Holy second witty phrase of the moment, Batgirl - she was Batgirl! Fighting off a grin of pure delight, Xander clasped his hands together and glanced over his shoulder. Well, there certainly wasn't anyone else around. That meant that she was definitely acknowledging him. Which meant that he was having a conversation with a Batgirl. One of the many. Why couldn't they all show up at once? And then all of them could hang out with him while allowing him to toy with their awesome bat-tech. Like that motorcycle. Xander tried not to stare. He was failing rather miserably in that regard. "Crazy people? Uh...no offense or anything, but...ha...ha." He pointed at her. "You're kinda the one that looks crazy right now. Again - I say that with no intent on the offense button."
He stepped in, just a little closer. "What I mean to say is: Hi. I'm Xander. And you...Batgirl. Well, you're kinda not supposed to be here. Like...really not. Except you are along with a lot of other people that aren't supposed to be." He clapped his hands together, then snapped his fingers as if he just remembered something important. "Like Babs! She's here. She's actually teaching me how to throw batarangs - and I'm rambling." He shook his head. "Stupid, Xander. Stupid."
Okay, maybe he was the one that seemed like a crazy person.
"You're in an alternate universe. But you're not the only one. Like I said, Oracle is here. Robin is here. Superman is here. All those people! It's...well, it's a lot to take in." He shrugged. "...and this is probably the part where you're going to call me crazy and slash or refuse to believe anything I'm telling you. That happens sometimes and I'm okay with it. But I can get you in contact with some of the previously listed people. If that helps." Jeez, he was a rambler.