Not from the Warden or the guards. No, from Gotham's resident 'Dark Knight'.
Batman.
He'd been intrigued and a little wary when he'd heard about the unofficial adoption between Buffy and the inmates of Arkham and decided to check thing out himself. He was abrupt, brutal and had left her shaking afterwards with his accusations and demands. He'd left with a head full of unwanted knowledge about vampires and Slayers he was going to ask his allies in the mystical community about, but no further understanding about why the most vicious members of Gotham society had gravitated to this girl. Her new 'family' had likewise been upset about her treatment Killer Croc had offered to tear his arms off.
Buffy thought that was rather sweet of him. The thought that she found a promise of violence and mutilation on her behalf sweet made her wonder if maybe she'd been here too long.
The Council of Watchers (and boy, was she surprised – and a little peeved – to find out there was a council of these guys) obviously agreed, sending an assassin to eliminate her and allow a new Slayer to be called. This attempt caused a little bit of chaos in the ward, a lot of mad crazy people, which was never a good thing. But a lot of it calmed to concern over the one that saved her life.
“So, YOU'RE the one everyone's fallen in love with,” the smooth yet rough, high pitched yet low, insane yet intelligent tones of the Joker said as he stepped away from the assassin, laying in a pool of his own fluids as he giggled happily into oblivion. “And with an assassin already out to kill you? Who'd you piss off, girly?”
So she told him the story all of her 'teachers' knew.
“Vampires and demons? Slayers and destiny? Sounds impossible. Insane! Why, that sort of darkness would surely swallow the world!” The Joker wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he led her away from her would be murderer. “Sounds like my kind of party. Tell me more!”
Laughter and giggles had filled the halls for a while after that as the Joker taught the Slayer (as they all called her. No one used their 'true' names in this place, after all) everything he could to add onto the insane ideas, theories and techniques she'd already learned.
By the time she'd left, 7 months after being committed, her release pushed forward by the Council who decided it would be easier to kill her on the field, she was far closer to insane than she had been when she'd been locked away. Her mother, who had won custody of her during the divorce and had demanded she be released, had taken her to a small, peaceful town far from Gotham and the hell hole her daughter had come to think of as more of a home than anything her parents had provided for her and the family she'd made.
A town called Sunnydale.
It's a good thing sanity was optional.
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It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to her parents at least. An offer from one of the premier mental institutes in the country. Surely they could help her with her 'problem'. I mean, seeing vampires and demons wasn't normal, she had to be crazy.
Right?
And so, Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer, gifted with strength and reflexes beyond the norm, as well as instinctive combat abilities and precognitive dreams (not that they ever gave her a chance to prove all that) found herself shipped off to Arkham Asylum 'for her own good'.
But she wasn't insane. At least, she wasn't insane when she got there.
Then she met her fellow inmates.
It hadn't been her idea, her psychiatrist asked her for proof. So she'd torn the arm off the metal chair and bent it into a pretzel. The guy had panicked and before she could say 'he asked for it', she was shipped into the maximum security ward, sharing her time with big time 'super villains' like Poison Ivy, Clayface and Two Face. Admittedly, for the most part they didn't seem too bad. Sure, they were completely twisted and deranged, but they seemed to be awful accepting of her claims of destiny and vampire. Ivy had even jumped to her defence, saying the plants 'recognised the Planets true Guardian' or something. Two Face had taken her further education to be his responsibility and, between him and Ivy, kept her at high school level in general topics like maths and English, as well as giving her working knowledge of law and botany. Other members of the population had gotten involved and soon she had basic education in psychology, engineering and even some knowledge of mind control techniques (thanks, Jervis, not sure how that will help...).
All this attention, of course, had earned her some unwanted and unneeded attention. Not from the Warden or the guards. No, from Gotham's resident 'Dark Knight'.
Batman.
He'd been intrigued and a little wary when he'd heard about the unofficial adoption between Buffy and the inmates of Arkham and decided to check thing out himself. He was abrupt, brutal and had left her shaking afterwards with his accusations and demands. He'd left with a head full of unwanted knowledge about vampires and Slayers he was going to ask his allies in the mystical community about, but no further understanding about why the most vicious members of Gotham society had gravitated to this girl. Her new 'family' had likewise been upset about her treatment Killer Croc had offered to tear his arms off.
Buffy thought that was rather sweet of him. The thought that she found a promise of violence and mutilation on her behalf sweet made her wonder if maybe she'd been here too long.
The Council of Watchers (and boy, was she surprised – and a little peeved – to find out there was a council of these guys) obviously agreed, sending an assassin to eliminate her and allow a new Slayer to be called. This attempt caused a little bit of chaos in the ward, a lot of mad crazy people, which was never a good thing. But a lot of it calmed to concern over the one that saved her life.
“So, YOU'RE the one everyone's fallen in love with,” the smooth yet rough, high pitched yet low, insane yet intelligent tones of the Joker said as he stepped away from the assassin, laying in a pool of his own fluids as he giggled happily into oblivion. “And with an assassin already out to kill you? Who'd you piss off, girly?”
So she told him the story all of her 'teachers' knew.
“Vampires and demons? Slayers and destiny? Sounds impossible. Insane! Why, that sort of darkness would surely swallow the world!” The Joker wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he led her away from her would be murderer. “Sounds like my kind of party. Tell me more!”
Laughter and giggles had filled the halls for a while after that as the Joker taught the Slayer (as they all called her. No one used their 'true' names in this place, after all) everything he could to add onto the insane ideas, theories and techniques she'd already learned.
By the time she'd left, 7 months after being committed, her release pushed forward by the Council who decided it would be easier to kill her on the field, she was far closer to insane than she had been when she'd been locked away. Her mother, who had won custody of her during the divorce and had demanded she be released, had taken her to a small, peaceful town far from Gotham and the hell hole her daughter had come to think of as more of a home than anything her parents had provided for her and the family she'd made.
A town called Sunnydale.
It's a good thing sanity was optional.
