Non-Nolanverse Batman (comics?  DCAU?  The Batman?  Other?) finds himself in the Nolanverse post-TDK.

A story with very relevant POV which keeps switching- eventually the reader learns that the true POV is of an alien hopping from one mind to another, or a mindreader.  And possibly that they're actually the bad guy everybody's been talking about.

God of Life

Character: personification/god of Life.  Very creepy.  Sees it as a game between humans and himself, which he always wins (as in, they die).  "Whenever the gods are playing chess, the only human move is to change the rules. Everything else is defeat."

Something with Xander and Rambo- not, I think, as his costume.
BtVS timeshifted back- after high school, Xander gets drafted (why the name change?).  By the time he gets back, Sunnydale's a crater and he has flashbacks.  Explains the apparent preference for bow and arrow.

Xander is Jack Carter

Xander took on the name of Jack Carter as his alias for when he wanted to pretend to be normal.  He's obviously actually a US Marshall, so maybe that's what demon-fighting falls under or he liaises or something (to be figured out).  And he gets married, has Zoe, and gets divorced.  Then he gets sent to Eureka, which is the same old thing except with science instead of magic and demons.  Eventually a supernatural problem comes up, and he solves it easily while everybody else is still panicking over violations of the laws of physics.  Nobody in Eureka knew about his other life, even Zoe.

Criminals after the apocalypse

After an apocalypse, the survivors band together and don't make a big deal about who did what beforehand- and some of them were Bad People, before.  But it's not worldwide/somebody somewhere has the resources to help, and when the aid starts coming in the outsiders get all "criminals!" about some of them.

Changes

Although you expected the Great Reveal to happen sometime soon, it still comes as a surprise. Every Immortal you know has been bracing for it for years, knowing that it was inevitable, but there is a difference between being prepared for it in theory and being prepared for it in practice. This isn't just a minor, easily predictable change, but one which changes everything. You don't know the forms that change will take, much like Immortals couldn't have predicted the Game when the Bronze Age began, simply that they will be profound.

Oh, you can predict some of the immediate consequences of the Great Reveal: a good deal of talk and debate about Immortality by people who know very little about it, followed by responses by the various governments in the form of laws and legislation. Some responses will be reasonable, but others will be intolerable. The most you can do is hope that your family and friends will be able to withstand the initial storm; eventually you will all become accustomed to the new world, but that will take a while, and the beginning is usually the most dangerous.

Immortals tend to follow the laws in the same way that a man with a body in his trunk will drive under the speed limit: not for any inherent respect for the law, but because being suspected of anything could easily lead to worse crimes being discovered. On the whole, Immortals are law-abiding, but few- if any- of them believe that any government should have anything to do with the Game, whereas governments will no doubt feel it is their duty to end the Game- or at least regulate it.

Thanks to a large number of Immortal politicians and journalists in America, it's one of the first to give an official response to the Great Reveal, behind only a few dictatorships which don't have to wait for their response to pass through the slow workings of Democracy, and is the first to respond in a way that Immortals like.

Oh, there aren't enough Immortals in Congress to make Immortals entirely happy; they have to compromise on some things. But a policy of non-discrimination towards Immortals and not interfering with the Game so long as the rules are adhered to are more than most Immortals had dared to hope for, especially since the United States wields so much influence on other countries. The only thing any of them have to complain about is the Visible Weaponry Law- the law which will come into effect on the New Year mandating that Immortals must not conceal their primary weapon whenever they're carrying one. After lifetimes of hiding what they are, showing the world what they are feels like walking around naked and vulnerable, but it's a small price to pay. Anybody who doesn't like it can leave; the world is a big place, and Immortals are skilled at finding places to hide- there are always places with no real government in which to hide, deserted islands and deep in the wilderness. And from the beginning America institutes a policy of offering asylum to Immortals from countries with less enlightened policies.

Canada is, unfortunately, one of those countries, much as you'd predicted. A string of beheadings twenty years ago- ironically, by a mortal serial killer who had been stopped using his own methods by an Immortal headhunter- is the first thing to spring to the minds of the politicians, and unfortunately sets the tone of Canada's new Immortal laws- they don't want any Immortals in the country, and are willing to do whatever it takes to ensure that the country is comprised of only mortals, short of execution.

