(AN: Hey sorry but i think this chapter is a little shorter then the rest and a lot weirder so pleaes tell me what you think cause I'm really unsure of this chapter.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any of the charactors. If I did I would probably not be writting this :p
I walked into the night club and I saw a few guys turn their head to me. My black wig swished behind me like real hair. I smile to the boys and winked. I walked up to a bar and asked for a drink. It was weird feeling pretty, I liked it. The heels and tight cloths made me feel so...feminen. It was amazing.
It was almost 2 in the morning and I had made my rounds dancing with almost all the guys. I made some friend with girls too. Pretty girls. It was weird being pretty. After my fith drink a man sat down next to me.
"Hey, babe." he said with a wink.
"Hey, babe, yourself," I replied with a wink. Did that really just come out of my mouth. I looked at the little shot glass. How many of these have I had?
"Oh, you can't have too many." He said.
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah, it's the magic of alcohol. Do you wanna get some air?"
"I'd love some." I said walking outside with me. We walked further from the club. He took my hand and pulled me into the alley. "Where are you taking me?" I giggled feeling dizzy from the shots. Suddenly the smile left his face and he shoved me into the wall. I screamed. He began to take off his pants. A rush came over me and I punched him across the face. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into the wall. I screamed. Suddenly Batman dropped down behind him. Shit! I slipped off my high-heels and began to beat the crap out of my potiential rapist. The Batman interuped the ass-handing I was doing and told the rapist to leave.
"Did I look like I needed help?!" I yelled at Bruce. He just widened his eyes. "I had it taken care of."
"It seemed as though you were not the one who needed rescuing," he said in his husky voice. I brushed myself off. For a moment we stared straight into each other's eyes. I wondered if he could tell who I was. "Have a good night, Ma'am," he said dissappearing into the night. I breathed out heavily and ran my hand through my fake hair.
"I think that was enough fun for one night," I said and dissappeared into the darkness Bruce left into.
When I got home I stuck into my quarters via the window. I stripped off my skit and top along with my wig. Slowly I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. I dicided it would probably okay if I didn't wrap up my chest tonight since it was rare for either of them to come into my quarters. Suddenly I heard the doornob click and the door sweeping across the carpet.
"Mister Robin, I ha-" Alfred cut himself off and stared at me. How was I going to explain this makeup? My bandage wrap was not around me...none of my manly protection was on. I looked like a girl with short hair and men's sweatpants.
"I-I...can explain..." who was I kidding? I couldn't explain my entire lie of a life to Alfred. The poor old man looked so frightened and stunned.
Dun dun dun duuuuuuuun! please R&R
