The sound of slow electrical beeps woke me up. Bright light blinded me when I tried to open my eyes. I groaned as my mom came into view. "Thank goodness you're awake," my dad said as I sat up with my mom's help, "the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with you except for the cut on your stomach and hand and you could leave when you want to." I stared down at my belly as I placed a bandaged hand on where I hit the table. "There were some shards of glass on the edge of the table that cut you when Joker smashed you into it and the shard you tried to stab him with actually sliced your palm." Natasha explained as she stepped forward. I nodded my head then glanced at the clock. It was 3:30 already! That means the mass already started and was probably ending. It also meant that I had been the hospital for about 5 hours. "Are we still gonna go to the party?" I asked my mom in Spanish, since she didn't speak English. She sat there shocked and said that we would if I felt up to it. I nodded then got out of bed as everyone got ready to leave.

The dinner would start at 6 and the dance would start at 7 so we all hurried to get ready. We wanted to get there early and plus it takes awhile for multiple girls to get ready. My cut didn't hurt anymore so it wasn't really bothersome. I put on a black peplum dress with a thick brown belt with black high heels then curled my long dark hair to the side. Since I really didn't like makeup I just put on foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and raspberry colored lip gloss, much to my friends' displeasure. Once we were ready, we left and headed towards the reception.

We arrived at the reception around 5:40. There were already a lot of people there and my parents already started drinking. It was funny how the venue was subconsciously divided into the adults who were gonna drink be by the bar and the rest sitting on the other side. My three friends and I sat on the non drinking side at an empty table. We talked about how beautiful the decorations were and how I was going to show my friends how you dance at a Mexican party. Our laughter subsided when our food came. The music started playing as we ate, the food was very delicious. I looked around some more only to see a certain famous man sit at the table in front of us. It was Bruce Wayne and his adopted sons! I pointed them out to my friends as I looked up to see his oldest son, Richard I think his name was, grin at me. I blushed and stared down at my empty plate. His grin looked familiar somehow.

My friends bombarded me question on how we knew him and if we were related somehow. I told them that for sure I knew that we weren't related as our plates were taken away. After a moment of thinking I got an idea on how he was invited, "The man that my cousin's gonna marry is a pretty important man. He owns a company or something and must be friends or partners with Bruce Wayne." I explained having to talk over the music. They nodded satisfied with my answer as Mikey and his friends walked over to our table. "Anybody sitting here, Nikki?" Mikey asked already sitting down with a grin on his face. I glared at him; he knows I don't like being called that. I rolled my eyes and saw Dante being the last one to sit; in the last chair being by me. Dante apologized for his friends when they weren't paying attention and gave me a shy but kind smile. I smiled back.

We all talked to each other after the bride and groom came in and did their dances. The music started playing louder and after a while, I dragged my friends onto the dance floor. They were ok at it, except for Natasha who was probably the best out of them, and were grateful when an English song came on. I looked over to see my parents already drunk so I danced like as if I was at a club. My friends were embarrassed to dance like me even though there were no little kids and everybody was dancing the same basic way. Miley came over to join us but left moments later to hang out to a cute boy her age. A smiled came upon my face as I notice that the boy was the youngest Wayne son and watched her walk with the boy to a table; she was growing up so fast. As she sat down I also saw Mikey and his friends staring at me, even Dante! Dante quickly looked away when he saw that I caught him staring. The other guys just smirked and talked to each other while they kept staring. Perverts. I glared at them and then glanced back at my friends.

They looked exhausted. The song was starting to end as they sighed in relief. "Were gonna get a drink and take off our heels, wanna come with us?" Dani asked. I just smirked at them and giggled, "Wussies, nah I'm fine you can go on without me." Taking out my phone, I said bye to them and started dancing again. I looked at the time, it was only 8 o'clock and they were already giving up. I shook my head and laughed. Glancing around as I put my phone in my bra again, I noticed that the song was for a fast couple dance. I frowned and was about to walk off to find my friends when I bumped right into a hard chest. "Oi, perdóname!" I apologized as I gazed up. A blush crossed my cheeks as I realized that I had bumped into the oldest son of the Wayne family. "Ah no par-don-a-may um I wasn't paying attention." he tried to speak in Spanish but gave up. I laughed at his attempt as we slowly began dancing to ourselves. "I'm Nichole."

"Oh good that saves me some trouble. I like that name by the way. I'm Richard and I was wondering if I could dance with you." he gave me a charming smile. "I don't know Richie, judging from your Spanish I don't think you can dance this type of dance very well."

"Trust me, my Spanish isn't very good but my dancing is completely different."

"Pues ándele güey." I smirked as I got close to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He was taller than me, that's for sure, even with my heels. He grinned as he put his hands on my waist and we started dancing. I swear I know that grin from somewhere.

Spanish translations:

Oi, perdóname-oh I'm sorry

Pues ándele güey-well come on then