The day the announcement is made, you turn in your resignation before Inspector Thatcher can begin the official tests for Immortality, dressed in civilian clothes with your sword at your hip. The VWL hasn't taken effect yet, but already it's become the style for Immortals to wear their swords visibly in America. You're soon to be American; you might as well adapt now. And it helps prevent questions; Inspector Thatcher looks shocked and upset, but she doesn't ask any questions or try to talk you out of leaving. How could she? This time you've been declared persona non grata not just by the RCMP, but by Canada herself.

The Saucy Job

AU as of The Inside Job

"Rebecca was happy before all this. She had plans- medical school to become a pediatrician, but she threw it all away to join this SWCI, hang out with people who wear enough leather that you'd swear they're a biker gang. I tried to convince her not to, but I'd never been able to convince her to do anything she didn't want to do. It just made no sense; she had such a bright future." Their latest client took a shaky drink. "For a year she just kept sounding more and more beat down, but she wouldn't tell me why she sounded so bad. Then she called and told me she was going to go to college. I thought everything was going to be all right, but a week after that call she was dead. They claimed it was a car accident, but I've been a medical examiner for twenty years. Those were knife wounds, and the scars on her body weren't there a year ago. She was only eighteen."

"Did you go to the police?"

"They didn't do anything. The Cleveland Police stopped listening the second I said SWCI, the state police and FBI dropped it after a day each."

"What do you want out of this? We can't bring your daughter back…"

"I just want you to make sure they can't do that to another girl."

***

The team went upstairs to Nate's apartment. Eliot was first in the door, and when he stopped suddenly they were too close behind him to avoid running into him.

"Eliot, what?" Nate asked.

"Company," Eliot grunted. The team fanned out to see a man with an eyepatch sitting in a chair facing the door, whittling something with a large knife. He looked up at them and made the knife and wood disappear into thin air as well as any of them could. Nate glanced at Eliot, silently signaling for him to take the man down before he tried anything, but Eliot was staring at the man without even a glance at Nate.

"The security alarm wasn't tripped," Hardison said. "Why wasn't the alarm tripped?"

"'Cause he didn't want to trip it," Eliot growled at Hardison. "What are you doing here?" he asked the intruder.

"I heard that you were taking a job from Becka's mom. Don't," the man said. When he stood up, they could see that he leaned heavily on a cane, his left leg bandaged and in a brace. "Eliot will tell you why. Parker? Marcie's waiting for you to call her. Good to see you, man," he said to Eliot, giving him a one-armed back-slapping hug and not seeming to care that he didn't reciprocate. Then he slipped out the door before any of the rest of them could react.

"Eliot?" Nate prompted, the team turning to him for answers.

"You know why the cops didn't do anything? He's a white hat, as white as they get."

"That doesn't excuse him for that girl's treatment and death."

"Look, I've met the guy twice. The first time, we were after the same item and fought. He won, and he was holding back. If he'd wanted to kill me, he could have. The second time, he threatened to bludgeon me to death with a shovel if I hurt one of his girls. I believed him. If there are people getting hurt and killed in his organization, it's necessary. I won't take a job against him."

"He knows Marcie," Parker blurted out. They all turned to look at her. "I don't want Marcie to assassinate you." They stared, trying to make sense of it.

"Why would Marcie assassinate us?" Hardison asked her. "And why not you?"

"Marcie likes me. If you con an assassin's friend, you shouldn't expect to live."

"How do you know an assassin?"

"She taught me how to be a better thief even if she only steals when she's really bored and she usually puts it back. I asked her why and she said she didn't want to lose her day job." Parker's face was confused, but she shook it off. "I have to go call Marcie."

"Nate, we can't run a con on somebody who knows who we are, with only three of us," Sophie said.

"Make that two of you," Hardison said. "If that guy beat Eliot I don't want to go up against him and get killed."

Nate sighed. "I guess I'll go tell the client we can't take her case, and explain what I can," he said.

"A shovel, really?" Hardison asked Eliot.

"For easy disposal of the body," Eliot said, and took some measure of pleasure in Hardison's shudder.

Contest

Of the five of them, Hardison was the least fucked-up. Yeah, he was a criminal, and some people might say that's a little bit fucked-up right there, but they were all criminals so it didn't really count. And besides that, he seemed to be well-adjusted. The rest of them? Not so much.
He wasn't sure Sophie even knew who she was anymore, her aliases and cons bleeding together and overwriting who she really was. Whoever the real Sophie Devereaux was, she was lost in the sea of personalities she'd assumed in her life.
Nate had been normal once, a normal guy with a normal life. He only got fucked-up because his son died. If he didn't cling to his grief so tightly, letting it rule his life, he could have been a normal citizen again. But he was as fucked-up as he wanted to be.
There was something wrong with Parker, but he didn't think it was something that could be "fixed"; whatever it was, it had been there for a long time, if not her whole life.
And him. He knew they thought he wasn't too fucked-up. Maybe a little angry, but other than that normal. They probably thought Eliot Spencer was his real name, too.

