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Originally for TwistedShorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge (Day 19)

A/N: The last in the Crimson Princess Abbreviated Sequel. The setting for this is post Season 7 Buffy and there's not really a particular setting for the Batman: TAS. And I apologize for the quality of this fic… I wasn't feeling 100% when I wrote it. I tried to edit it as best I could. Enjoy!

Expecting the Unexpected

It was a trap. Batman wasn't known as a detective for nothing. He could spot a trap a mile away, and these recent events practically screamed it.

Joker and the vampire who had referred to herself as The Crimson Princess—otherwise known as Drusilla—had done little to hide their destructive tour of Gotham. Orphanages, hospitals, the GCPD, nothing was sacred. They had left a trail of Joker's "happy" faces and blood behind them. And now the trail had ended… at the Old Ritz Theatre—which was known for its old comedy tours.

Batman knew that the clown and the vampire were expecting him. After all, all this destruction was for him. He slipped quietly through the skylight of the building, shadow masking his graceful movements.

He could see them below. Joker was seated upon his ego-boosting throne while Drusilla was twirling and twirling in the middle of the wide open floor. Joker was chuckling, but he looked more than a little annoyed that the vampire would not stop moving. Finally, she came to an abrupt stop, the skirt of her black dress wrapping about her legs for a moment. She stretched her lips into her own crimson smile and tiptoed nearer to Joker. She covered his ear and leaned forward so that Batman could not see her lips. Whatever she had said had pleased the Clown Prince, because he started to cackle merrily.

Batman leaned down ever so slightly from his spot on the rafters. Moments too late, he saw the Joker's eyes lift to his as the clown's gloved thumb jabbed into a hidden button on the armrest of his throne. A tiny explosion rocked the beam on which the Dark Knight stood, and with a small cry, he—along with several bits of debris—came crashing to the floor.

"Oh, look, my pretty clown! Our guest of honor has arrived just in time," Drusilla said in singsong, causing Joker to lift a brow.

"Well, well, I do believe I had a bat in my belfry. But no worries, Batsy. You're just the winged rodent we wanted to see."

Drusilla's face morphed into its more demonic state, and she began to slink in, her eyes trained on Batman's neck. But Joker stepped in front, holding up two hands.

"And what, pray tell, are you doing, my dear?"

"I'm killing the Bat… like I said I wanted to," she said, her head cocked to one side.

Joker's grin widened as he pulled a wooden cross from his jacket.

"You see, that's where I'm afraid you're mistaken. Only I can kill Batman. Everyone knows it. So, sorry, Toots, but I think I'll take this one."

He removed a long barreled gun from his jacket as well, aiming it right at Batman's forehead.

"No!" Drusilla screeched, grabbing the Joker and hurling him behind her—the pain the cross caused be damned.

He managed to clamber to his feet before she could be on him again, and he raised the cross up. A small trickle of blood leaked from his left nostril as he grimaced.

"That's not nice," he hissed.

Batman took his opportunity to stand. Crossing his arms, he tsked loudly. Drusilla and Joker both turned to stare at him. He sighed.

"You've both underestimated one very important thing."

Drusilla's eyes narrowed as Joker huffed.

"And what's that?"

"I knew it was a trap."

Drusilla gasped as Joker was suddenly hurled over her head, landing—unconscious—a few feet from Batman. The vampire whirled only to find a grinning Buffy Summers standing there.

"And he knows how to set a trap of his own," the vampire slayer grinned.

Drusilla let out a high pitched whine, shaking her head.

"Gotham's no fun!"

She turned, running away into the shadows of the theatre. Batman's eyes narrowed.

"Aren't you going to go after her?"

Buffy shook her head. "No need too. I brought backup. My slayers are all around here."

The blonde slayer strode over to where the Dark Knight stood, chuckling as she looked down at the heap that was the Joker.

"I hope I didn't throw him too hard."

Batman smirked. "Don't worry about it. And thank you for showing up on such short notice."

Buffy laughed. "Hey, I should be thanking you. After all, you're the one who found Xander tied in that factory."

Batman nodded, lifting his eyes toward the growing sound of fighting outside the building.

"Do you think, if Drusilla manages to slip past your slayers, that she'll come back?"

The slayer shrugged. "I don't know. But if she does… you've got my number."

End Notes: To clarify, I have no further intentions to bring Drusilla back to Gotham. Well, not in this world, anyhow. I hope everyone enjoyed this. Please review!