Chapter 4: And it turned into a Ballroom Blitz

"Your guests are arriving as we speak, sir." Alfred informed the young man and lady of the house.

Bruce was expected to hold a big charity event at Wayne Manor. Now that he was 18, the media swarmed him like locust. "The soon to be crowned prince of Gotham", they called him. So he decided that while he was in the spotlight, he should make the most of it and create a good image of himself.

Selina hated the media. She stayed away from it all. Everyone referred to her as "Wayne's mystery girlfriend" and wondered if she even existed. He claimed he wasn't single but they never saw him and Selina together.

She was good at spotting the blood sucking parasites, known as paparazzi, from a mile away. They never snapped a single picture of her. Leading to the media wondering if Bruce was lying when he said he was taken.

Bruce was fixing up his tux. He looked over at Selina and sighed. "I take it you're not coming."

She was laying on the bed wearing her typical lounge wear. "And let those soul sucking leaches eat me alive? No thanks." She turned her attention back to her phone.

Bruce nodded. "Fair enough." He tried to tie is tie, but was having trouble. Selina noticed, let out an annoyed groan, and got up to fix it for him.

"You seriously can't figure this out on your own?" She teased.

He shrugged. "Maybe I just like it better when you do it."

She looked up at him and smiled. "You know you don't need to make up excuses to get me close to you." She finished his tie and used it to pull his head closer to hers. "All you have to do is ask."

Their lips met together in a nice kiss. Bruce went to wrap his arms around her and embrace her when she broke the kiss and went back over to the bed.

"Have fun at your party babe." She left him hanging so that he'd be hungry for more.

Bruce clicked his tongue and nodded. She drove him crazy in all the right ways.

Bruce went downstairs, to the ballroom and as excepted he was forced to meet and greet with wealthy and important people. All of them three even four times his age. People who either knew or pretended to know his parents.

All of them wanting to get in his good graces. It was so fake it made him sick.

Thankfully there were a couple of friendly faces. One was his best friend Clark, who he invited.

"Thanks for coming." Bruce said giving his friend a handshake.

"No problem." He looked around at all the women. "Dang there are some fine trophy wives here. How's my stache looking?"

"Did you really just come here to hit on older and married women?"

"Milfs and lonely wives, my friend. They know things."

"I was kinda hoping you'd..."

"Oh, tits." Clark walked off hypnotized by a woman with a fake set of breasts.

Bruce was soon approached by another friendly face.

"Nice party Bruce."

Bruce turned see, "Vicki? Hey." He gave her a smile. "What are you doing here?"

She was wearing a blue dress that matched her pretty blue eyes perfectly. Her golden hair in a braid hanging over her shoulder.

"I'm hoping to get a quote from the host. I got an internship at Gotham News. And my editor said if I could get a quote from my friend, Bruce Wayne himself, he'd give me a job for sure after graduation. Think you can help me out? Please?" She shot him a cute, pleading puppy dog face.

He chuckled and nodded. "I suppose."

"You're a sweetheart." She took out her recorder. "What are your opinions on the masked criminals who broke into the museum last night?"

"Oh that's what you want my opinion about?"

She nodded. "No offense but nobody cares about this party. They care about the city's prince and his take on the masked man and woman."

Bruce played it cool. No need to worry. She was just asking the prince of Gotham what he thinks these people in costumes are doing.

"Well any guy or girl running around like them at night in costumes, clearly has issues." He said.

"Some believe that the woman is the same burglar that's been taking scores all over the city for years. And the man was infact the same vigilante who assaulted Carmine Falcony and repossessed an item he stole from the Wayne foundation. Curious he did a favor for you, don't you think?"

Bruce nodded. "Very curious." He answered.

"Some have taken to calling him the Batman."

"The Batman?" Bruce asked with a slight upset tone. "Are you sure that's what he goes by?" He couldn't believe it. They got his name wrong.

"What else would he go by?" Vicki asked back. "The Human-bat or something like that? That's awful! Who would think of that?" She laughed.

Bruce nervously fake laughed back. "Haha that's the worst." He brought his fake laughter down. "But believe me when I say 'I don't deal with vigilantes. My dream is a Gotham in which there's no crime and no weirdos taking the law into their own hands'. There's your quote."

Vicki smiled. "I like it." She looked around. "Where's your lady?"

Bruce paused thinking of a good excuse to be at his own party stag when he Clark approaching him at near full speed.

"Bruce we got a problem!" He said nearly crashing into his friend. "That chick with the big fake titties..." He looked over at Vicki "Hey Vicki..." He greeted her. Then he did a double take after seeing how good she looked now. "Hey Vicki. Looking good."

"Clark!" Bruce snapped his attention back.

"Oh yea, that girl is Falcony's wife." Clark informed him. "He's here."

"What is a mob boss doing at your party Bruce?" Vicki asked.

"I sure as shit didn't invite him." Bruce answered.

"I hear he likes to invite himself to events like this." Clark added.

They looked around and sure enough Falcony was making straight line for Bruce.

He had an off putting grin on his face. Bruce stood his ground. Like a man trying to win a territorial display against a wild predator. The mob boss approached Bruce and held out his hand.

"Carmine Falcony." He introduced himself.

Bruce didn't even look at his hand. He just stared straight through the mobster. Everyone else in the room watched this encounter.

Falcony frowned. "I get you're new to the game kid, but bad things happen to people who disrespect me." He didn't take kindly to Bruce embarrassing him in front of everyone.

"I don't fear you." Bruce replied. "And neither should anyone else."

Clark nudged Bruce in the side. "Maybe you should be a little more diplomatic."

"I know what I'm doing." Bruce cut him off.

Carmine shifted his attention to Clark. "And you are?"

"I'm uh." Clark stuttered thinking of a fake name to give him. "John."

