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Bruce was exhausted! It had taken him several weeks to finally track down and capture the Joker before he could blow up the city. Bruce felt as if he would fall over any second now. So it was no surprise when he went to bed super early that night. Alfred stayed up slightly later than his friend but he conveniently forgot to switch on the alarm system before he turned in for the night.

As the front door creaked open giggles could be heard followed quickly by shushing noises. They could not afford to screw this up; they would never get another chance like this one. This would not end like last time when Bruce escaped from right under their noses. He would not be so lucky a second time; they had come prepared.

The intruders were dressed in black from head to toe. Several carried big black bags on their shoulders. As quietly as they were capable of the group slowly began searching the huge mansion for their prey. They peeked into Alfred's room and found the elderly butler fast asleep and snoring. They closed the door and moved onto the next room.

Bruce had no idea what was going on. He remembered gratefully falling asleep on his fluffy bed but when he awoke it was in a chair. To be more precise he discovered that he was duct taped to his rolling desk chair. His analysis of his situation came to an abrupt halt when he heard the giggles. They were the feminine young adult giggles that had come to haunt him in nightmares for months after the incident. They had invaded his house forcing him to change into Batman and flee, however not long after he became cornered in a tree surrounded by what had seemed like hundreds of…

Fan girls.

Bruce closed his eyes and prayed for this to be just another nightmare. Any second now he should wake up in his nice, warm, comfy bed and he could just laugh this off. The giggles got louder and that's when Bruce decided that if there is a God then he has a sick sense of humor.

The fan girls had noticed that Bruce was finally awake. As they attempted to hide their giggles someone dug around in a bag. Bruce had no idea what was going on or what these hormonal teenage girls planned on doing to him. A crazed look entered his eyes as he thought about all the possibilities; they were endless.

Bruce was startled out of his horror filled daydreams by the ominous sound of duct tape being unrolled. That's when he saw it. If the girls had not duct taped his mouth shut Bruce would've started screaming bloody murder. For there in one of the bags of doom was makeup; a chill ran down his spine.

For the next several hours the girls worked on Bruce's makeup and hair. It took them quite awhile because no one could agree on what would look best. They ended up removing and reapplying the makeup quite a few times before everyone grudgingly agreed that it was perfect. Not much could be done with Bruce's short hair so as a compromise they dyed it.

By the time the girls left the sun was coming up and Bruce was traumatized. In a desperate attempt to escape the confines of his room Bruce wheeled the chair over to his bedroom door. The only problem was that he couldn't get out! The fan girls had been extremely thorough when they duct taped him to the chair. His wrists, ankles, torso, and calves were all duct taped to various parts of the chair. Then inspiration struck! Alfred slept a couple rooms down the hall, if Bruce could make a big enough racket his friend would have to come investigate!

So for a couple hours Bruce was banging his chair against walls, dressers, beds, etc. Alfred never came.

Finally Bruce was forced to stop his destruction due to exhaustion. In his head he swore to track those foul girls down and then they would pay for this humiliation! MUH, HA, HA!!!

As Bruce was plotting Alfred woke up, removed his ear plugs and changed. Then he decided to bring his young master some breakfast; however the door refused to open. Alfred went back to his room and dug around for the spare key he kept in case of emergencies. He also thought it would be wise to bring a camera…

When he managed to enter Bruce's room Alfred couldn't stop laughing! This more than made up for his recent humiliation when he tried on the Bat costume! Here was the mighty Bruce Wayne, the country's most wanted bachelor and most famous billionaire, was duct taped to a chair in his boxers and a t-shirt sporting a new makeover.

His hair was dyed hot pink and his makeup even matched! Bright sparkly pink eyeshadow covered his eyelids and thick black mascara made his lashes thick and defined. His cheeks were rosy and his lips were a sparkly pink to match the eyeshadow. Bruce looked relieved to see his butler until he noticed the camera he was holding… as Alfred took pictures galore he ran around the room trying to avoid Bruce, who was madly wheeling around trying to knock Alfred off his feet.

After taking all the pictures he possibly could Alfred took some scissors and carefully released Bruce from his duct tape prison. Bruce immediately ran to the bathroom to take a shower and hopefully wash all the makeup off and the hair dye out. He washed his hair three times and could not get the hot pink out! He was terrified! What if it never came out?! He tried another three times to wash the dye out but the color still looked none the worse for wear. Most of the makeup came off in the shower but the girls had decided to use waterproof mascara. After much bribing Bruce managed to send Alfred to the store for some makeup remover. While Alfred was gone Bruce thought about his revenge. He decided that tracking down all the girls would be too tiresome and besides, how could he prove they did anything to him? That's when inspiration hit.

When Alfred woke up in the morning he changed and went down to eat breakfast. He couldn't understand why Bruce was laughing evilly, or why the mailman started laughing or the UPS man…

Finally fed up, Alfred went into the nearest bathroom and looked in the mirror. He then proceeded to chase Mr. Wayne around the house with a broom. On his face drawn in sharpie were glasses, a unibrow, a curly mustache and to complete the entourage a goatee.

So while Bruce's hair stayed hot pink for several weeks, Alfred couldn't seem to wash off the sharpie doodles for days. Needless to say neither was seen in public for awhile.

And for once, Alfred did not post the embarrassing photos of Bruce on the internet for the world to see. Instead he put them in a safe place where Bruce would never find them so they could be used later as blackmail. Alfred prayed to God that Bruce had not taken pictures of his face after doodling on it or else his blackmail would not last long…

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