A/N sorry this took to so long to get out I was gone over the weekend and my mom is undergoing surgery soon, however I hope this is a good chapter. :)

Of course my first thoughts to having a party was no, but I didn't want to push it in one night, and apparently Dick didn't want to either. We had both exchanged a glance at each other before we listened to the boring party that Bruce was hoisting. Really, it shouldn't be considered a party with lame music and boring conversations.

The night came too quickly for my taste. Clothes were set out for me and Dick, they had to be the dorkest clothes in Gothem, but I decided to 'please' Alfred-as he put it. We had our hair slicked back, we looked absolutely ridiculous. Bruce said that we looked like charming young men, of course me and Dick took one look at ourselves in the mirror and decided other wise.

"We look stupid." Dick complained.

"Completely." I agreed.

"Why does he do this to us?"

"He probably does it for his amusement." Why else?

"He always told me that we would look proper, but I agree with you." He made a disgusted look in the mirror. "But just this once." I had to chuckle because I didn't like that we had the same thought going through our head.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked. Yes, I am thinking just that. . .

"Yes. . . but how?"

"I don't know. . ." I sighed at his response.

"We can't really get away with anything without him knowing."

"And tanning our behinds." Dick added. And he was right, really Bruce needs to let up a bit, were guys for gods sake.

"Who else is coming?" I hoped we were just the only kids so we wouldn't be seen by anybody important.

"Nobody really." He mused. He fixed his tie and turned to this side. "Oh, well there is this old hag that fascinates over him. It makes me sick." Dicks face looked like he smelled something foul and I couldn't help but mimic him.

"That sucks." I let myself slide away from the mirror and to the bathroom seat.

"Yeah, and there is more, there are a ton of people who sit around gawking at him." He pitched his voice to sound like a girl. "Oh Bruce! How strong you look! My aren't you looking swell!" He made a chocking nose. "Makes me sick." He repeated.

"Ugh. There probably doing it for the money." I said. Dick shrugged.

"You are probably right." We both looked at each other chewing out the new information.

"When do you think it starts?" I asked. Dick looked at his watch.

"Five minutes or so?" I nodded.

"Then we should probably get down there."

"Fine, after you melon head." I opened the bathroom door.

"Sure thing, don't get you high waters in a knot." I answered back. I grinned a playful smile and took off down the hall.

"Hey!" Dick said and started chasing after me, we were both laughing as we ran past Alfred who was straitening up some of the dinning utensils.

"Careful." He warned.

We didn't really listening to him as we kept running, which was a little mistake. I wasn't really watching were I was going, I was seeing how close Dick was getting to me. One minute I was running the next I felt Dick run into me. I was sandwiched in-between Dick. . . and Bruce. I backed up a little making Dick trip, which I followed down.

"What do you two think you are doing?"

"Nothing, we were just messing around." I said getting off the floor and lending a hand for Dick. Bruce raised an eyebrow. I'm not sure if it was because of my response or my helping hand.

"I can see that."

"Sorry Bruce, will not happen again." Dick piped in.

"Very well, but there will be no funny business tonight, or else is that understood?" Yeah the or else is very much understood.

"Yes, Bruce." We both automatically said in a board tone.

"Ok, well the guest should be arriving soon." He smiled grabbing us he ran his figures through our hair. We laughed in response. "Now stay out of trouble." He said more seriously.

"Sure Bruce." I answered. The door knocked and within an hour the house was jam packed with people. Bruce was utterly boring thought out the hole night and I watched as women mooched themselves over him, gawking as Dick said. He was right it did make me sick.

"Gross." I grimaced.

We watched as Alfred made his way into the kitchen.

"Hey Dick?"

"Yeah?"

"I have an idea." I smiled inwardly as I watched Bruce from aside he was paying to much attention the the three ladies around him. The DJ both was unoccupied. Dick caught my sight.

"Are you thinking. . ."

"Yes."

"Don't you think that its going to be obvious?" Dick asked.

"You worry to much." I commented.

"You don't know Bruce."

"Aw come on." I smiled. "What you can't play with the big boys?"

"Yes I can!" Dick said with big eyes.

"Well. I dunno. I mean, it doesn't seem like you can handle it." I knew I was winning.

"Ok, fine, but I go down you are coming with me."

"You already know I would, you took me down today." Dick laughed at that.

"Got me there."

We neared the DJ both and all eyes were still on Bruce.

"So how does this work?" I whispered behind the booth.

"I thought you knew!" He snarled back.

"Well, it is your house!" I snapped back.

"It's your now too!" Dick spat.

"So, you lived here longer! Figure it out."

"Your the older one! You figure it out." I didn't notice how quite the room had gotten until I saw Bruce standing over us.

"Uh. . . hey." I said. I watched as Bruce switched off a button.

"Next time, make sure the microphone is off." He said narrowing his eyes. "We will talk about this later." After Bruce had apologized for our naughtiness Dick and I seated ourselves in the back of the room. Hours went by and the time just seemed to get slower.

"This is the most boring party I've ever been too." I said messing with the ice cubes in my cup.

"Agreed." Dick laughed. "I wish this night would get a little more interesting." We exchanged another glance, but before we could make thoughts into words there was a banging at the door.

"I wonder who that is?" Dick said. "Nobody else should be here?" I just shrugged.

"Maybe you got your wish." I commented. We watched as Alfred went to get the door. He never checked to see who it was. . . however when the door opened. I wished he had.

My heart stopped at a pale white face and a crocked red smile appeared at the door. . . The Joker had arrived.

Parties suck.

A/N I'd like to dedicate this to Latin Girl Writter. She gave me the idea of the party when she reviewed and said Bruce was a little bit of a "playboy." I say I'd have to agree. Lol. Hope this was worth the time. :)