Chapter 5! Wow guys, sorry. But thanks so very much for the lovely reviews, they really are appreciated. ^^

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Chapter 5

No onePOV

The Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, was watching the news coverage of the opening of the Art Museum for kicks. He quite enjoyed making fun of the reporters. As he watched, stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth, a funny reporter asked the infamous Bruce Wayne a question.

"Yea, um, Gotham Gazette. Who's the young lady in the back?" She asked. The camera turned to a red faced girl, who was shrinking in her seat.

"I know who that is!" Joker said excitedly, leaning forward. "Harl!" he called. "get in here!" Harley skipped in.

"What's up Mista J?" she asked.

"Look at that." he said, pausing the TV and pointing to the girl.

"That's a girl Puddin'." Harley said gently with a shrug.

"I know!" He said exasperated. "But she's the girl from the fast food restaurant, the one with the shirt I didn't like remember?"

"Oh, yea, I guess." She said indifferently.

"SHHHHHHhhhHHHhhhH!" He said, resuming the program, listening intently.

"Ah yea, this is my niece, Kyle Wayne. Stand up Kyle." Bruce said, giving the girl nod. She gulped and turned redder, if that were possible. Then she quickly sat down. Joker stopped listening when he heard 'Wayne.'

"Hmm, so Brucey's gotta niece." Joker said, rubbing his chin in thought. "That could get us a lot of money Harley. Just think, Mr. Wayne would pay big if his niece was in some, uh, jeopardy." He said with a laugh, already forming a plan. "I have a plaaaaan!" He sung joyously, shooting up off the couch and to his office, to write it down before he forgot, or got a new one.

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KylePOV

My awkwardness level right now? On a scale of 1 to 10? 5 gazilllion. I knew no one, and no one knew me. I saw Barbra and The Commish, but I didn't really converse. Instead I stood quietly in the corner, leaning against the wall, sipping on some punch.

"How you holding up?" Bruce asked, leaning next me.

"About as well as person can be in my situation." I shrugged. He chuckled.

"Try to enjoy yourself, mingle." he suggested.

I snorted. "I'm not really the mingling type. Especially with adults. It's just, awkward."

"I know how you feel."

"No you don't. You're Bruce Wayne, playboy millionaire with a different date every other night." I pointed out.

He was silent for a minute. "alright, so I don't know how you feel." He admitted. "Let me introduce you to some people." He said, taking my shoulders.

"I'd really rather not," I said, but I was helpless, he was using his bat grip.

"Naw, it'll be fun." he insisted.

"I guess I don't really have a choice." I said, "it's kind of hard to argue with the Dark Knight." I winked.

"Exactly." He grinned. "Dorothy, babe," he called. A tall woman with slick black hair and in a red and rather revealing dress kissed him on the cheek.

"Brucey! Oh, it's been awhile." she said. She spotted me. "Who's this?"

"This is my niece, Kyle." Bruce introduced us. "Kyle, this is Dorothy Summers, editor of Gotham's best fashion magazine." We shook hands.

"Cool." I said, putting on a smile.I didn't think it was cool, I never understood fashion.

"Wow Bruce, you're quite the family man, first Richard and now Kyle. Is that short for something?" She asked me.

"Uh, Kylie." I said. "But I'd prefer if you'd call me Kyle."

"So Kylie," She said, totally ignoring my request. Alright, rude. "Do you have any interest in fashion."

"To be honest, I don't know the first thing about fashion." And that's where she totally lost interest in me and went back to Bruce. I blew my bangs out of my face and strolled away.I bumped into Dick.

"Hey, having fun?" He asked.

I groaned. "Can we go home yet?"

"I hear ya. But the reception's almost over, so it can't be too much longer." He assured, walking off. I pulled out my ipod that brought without permission and was soon oblivious to the world around me. I'd pause it when a person came up and talked to me, (which wasn't often, by the way), then resumed it when our chat was over.

Finally, Bruce called for order. He received it lickity split.

"First of all, I want to thank everyone for coming out. And of course for the generous donations that will be funding our research here." he said, that made everyone clap. "So now, have good evening. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Have a good day everyone." he said, putting the microphone up. He came over to me and we went to go get Dick. Then he held us to limo and we drove home.

"So," Bruce said in the limo. "Enjoy yourselves?" He asked. Dick and I shared a look, then looked back at him, then shook our heads and looked out the window.

I really don't think I'm ever going to a museum when I get back to my old world.

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So, I hope you enjoyed it. And sorry for the late update.

Oh, and I was wondering, should I continue to write in Kyle's point of view, or continue with no one's point of view?

I'd love to know what you think. ^^

Please review!

Thanks, and please pardon any typos! ^^

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