Trust

Eliot didn't trust anybody anymore. Yeah, people were predictable most of the time, but most of the time didn't mean all of the time, and the difference between the two wasn't something he could ignore. When you trusted people, you got hurt, and it didn't tend to be the kind of hurt that a couple of ibuprofen could make go away.
He'd thought he'd never work with a team again. Working with a team meant trusting them, to do their jobs if nothing else, and it had a tendency to force you to get close to them. The only kind of close he wanted to get to people these days was physical- fighting and sex. Anything else was too risky. But the offer had been too good for him to refuse working with a crew for one job, and one job wasn't enough to make him let his guard down.

One job became two, then more. It was hard to see how this team could make him drop his guard. Parker was insane- completely untrustable. Sophie was a grifter- she could lie and he'd never know the difference. Nate was an honest man, and he made a point of never trusting those, especially since he'd been forcibly reminded that sometimes they weren't as honest as they seemed. The drinking only made it worse. Hardison was probably the most trustworthy of all of them, and who knew what he did with those computers? Why would he ever trust people like those four? Even a citizen would know not to trust them.

His distrust slipped away so silently that he never noticed it leaving until it was too late. First it was trusting them on the job, to work together and get them all out and not just themselves. Hardison might snoop (Eliot had no proof, but it's what he would do if he was a hacker), but whatever he found out he kept to himself, and what could he find out about Eliot online, anyway? Parker was crazy, but at least her unpredictability was predictable; she didn't lull him into a sense of false security. Nate and Sophie at least seemed to be on the same side as him, and even if he kept telling himself it was stupid to trust them, he couldn't help it.

All this trust was going to come back and bite him in the ass someday, he just knew it.

Strength

Xander Harris had been driven away for (supposedly) being too weak and incapable to fight. They'd just wanted to keep him safe, and never mind that he'd proven himself time after time.

Nobody would drive Eliot Spencer away because they thought he couldn't fight. He was a retrieval specialist; his job was fighting people, people who weren't pushovers by any stretch of the imagination, and he was good at it. He wasn't an assassin. He never took jobs to kill people. But a lot of the time, he killed people anyway. It was the only way to make absolutely certain that there weren't any enemies at his back, and a lot of the time it was easier than trying to keep them alive after beating them into submission. By now, he'd killed a lot of people, and he didn't really care. Alive, dead, the only difference was that people who were dead couldn't come after him for revenge. But the only hard and fast rule he had was to kill anybody who tracked him down to take their revenge. They'd shown that they were actively coming after him; he couldn’t afford that kind of risk. He had enough threats that he didn't know were coming after him.

Maybe the strength Xander had lacked was the strength Eliot possessed in spades: the strength to kill and never look back.

Becoming Eliot Spencer (v2)

Xander had thought Buffy and Willow were over trying to make him quit Slaying, but after graduation they'd made it really fucking clear that they were grateful for his help with this one last battle (help? Who exactly planned the battle and made the bombs that killed the Mayor?), but he wasn't going to be "helping" anymore. But they could still hang out. Like he was their pet, to be taken out and played with when they felt like it but left behind whenever anything interesting was going on.

And they thought he'd come back to Sunnydale after that little speech? What did he have to come back for? There were dead-end jobs everywhere, and he sure as hell didn't have any friends to come back to. He took cash from Uncle Rory rather than the car he tried to give him, and Uncle Rory was so happy to see the last of Xander that he didn't even protest. Willow and Buffy wouldn't know he wasn't coming back for months.

Nobody wanted Xander Harris, not family, not friends, not women, so he wouldn't be Xander Harris anymore. Fake IDs were good for more than buying beer and avoiding any hacking Willow might feel tempted to do to "keep an eye on him"; they were a stepping-stone to reinventing himself. In one fell swoop he changed his name, hometown, and birthdate. Eliot Spencer might have the same body as Xander Harris, but he was a completely different person. He had the accent down; now he just had to decide everything else about himself.

