"Not again," Mad Hatter said to himself in his dark, lonely cell in Arkham Asylum. "Not here again. He always manages to get me back in this prison. How does he do it?" Mad Hatter sighed. "I'm just a sad, lonely soul trying to be with the one I love. But of course Batman thinks I'm going too extreme and taking risks. It's not like he's ever been in love. He would never understand."
Suddenly an idea sparked. "That's it," Mad Hatter said to himself with a bright smile. "I'll just make him understand! But I'll go extreme this time." Then he began to laugh evilly, just by thinking of the wonderful plan he was imagining.
"Master Bruce, I really do think it is time for you to find your one love," Alfred said. Bruce looked at Alfred with a frown.
"Alfred, if you haven't noticed, I've been in a relationship with Selina and Talia. Harley and Poison Ivy have kissed me many times. And not to mention, I've been on numerous dates this week as Bruce Wayne," Bruce said. "I think I'm doing just fine."
"Sir, I'm not exactly sure you understand what I'm saying," Alfred said. "I think it would be a rather good choice to have your love's alignment be good, and not evil. And it's about time a woman has gotten to know the real Bruce Wayne."
"I've come close to that a few times," Bruce said. "But once I tell them I'm Batman, they scream and run away."
"Well, Master Bruce, maybe you will have another chance tonight," Alfred said.
"Tonight?"
"The gala tonight?" Alfred reminded him. Bruce widened his eyes.
"Ohhh," he said. "I should go get dressed then."
"I highly recommend that," Alfred said, tired of Bruce always forgetting things.
Alfred drove up to the gala entrance and went out of the car. He walked to Bruce's side and opened the door for him and Bruce stepped out. "Now, sir, remember to try to find that special someone," Alfred reminded him. Bruce inhaled, and began to wave to everyone and the paparazzi.
"I know, Alfred," Bruce said.
"And there are plenty women out there who would love to date a young, handsome, and
wealthy man," he said. Bruce smiled.
"Well at least Veronica isn't one of them," he said. (Veronica is friend.) Alfred smiled back and stepped back in the limousine. Bruce inhaled again, then walked into the building.
There were many people inside for the gala. And many, many women. Bruce felt overwhelmed. He had to try in these three hours to take a woman home with him, or else Alfred would be really disappointed. Bruce looked around for Veronica, who would help him or save him from the women. He spotted her and began to walk in her direction.
"Veronica!" Bruce said with a smile. She smiled back, acting a little different, but Bruce ignored it. "You're here as well?"
"Of course I am," she said and took a step closer to him. Bruce raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Well, Alfred told me it's about time I got a girlfriend," he was awkwardly, beginning to sweat a little. "Do you think you could help?"
"Brucie, I've been waiting until you'd ask me out!" Veronica said and hugged him.
"Veronica- what?" he said, startled. "I… I wasn't exactly asking you out. You're my friend." Veronica let go of the hug.
"But, Brucie, you know you've always been in love with me," she said. Bruce felt disgusted.
"You know what? I think I'm going to get a drink," he said and began to walk away from her. "I'll just take… a second." Then he walked quickly away from her, confused.
He wasn't lying about the drink, though. Bruce took a glass and poured cold water inside to calm him down. Suddenly a man bumped into him and the water spilled down his suit. Bruce widened his eyes and looked behind him, and saw the man was running away. "Lousy piece of trash," Bruce muttered to himself. He looked down at the wet mess on his suit. Bruce sighed and looked around for a napkin, but there was nothing. He began to wring it out with just an inch of clothing to pull, but it was hopeless. Bruce looked behind him to curse at the man in his mind, when suddenly he felt a cloth gently touch his chest. Bruce looked straight a saw a beautiful young lady drying his suit.
"You should be more careful," she said, not looking him in the eye but wearing a nervous smile. She had red hair and beautiful blue eyes. At last she looked at him. "Excuse me. I saw a man in need." Bruce smirked.
"Thank you," he said. "But it's fine. I've face worse situations." Bruce began to think of his adventures with Joker and how many times he almost died, but he soon returned to reality. "I didn't catch your name," he said. The woman smiled.
"Victoria Vale," she said. "But you can call me Vicki. Everyone does." At last she stopped drying Bruce's suit and put the cloth away in her bag.
"And I assume you know my name..?" Bruce said. Vicki tapped her chin, thinking.
"Oh, it was George, right?" she joked and began to laugh. Bruce grinned.
"You're a very charming young lady," he said. Vicki stopped laughing and looked at him.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said with a smirk.
"I'd love to get to know you more," Bruce said seriously, but smiled. "Maybe we can have a cup of coffee sometime." Vicki's eyes widened, but she calmed down.
"I'd love that," she said and held out her hand. Bruce leaned forward and kissed it. When he looked up he saw that it was another woman, and not Vicki.
"What..?" Bruce said in confusion and surprise. He looked around and saw Vicki on the floor, struggling to get up. Bruce ran to her side and helped her to her feet. "Vicki, are you alright?" he asked. Vicki gave the death stare at the woman who pushed her and said,
"I'm fine." The woman walked towards them.
