Sometimes, I really hate being Bruce Wayne. Because as Bruce Wayne, I have to pretend to be friend with some rich and spoiled playboys, who invite me to parties that I absolutely loathe.

Tonight, I'm at Sebastian Hopwell's party. And in all honesty, he is the most unbearable person that I have ever met. Even the Joker is not that annoying, and that's saying a lot.

He invited three others guys that I am apparently supposed to know but whose I can't remember the name. There is also a bunch of very attractive girls that are just there to entertain my 'friends'.

And the worst thing is, I have to pretend to enjoy that. It's very difficult to have a good time with a girl when I know that if Jack knew about that, he would kill her in a minute. Bloodily, I might add.

"You seem to be tense, Bruce," Sebastian says, sitting next to me, with one girl in each arm.

"Sorry, I'm a bit tired, I guess."

"Hum. Hey, how about a little game?"

I frown. Please, not a game. I hate games. Maybe because the only person I play with is the Joker, and that it always ends with someone's death. But, I'm Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire. I can't refuse.

"Good idea", I say with a pleasant smile. "What game?"

"It's called, 'Pick a bitch'! "

Without caring to explain more, he blindfolds my eyes. Great, now I can't see anything. I feel weak, exposed, and that's really not a feeling that I enjoy. Losing a sense could be lethal for Batman.

Before I can ask what the hell is happening, I feel some soft lips crashing on my own. Okay, so it is that kind of game. Well, what was I expected from a playboy's party?

This is boring. Not necessarily unpleasant, but boring. I let the girl that I can't see having her fun, and I unwillingly respond to her ministration, because that's what I am expected to do. She finally pulls off, and another girl takes her place. Seriously, how long will this game last? I could be doing so many things right now, like fighting criminals, having a nice cup of tea with Alfred, training Tim to be the next Robin, even if I still don't totally agree with his choice, or taking the Joker on a rooftop, under the moonlight.

Wait, what? Where is this idea coming from? Hum…Jack might be right, I'm becoming kinky…

Right now, I don't know how many girls had kissed me since the beginning of the game. Three? Ten? A thousand? As if I cared.

…Wait. I have to admit the girl that is kissing me right now is really gifted. Her kiss is not as vulgar as the other ones'. It's even rough. Okay, maybe I could allow myself a bit fun. That's what Jack always tells me, right?

I kiss her back, with the same passion. When I bite her tongue, she moans slightly and deepens the kiss.

What was the name of the game, again? 'Pick a bitch'?

"I pick this one," I say.

I can feel the girl smiling against my lips. Then Sebastian takes the blindfold off my eyes, so I can see the face of that wonderful kisser.

Unfortunately, it's dark. Sebastian must have switched the lights off while I was blindfolded, to add a little fun, I suppose. Honestly, I'm tired of not seeing anything!

The girl is sitting on my lap. I can't really see her features, but I can see her long, curly hair cascading along her back. She is thin, very thin, and she does not have a lot of curves except maybe for her hips and legs. Strange, I would have thought Sebastian would have only hired girls with incredible big breast and a curvy butt.

Even more strange, she wasn't wearing any obscene clothes, like a skirt that would barely cover her panties or anything like that. No, she was simply wearing a nice pair of trousers, that complimented her legs very well, and a skin-tight T-shirt.

"Hey, wait a second," Sebastian suddenly exclaims. "Who is this girl, I didn't hire her!"

He switches the lights on, but, to everyone's surprise, the girl is gone.

"You knew her, Bruce?" Sebastian asked.

"Not at all. She was a good kisser, though."

I pass a finger on my lips. Yes, she was a really good kisser. Nearly as good as Jack…

"I'm home!" I shout, entering the mansion.

Alfred immediately offers me to take my coat.

"How was the party, Sir?" he politely asks.

"…Unexpected", I answer with a grin.

"My, is that lipstick that I see on your lips, Master Bruce?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "You should better wipe it off before Master Napier sees it…"

"Ah…Hum, yes, thanks Alfred", I stutter, certainly blushing, wiping the lipstick off. "I..ah…think I'm going to bed, now…"

"Yes, I can see your night had been exhausting, Sir", he snickered.

I smile at Alfred, wish him good night, and then go to my bedroom.

I try to not be too nosy, thinking Jack must be asleep, but as soon as I land a feet in the room, I am welcomed by Jack's voice:

"Hey, Darling," he says.

He is lying on the bed, in a very seductive way… But that's not what strikes me. No.

He is wearing a long, curly, purple wig, with a…

Oh, he must be kidding me.

He is wearing the wig along with a green, skin-tight, transparent T-shirt, and purple trousers.

"It was a very nice party", he purrs, rolling on his tummy. "Too bad I had to leave you so early, but I didn't want your friends to freak out discovering who I am. It would have ruined all the fuuuuun…Aheheha!"

"So it was you" I say, grinning. "Well, that explains a lot."

I climb in the bed and take Jack on my lap, just like earlier at the party.

"Care to kiss me again?" I ask.

"Mmmhh…Only if this time, I am the one who's blindfolded. It looked fun."

"Deal. You look too good, anyway. I'd die rather than not see you right now."

"Oooh you. Flattery will get you nowhere, you know that?"

I kiss him.

"We shall see…"