Sitting at the bar, Bruce sighed sadly. He couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, staring at the contents of the glass his untouched beverage was in.

Here he was, at a gay bar, with no one. He had finally admitted to himself that he preferred his own sex than the many women that would throw themselves at his feet.

So he had come here, hoping to find someone, but…nothing. He wanted a real relationship, but for some odd reason, he couldn't find anyone he was willing to be with.

"Hey beautiful, want to dance?"

Looking up from his…inanimate company, the billionaire saw a young man. The man, that was obviously a lot younger than him self, had long green hair, obviously a dye job, and lots and lots of make applied to their long face.

For some reason, the appearance of the other male made his breath hitch. It reminded him so much of-

Suddenly, an explosion was heard in the direction that the dance floor was located. Feeling his body tense up, brunette stood up from his chair, his body taking a defensive stance instinctively.

With smoke billowing out from the hole that had been created in the wall, a figure was seen, only to suddenly become a variety of color as the person sprang from the dust, sliding slightly on the floor.

"Hello, fellow fruit loops!"

Gasping, Bruce realized whom it was that had just arrived. He wanted to get closer, but reminded himself that he wasn't in the bat suit. 'Don't kid your self! You, know that the real reason you stop yourself is because you want to be with him!'

"Shut up…" He ground out to his inner voice, not wanting to believe what it said.

"Well, isn't this an exciting place?" The green haired invader said sarcastically, getting up from the kneeling stance they had been in from sliding across the floor in a theatrical way.

Walking across the dance floor, the pale skinned man would make sudden moves at some of the gaping crowd, only to laugh as they flinched. The billionaire's heart- beat picked up the closer they got to the bar.

The party crasher suddenly stopped, taking in the sight of the brunette with widened, red eyes. "Brucie, imagine seeing you here of all-!"

Stopping mid sentence, the man suddenly pointed a pale finger accusingly at the young man standing besides Bruce. "Who. The. Hell. Is. HE!"

Forgetting, the shock of being addressed by his name so casually, the billionaire's attention turned towards the man with dyed hair, who was, at this moment, shivering under the other man's anger.

Snarling, the pale skinned man lunged towards the frightened man, murder clearly shining from his unnaturally colored eyes. Seeing this, Bruce ran in front of the stranger, shielding him.

"Enough, Joker!"