"Excuse me, Victoria Vale," the woman said. "But Bruce is mine!" Bruce widened his eyes, taking a step back.
"What?" Vicki said angrily. "Who are you anyways?"
"Angela Hudlin," she replied with a smile. "And Brucie is mine."
"No!" another woman yelled. She pushed her way through the crowd. "Mr. Wayne was mine first!" Bruce became embarrassed and confused that he didn't know what to do. But suddenly he heard more and more yells of women, saying,
"Brucie!"
"Back off! I'm his!"
"We met years ago!"
"He loves me!"
All the women began to get in fist fights and pushed each other to the ground. But in a moment half of them looked at Bruce and began to chase after him, yelling things like,
"I love you!"
"You're mine!"
Bruce began to slowly walk backwards, then turned and ran out of the building. The women were squealing and chasing after him.
"Oh, he's so handsome!" one yelled.
"Brucie! Come back! We didn't get to kiss yet!" another one said.
The women were surprisingly fast, so Bruce had to run at a faster speed than usual. They chased him down the steps but suddenly one woman leaped and jumped on top of him. Bruce fell on the steps with a grunt. The woman on top of him flipped him over to face her and she kissed his lips dramatically, pushing as deep as she could go. The other women became angry and began to yell, but the woman on top of Bruce took out a gun from her pocket and shot at one woman behind her, still in a kiss with Bruce. All the other women hesitated, but ran back in the building.
Bruce opened his eyes in the kiss and saw that Angela Hudlin was kissing him. She began to moan and her tongue moved forward in his mouth but Bruce closed his lips. Angela punched his side and his mouth opened in a grunt and she immediately licked the inside of his mouth. Her tongue swirled around his and she slowly began to take the straps of her dress off. Bruce twisted and turned to escape from her, but Angela's grip was tight. In a moment the dress was off of her on the top half of her body and a lace and very skimpy bra was revealed. Angela grabbed his hand and forced him to touch her breasts and Bruce groaned in disgust.
A black limousine pulled up and Angela broke from the kiss. She grabbed him by the collar of his suit and pulled him into the car. Bruce tried to resist, but she was oddly very strong. She pushed him into the backseat and she soon joined him after.
"Lock the doors," Angela said to the driver and he obeyed. She looked up at the lights in
the limousine and flicked them off, then turned to Bruce. She slowly approached him, even though they were in a car. Bruce scooted as far back as he could, but very soon touched the edge of the limousine. He grabbed his phone and held it behind him, calling Alfred. "Where were we, Brucie?" she said.
"You're an idiot," he said and Angela leaned up against him, his arm between her two breasts.
"Hmm," she said. "I think of myself as a… well… girlfriend of Bruce Wayne." Bruce turned his head away from her as she began to lick up his neck. She sucked on his earlobe and Bruce grinded his teeth.
Just wait for Alfred, he reminded himself. I'll get outta here soon.
Angela stopped and sat up. "Hey, you know what I realized?" she said.
"That you're insane?" Bruce said with a frown. Angela laughed.
"No silly," she said and her smile turned to a smirk. "That I think Vicki missed a spot when she was drying your suit." Angela touched the edges of his suit and took it off, then his white shirt, then his tie, leaving only his bare chest. "And I think the water went through your clothes." Angela smirked. "Better dry it." Bruce gasped lightly as Angela slowly licked his chest. She grabbed his hand and forced him to touch her breasts again, only this time she made him play with the edges of her bra.
Just wait, Bruce thought to himself, wondering when Alfred would come. Suddenly he heard tires screeching from behind and saw his lamborghini behind the limousine. Bruce smiled. Speak of the devil, he said. Alfred came running out and Angela sat up and looked at Alfred running to her limousine.
Alfred took out a knife and broke the window, then unlocked the door. Angela gasped and grabbed Bruce just as we was running out. "No! Don't leave!" she yelled. Bruce kept trying to twist and get her off, but she was holding tight around his ankle. Finally Alfred ran up and struck Angela with the handle of the knife on her eye and she screamed, letting go of Bruce. Bruce and Alfred ran to his lamborghini and drove away a nanosecond later.
"Sir, would you like to explain what exactly happened?" Alfred asked while they were driving to the Wayne Manor.
"And would you like to explain why you're driving my lamborghini?" Bruce asked with a smile.
"Oh," Alfred said. "I-I was in a hurry." Bruce laughed, but then frowned.
"Alfred, something's wrong with the women at the gala," he said. "I know they're all crazy about me-"
"Now, Master Bruce. Let's not be one to show off," Alfred said.
"Shut up," Bruce laughed. "I know they're all crazy about me, but things got really weird. And violent. All the women at the gala came chasing after me. Angela jumped on top of me and had the nerve to kiss me."
"That doesn't seem surprising," Alfred said. "Wouldn't any woman want to kiss Bruce Wayne?"
"She shot another woman," Bruce said. Alfred was silent.