It was a cool Manhattan night. The six happy friends were sitting in Central Perk, gathered around the coffee table. They had been trying for several minutes to get Monica to divulge the identity of her secret boyfriend.
"C'mon Mon, tell us who it is," Ross said.
"Yeah, C'mon, tell us," the others pleaded.
"I will not," Monica said, laughing.
"If she's not telling, then he probably doesn't exist," Chandler observed.
Monica scowled. "He does exist."
"When, then when are we going to meet him?" Chandler shot back.
Monica only pointed in reply as her mystery man walked through the door. He was dark, tall, and handsome. Their jaws all dropped. The man didn't need an introduction, but Monica gave him one anyway.
"Guys, meet Bruce Wayne."