It was freeing. There wasn't anybody else to tell him who he was, to try to make him act like had always acted before. He was free to be anybody he wanted to make himself. In a way it was terrifying, that first time, like homemade witness protection, but he'd always done best under pressure.

He'd thrown away all the rules of his old life. Why not throw away the laws while he was at it, and do something he was good at and could make a lot of money doing?

Becoming Eliot Spencer

If there's one thing Xander knew about the criminal underworld, it was that people who had a lot of ties to the law-abiding world didn't tend to join it. People with friends and family who followed the law and worked 9-to-5 jobs didn't just give it all up to break the law. They had reasons not to do anything too bad. No, the people who got deep into crime either had ties to criminals or didn't have close ties to anybody.

Granted, from the time Xander had first started dusting vampires, he'd been breaking the law- if nothing else, stealing that rocket launcher hadn't exactly been legal. But there had always been a line in his mind: you broke the law only as much as you had to for Slaying. Dawn stealing was wrong in a way that stealing the rocket launcher hadn't been because she hadn't been stealing for Slaying purposes.
But he'd lost his anchors to the more-or-less legal world one by one, as Sunnydale fell and after. By the time he returned to the Council after his time in Africa, he's been all but forgotten by the baby Slayers, who were worse about forcing him to stop Slaying than Buffy and Willow ever had been. Wood hadn't wanted him involved in the first place. Willow was the last of the Scoobies, her last present to him before her death his eye back. And then he was alone, kicked out of the Council and with no friends remaining alive.

He didn't legally exist outside of the Council, every form of identification he'd had lost when Sunnydale had gone down and no way to get new ones. He couldn't legally buy a drink or get a job. And he didn’t have much money to start with.

Xander stumbled his way into the underworld, using the skills he'd gained fighting vampires and demons (which were…fighting. Not much use for reading dead languages on the streets) to make enough money for his first fake ID. He went for the deluxe model, costly as all hell but the next best thing to real. Eliot Spencer was his new name; he could even do an accent well enough that people believed he was really from Kentucky.

He'd planned for that to be the end of it: no more than was absolutely necessary to survive. With his new ID he went out and got a new job…he quit after a week, returning to busting heads and working his way up the ladder. Nothing too dirty- he wasn't an assassin- but if people died when he did his job, he didn’t really care. Why should he care? He'd lost his moral compass when he'd lost the people he lived for. At least in this job he got the adrenaline rush he'd gotten addicted to.

Slowly he fleshed out Eliot Spencer as a person separate from Xander Harris. Eliot Spencer had never fought demons (okay, maybe a couple, but never on a regular basis, just when they got in his way). He was charming and Southern, kept his hair long, didn't like guns, and liked to cook. And he always worked alone. He wouldn't allow himself to get attached to anybody else. That rule came along after Aimee-

It was a role, like any of the others he played to get his job done. Maybe more fleshed out than the rest, but still, it was a role, something to keep him insulated from the life he led.

Vocation

At first, the furthest thing from Mulan's mind had been enjoyment of her time in the army, or fitting in. She was a woman in the army; she would never fit in. And as for enjoyment, she hadn't joined out of choice, she had joined because it was the only option she had. Her father couldn't have served again, she'd known it then and her opinion didn't change once she was actually in the army. But somewhere along the way, she'd started to fit in. And once she'd started to get better, along with the rest of the new recruits, it was like something had snapped into place in her, like something broken had been made right.

She'd always been the failure, the girl who wasn't girlish enough, who couldn't manage to do anything right. When she'd joined the army, it had been the same: she'd been a failure at being a man. She hadn't been able to do anything right, but that was how it had been for her entire life, nothing out of the ordinary. She'd had her whole life to practice being a woman and she'd failed at that; why shouldn't she have failed at being a man when she'd started with only a few minutes' practice under her belt? But then she'd gotten it right. Somehow. And it was like the sun breaking through the clouds, her whole life being wrong suddenly set right.

She wanted to do this for the rest of her life.

Eliot Spencer was a cook in Atlantis.

Immortals' Daemons

Highlander with daemons. Immortals' daemons are weird in some way- they change if the Immortal changes enough?

No guns

Eliot Spencer and Benton Fraser are surrounded by people who try to make them give up their guns. Which, obviously, they aren't carrying.

Firefly/Leverage

What if it was the Leverage team who got River out of the Academy? Because you know they'd do a better job of making sure she and Simon were safe from the Alliance.

