Title: Comfort of Strangers
Fandom: BtVS, Batman
Characters: Buffy, Batman
Summary: There's something about knowing that gives Buffy comfort.
Length: 100 words
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the words, and that's up for philosophical debate.
Notes: sequel to "Ballare" (BtVS/Nightwing cross), written for the tthdrabbles mod birthday event over on livejournal. Reading "Ballare" first can't hurt, but it's not necessary.
Comfort Of Strangers
"You alright, Slayer?"
"Hunky-dory. Why do you ask?"
"Usually when I swing you around the city you're hiding your face in my shoulder trying not to puke."
"Only the one time!"
The grunt at her back begged to differ. Batman was right. She had been terrified of flying through the city, doing her level best to not need his aerial help. But there was something about knowing who Grayson's father was...
"Okay. Twice. But I'm over that now."
"What are you smiling about, Slayer?"
"How do you know I'm smiling?"
"You squirm less when you're scared."