Chapter Six
Bruce Wayne was with Alfred in the batcave. "Alfred, I need to get his woman off my back, or a t least convince her that I'm not associated with Batman."
'I have an idea, sir."
Time passed and then, in the evening, Bruce Wayne watched his guests. He was holding a ball and had invited Gwen Wilder. The woman came up to him. "Shall we dance, Mr. Wayne?"
The millionaire smiled. "It'll be my pleasure."
They started dancing to a tango, and both were good at it. "So how have things been going...Batman?"
"Bruce Wayne put up a good act, looking puzzled and glancing behind his shoulder. "Huh?'
"I said how are you doing, Batman?"
"Oh, you think I'm Batman? Where on earth did you get that idea?"
"It must be obvious. You always seem to be missing from social events, not to mention you have the resources to—"
"Mrs. Wilder, I am not Batman. I don't go around in a ca—Holy smokes!"
Everyone in the room stopped and looked at a window. Standing there was Batman. The dark knight crashed through the window and landed on his feet, approaching Mr. Wayne. "Mr. Wayne, I want to thank you for letting me "borrow" some of your products."
"You mean steal my things! Where are you hiding everything, pointy-ears?"
Batman grabbed Bruce Wayne and held him up into the air. "Don't call me pointy-ears." He dropped Bruce and turned, firing a grappling gun, and got out the way he came in.
"I guess I was wrong, Mr. Wayne."
"Of course you were wrong."
Bruce thought about the Batman as he danced. The "Batman" that came in was actually Dick Grayson, a.k.a. Nightwing, in disguise. He had come back early from crimefighting in Bludhaven and was available for convincing Mrs. Wilder that the bored millionaire was not a caped crusader who fought the scum of Gotham. Good ol' Grayson. Now he was here to help stop Mr. Freeze.