Leverage apocalypse

The apocalypse or at least a very large disaster strikes. Nate and somebody else are separated from the remaining team, doing a job that only needs/allows two of them, and that's supposed to be easy so they didn't bring nearby backup. The two are trapped and maybe separated from each other, but mobile within where they're trapped.

The other three are together. Parker initially falls apart, wanting to go after Nate, but Hardison tells her Nate would want them to help the people they knew they could, rather than throw that away on a rescue that might not be needed or possible. That they're down a couple of people, and this isn't the kind of jobs they're used to, but they can come up with plans to help people with only the three of them. As their home base they have a place where the employees idolize their aliases for whatever they did on a job.

Hardison and Hunting

Hardison's Nana and/or her family was/is involved in Hunting, whether actively or in a support capacity, and that's how Hardison got his start.

Saucy backstory- somebody goes to Leverage because they're very unhappy with the fact that their daughter died either as an Agent of Saucy or simply during one of their cases, and it got covered up without a trial or anything. So they go in to con Saucy, and along the way learn that security is tight, both low-tech and high, and that Saucy aren't the bad guys.

Saucy backstory- Fawkes runs into Marcie while they're both on the job and invisible and is completely outclassed. Hobbes recognizes her code name.

Highlander/Leverage crossover

When he was still with IYS, Nate chased Amanda from Highlander and got close enough that she knows him. Later, after Leverage has been started, they're running a con on somebody and run into Amanda. He thinks Amanda's going to blow their cover, Amanda thinks he's still straight. Panic! But nobody quits, and eventually everybody gets what they want.

Orange

A drabble from the pov of an orange which gets orders from the Wraith to kill Rodney.

SGA prison crack!AU

In a prison. John's there to start with and i have no idea why. Rodney comes and becomes a new inmate
...and then it delves into crack.
Rodney has this power where everything around him slowly changes to fulfill its purpose better. He can direct it a little bit, especially if the object has more than one purpose, so slowly things start to change and Rodney's all "I tried to push the prison towards rehabilitation rather than confinement, because if it went to confinement we'd never get out."
The law lets him be punished for the consequences of his powers and he's in jail because one of his neighbors had something to do with drugs and his powers inadvertently made them more druggy or something.
Also the powers work on people but more slowly, especially when they don't really feel they have a purpose, which is how Rodney got to be so smart, because he felt it was his purpose and he's certainly around himself enough to be changed. And then one day john gains the ability to fly and possibly sprouts wings.

Hacker Giles

The BtVS empowerment spell ability sharing sticks, or is permanently reactivated with calling of all slayers. Giles as a hacker, crossover with hackers preferred.

John Crichton Peggy Sue

John Crichton post-PKW timetravels into his younger body right before he was originally shot through a wormhole, and has to decide between staying on an Earth that isn't home any more (and just doesn't fit), and going to the wormhole to strangers in friends bodies to try to change them into the friends he had had when he knows he can't do things the same. Either way, he's changed- he's not a naive scientist/pilot of Earth any more, but a hardened family man of the Uncharted Territories.

Mini-Jack is MacGyver

Mini-Jack timetravels and, to avoid messing up the timeline, sets himself up as somebody who's the complete opposite of Jack O'Neill- MacGyver.

Jeannieverse idea- cons

Jeannieverse AU in which she's a criminal and knows Neal Caffrey or someone in Leverage- or one of them is one of the Atlantis kids all growed up (Elliot?).
Or _Neal_'s one of the Atlantis kids and one day she comes strolling into the FBI and starts reaming him out for not keeping in contact and they've been worried sick and how could he be so stupid and etc. He edited the DNA and fingerprints in the SGC files so his wouldn't ping them. And everybody's like "WTF?" and Peter's like "Hands off, he's mine!" and Neal's...cowering, maybe? He knows charming her won't work. Maybe yelling back or something else. She might be there to work together on a case. If he's not really Neal Caffrey, but actually a Sheppard-McKay...that explains so much.

Saucy idea

Saucy's Jack O'Neill gives a very scary lecture on weapons safety to everybody allowed to have weapons on Saucy's grounds, whether he can give it directly or needs a translator- basically, telling them his past and treat their weapons like there are curious kids everywhere on the grounds: either secured on their person or locked up. Weapons lockers are not exactly scarce (locked by magic- in emergencies, anybody can access them) and he terrifies everybody. There are no accidents.
It's his first job there- people have been leaving weapons laying around, which is bad, but nobody can get them to stop, but when they steal him they realize he's perfect for the job.