Dear Diary,
I totally won the outfit from the auction. Hahahaha I am the greatest! No one outbids Bruce Wayne! Soon those precious green plaid pants will be on display here in the cave! I not only did a dance of victory, but had a celebratory peppermint latte as well.
On an unrelated topic, I'm becoming a bit concerned about Tim.
Last night, when we were out on patrol, he kept staring at me. It was really distracting, and also, eerie. He nearly got jumped four times by muggers. And when he'd look at me, he'd mumble something about confusion and being lost. The words "crazy" and "Bruce" were used a lot as well.
I really don't know what's going on, especially because he would only stare at me when my back was turned. Especially when we'd be roof-jumping and my cape would billow up. Wait a minute. It's all starting to make sense now...Tim's in love with me!
It's the only logical explanation! Why he's so quiet, except for the mumbling and the staring. Oh, I bet he's so mixed up and shy about it, he doesn't know what to do. Poor Tim.
Not that I blame him. I mean, I am witty, charming, gorgeous, rich, and fantastic in the sack. Just ask any woman who's ever met me.
However, there's no way I can encourage this. How would it look for me to egg on the hormone-ridden feelings of a teenaged boy? The last thing I need is for people to start talking about Bruce Wayne keeping little boys as his own personal party favours.
No, no I'll have to be firm but gentle. Make it clear that his feelings will have to go unrequited and he will have to find a new object of his affections. How to do...I'll have to consult Alfred, I think. He always knows what to do in situations where a young boy is in love with with a person and the person can't reciprocate.
Well...or so I'd imagine. I mean, he always knows what to do with all the other weird shit that happens around here. This is probably nothing some cookies and a vicodin won't cure.
In other news, I finalized my guest list for the Birthday Fiesta, tentatively titled Waynestock. I have a lot of special guests getting invites, including the JLA, Titans, and Britney Spears. I figure I'll have the announcements sent out soon, so people can plan ahead. And purchase me presents. Ah, sweet, sweet material items that bring such joy and shininess to my life!
No salsa lessons tonight, due to the Black and White Ball. Enrique was really disappointed when I told him I would have to miss class, to the point of asking me to stay late to make up what I'd miss. He takes his dancing very seriously.
You know...I haven't seen Catwoman in a while. I wonder how good ol' Jugs is doing.
STUFF I ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT FORGET:
Days Until I am Sexiest Man Alive: 27 (I can practically taste it.)
Song of the Moment: Kelis, "Milkshake" (I'd like to see if really she brings all the boys in the yard. I mean, damn, that's some skill.)
Have to make arrangements for possible investors in Wayne Tech arriving next Tuesday. Corporate suites-a-plenty must be reserved.
Dodgeball game using cannon is scheduled for Monday evening. It's a training exercise. (Okay, it's an excuse to whup everyone else's ass. I love making myself feel good by tearing others down!)
I just noticed the time, and I have to shower and put on my tuxedo, so I have enough time to get Lucy at her hotel. I'm going to think more on my Tim problem, Diary. Until next time!
Bruce Wayne
I totally won the outfit from the auction. Hahahaha I am the greatest! No one outbids Bruce Wayne! Soon those precious green plaid pants will be on display here in the cave! I not only did a dance of victory, but had a celebratory peppermint latte as well.
On an unrelated topic, I'm becoming a bit concerned about Tim.
Last night, when we were out on patrol, he kept staring at me. It was really distracting, and also, eerie. He nearly got jumped four times by muggers. And when he'd look at me, he'd mumble something about confusion and being lost. The words "crazy" and "Bruce" were used a lot as well.
I really don't know what's going on, especially because he would only stare at me when my back was turned. Especially when we'd be roof-jumping and my cape would billow up. Wait a minute. It's all starting to make sense now...Tim's in love with me!
It's the only logical explanation! Why he's so quiet, except for the mumbling and the staring. Oh, I bet he's so mixed up and shy about it, he doesn't know what to do. Poor Tim.
Not that I blame him. I mean, I am witty, charming, gorgeous, rich, and fantastic in the sack. Just ask any woman who's ever met me.
However, there's no way I can encourage this. How would it look for me to egg on the hormone-ridden feelings of a teenaged boy? The last thing I need is for people to start talking about Bruce Wayne keeping little boys as his own personal party favours.
No, no I'll have to be firm but gentle. Make it clear that his feelings will have to go unrequited and he will have to find a new object of his affections. How to do...I'll have to consult Alfred, I think. He always knows what to do in situations where a young boy is in love with with a person and the person can't reciprocate.
Well...or so I'd imagine. I mean, he always knows what to do with all the other weird shit that happens around here. This is probably nothing some cookies and a vicodin won't cure.
In other news, I finalized my guest list for the Birthday Fiesta, tentatively titled Waynestock. I have a lot of special guests getting invites, including the JLA, Titans, and Britney Spears. I figure I'll have the announcements sent out soon, so people can plan ahead. And purchase me presents. Ah, sweet, sweet material items that bring such joy and shininess to my life!
No salsa lessons tonight, due to the Black and White Ball. Enrique was really disappointed when I told him I would have to miss class, to the point of asking me to stay late to make up what I'd miss. He takes his dancing very seriously.
You know...I haven't seen Catwoman in a while. I wonder how good ol' Jugs is doing.
STUFF I ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT FORGET:
Days Until I am Sexiest Man Alive: 27 (I can practically taste it.)
Song of the Moment: Kelis, "Milkshake" (I'd like to see if really she brings all the boys in the yard. I mean, damn, that's some skill.)
Have to make arrangements for possible investors in Wayne Tech arriving next Tuesday. Corporate suites-a-plenty must be reserved.
Dodgeball game using cannon is scheduled for Monday evening. It's a training exercise. (Okay, it's an excuse to whup everyone else's ass. I love making myself feel good by tearing others down!)
I just noticed the time, and I have to shower and put on my tuxedo, so I have enough time to get Lucy at her hotel. I'm going to think more on my Tim problem, Diary. Until next time!
Bruce Wayne