"Oh really? What's your last name? Doe?" Carmine asked with a laugh. Some of his men joined in.

Clark nervously fake laughed with them, causing them all to stop and just stare at him. Clark stopped too and nervously gulped.

"You're weird, kid." Falcony said with a disapproving grimace.

Clark nodded and looked down. "Yeah." He sighed.

Falcony turned his attention back to Bruce. "So a few months ago some jerk off, and his bitch, come to my club and beat me up. It's over something I... came into possession of at your last charity event."

Bruce scoffed. "You mean stole?"

Falcony shrugged. "Stole? Me? Never..." He and his men laughed again. They settled down and Falcony continued his rant. "But get this. Last night some guy who looks to be the same jerk off, just dressed up as a fuckin bat this time, shows up and tries to stop a robbery from some bitch. A bitch who looks a lot like the bitch who helped him out the last time. And now here you are the next day having another charity party... coincidences huh?"

Bruce shrugged with no change in his stern poker face. "Coincidences." Bruce coldly replied.

"He's the problem kid." He and Bruce were eye to eye just inches away. "I don't believe in coincidences."

Bruce nodded. "Well... that sounds like a you problem."

Falcony leaned in right in Bruce's face. "I know he works for you. You tell him I'm gonna find him and skin him alive."

"I'll get right on that." He sarcastically replied, showing zero fear. "Now get out of my house."

Falcony nodded. "Oh I will. But first..." he turned to his men. "Boys, be good lads and thank our host."

One of falcony's men threw a punch right at Bruce. He could have dodged it easily, punched the man in the throat, and break his arm 7 times over in the blink of an eye. But everyone was watching. And Falcony was testing to see if he was in fact The Bat. So Bruce git his teeth and took the punch.

It was a hard punch. Bruce could've just absorbed it if he wanted to. But instead he reacted to it like a normal person would. He took a step back like he lost his balance and let out a grunt.

Everyone let out a gasp. Vicki especially. "Brucie!" She placed her hand on his cheek and check the his bruise. "That was a sucker punch you pussy!" She yelled at the guy who punched Bruce.

"What was that, bitch?" He asked.

Vicki looked away. "Nothing."

That didn't sit well with Bruce's blood bother. Clark was as loyal a friend as they came. So when he saw his friend get assaulted, he lost his temper instantly. He grabbed the man who punched Bruce by the collar, lifted him up off his feet, and slammed him through a nearby table.

The loud crash of the plates and the glasses shattering, and the wood breaking echoed throughout the house.

Even Selina heard it from upstairs. "What the?" She figured she better go check it out.

Falcony looked at Clark, then at his man laying unconscious, then back at Clark.

"Uh oh." Clark gulped knowing he just started a shit storm.

"Get these assholes!" Falcony ordered his men. 10 men rushed them.

Bruce knew he couldn't leave him friend hanging. He rushed in, grabbed one of the men and threw him to the ground, then stared attacking another one.

Another man was about to land a punch on Bruce, but Alfred came in, seemingly out of nowhere and caught it.

"Don't you touch my godson you bastard!" He then knocked the man out cold before giving Bruce an upset look. "I taught you to keep your eyes up in a fight."

"Just punch someone!" Bruce replied while punching a man he had pinned on the ground.

Alfred wasn't about to let his godson and his friend deal with them alone so he started kicking ass.

This charity event went to hell out of nowhere. And it turned into a ballroom blitz.

Two others swarmed Clark who tossed one to the ground and dealt with the other one.

One approached Vicki. She backed up with pure fear in her eyes.

"Don't worry little girl. Daddy's gonna take real good care of you."

In a panic move she kicked the man in the nuts. He leaned over and let out a cry of pain. She then punched him in the face.

"Owwww!" She yelped as she shook out her hand and wrist. She had no idea how to throw a punch so it hurt her hand more than it hurt his face.

The man was about to attack again when Selina came in, kicked him in the nuts again, and knocked him out by smashing a glass against his had.

Selina and Vicki looked at each other.

"Follow all the way through with the punch." Selina advised her. "Like you're punching through their face. And get your shoulder into it. It hurts less." She went to go beat up someone else.

Vicki just stood their shocked. "That's a girl I would never try and fight."

Bruce allowed himself to take a couple of hits to make it look convincing. That he wasn't the same guy that took on 5 men without a suffering a single scratch at the Club months ago. He was about to take another shot when Selina came in and knocked the guy out.

"So it took a fight to get you to come downstairs?" Bruce asked.

"You know I love a good scrap, darling." She answered.

Eventually all of Falcony's men were on the ground, either unconscious or squirming in pain.

Falcony nervously laughed. "Well that was a heck of a fight. Great job, all of you. So we'll cut our losses and we'll call it a tie."

Bruce had a bloody nose, a cut on his lip, and a bruise on his cheek. He walked up to Falcony and punched him right in the nose as hard as he could.

Falcony collapses on the ground crying over his broken nose as Bruce stood over him.

"Alfred, call the cops will you?"

"Way ahead of you, Master Bruce."

Selina checked on Bruce's wounds.

"How do I look?" He asked.

"Like hammered shit." She replied. "But because i love you, it's still a face I'd be happy to sit on."

They shared a smile followed by a kiss. Unfortunately it was cut short by a reporter snapping a photo.

"Oh hell!" Selina sighed realizing she was caught.

"Is this the mystery girlfriend? What was she doing upstairs all this time?" He asked.

Vicki got out her recorder too. "Care to comment on this brawl against notorious mob boss, Carmine Falcony?"

This was a disaster. His face was a mess. He, his butler, his friend, his best friend, and his girlfriend all were involved in an all out brawl at his charity event.

Selina was pissed that the spotlight, that she never wanted, was now on her. They both thought things couldn't get much worse.