Disclaimer: I hate Justice League! I can't say it any plainer than that! That show I no own!

Author's Note: I really need to figure out what I'm gonna write before I write it. I stopped typing this AN because I just thought of how the ending could go. (The ending which you, the clueless fan, does not know! . I can barely contain myself!) All right, let's get this chapter over with.

Chapter 4: Invisible Lust

Bruce stared at the blank paper. Shit! After all that shit, I get shit! he thought as he tossed the paper in the trash. He was disappointed, though he wouldn't admit it to himself, that his letter was blank. It's not like I care or anything. I don't need anyone in my life. I'm strong, independent, and I'm rich. I don't need love, especially from that stupid bitch!

It wasn't true no matter how many times he thought it. It was true that his solitary childhood had made him strong, but being alone also left him vulnerable. He wanted to love someone, and to have her return his love. But he was tricked and cheated....

.....or so he thought. He lifted his head off of his cluttered desk in his study and glanced at the mysterious red card. The card that at first glance looked trivial, did indeed have writing on it. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the card had one word on it written in pencil: shade.

Shade, thought Bruce meaningfully as he stared at the card. What the fuck? Maybe she means window shades? Bruce observed the windows of his study, which were covered with blinds and draped in curtains. Damn, I feel stupid now. Shade....shade.....shade of color? He thought examining the card. The card was a bright vermillion, and the word was scrawled on with pencil. Nothing else was written, nor were there any marks in another shade of red. Strike two. I'm thinking way too hard. Bruce picked up a pencil and started coloring in the card. He knew it wasn't going to do anything. It was just to help him think.

Words began to appear where he shaded: Shade...to reveal the message.

It finally clicked. Bruce rushed to the trash can to retrieve the letter. He started to scribble like a four year old with a coloring book. Instantly, the message began to reveal itself. Bruce's eyes widened as he read.

My Debonair Caped Crusader,

I'm sorry I couldn't deliver this letter like last time. Please don't think me too rash or demanding for alerting the whole Justice League like that. I feel myself wanting you more and more. I want to embrace you, kiss you, make you my own. It's becoming more difficult to write to you, so I'm proposing that we meet. Wednesday, 2:00 a.m. in Gotham Park. But please, only come if you are willing to return my love.

I'll see you there.

Bruce smiled. That mystery woman, whoever she was, really knew what he liked. She had a seductive sense of style, like his first love. There was no doubt about it, he was being baited by a siren's song. He wanted to go, even though he knew it was a trap. He looked at his watch. It read, "Tuesday, 12:06 a.m." He had less than two hours to prepare for the meeting. Something tells me this is gonna be one hell of a night, he thought to himself.

To Be Continued

Ooooh, it's the pen-ultimate chapter! Should I be swift with your punishment and send the final chapter quickly, or should I make you beg. (What the hell am I talking about, no one is reading this anyway... :( ) Anyway, the end result will be a large amount of pissed off Justice League fans. That is the whole reason I wrote this. Please don't hate me! Well, I have to write chapter 5......eventually...

The power of friendship compels you! – Chibi-Vicki-san