Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story except for Sandra and her friend. Hope you enjoy.
This story was originally written much darker and adult oriented. I had to change a lot to fit it into the teen rating. Hopefully the message still comes through the way it was intended. Please review!
"Hi, Hon." She replied to the voice.
Bruce turned to look the guy up and down. Even though he was feeling the effects of the alcohol, he knew that the size of this guy was not an exaggeration. The man must have been about 6"6 and built like a truck. Bruce had never taken on anyone from the underworld like this. For a moment he calculated if the Batman would be able to take someone on like that without some serious backup. The man eyed Bruce with his tilted head looking at Bruce lost in thought.
What are you looking at, asshole? That's my gal."
Bruce stepped up to him. What did he have to lose anyway?
"Why don't we let the lady decide that."
Sandra looked at Bruce like he had two heads. No one had ever said that before first about being a lady and second letting her have a choice, Who was this guy?
The larger man said nothing. He gave a cold look to Sandra.
"Well, bitch. What will it be?"
Sandra grabbed Bruce's arm tighter. The other man grabbed and chair and was about to throw it at Bruce when another petite thing came up to him,
"hey, why don't you come with me tonight, Hon? I haven't been with you in awhile. What do you say?"
He grunted and slammed the chair down. It shattered. Bruce noticed that the club had silenced and everyone was looking at them. They needed to get out of there quickly. He pushed his hat down father onto his head.
"Come on, Sandra."
As they left, neither one looked back.