Disclaimer: I still do not own DC or Batman, or any Batman characters.
Authors Note: Oh gosh, how time has flown since I last wrote a chapter! Having writers block really sucks. But I'm back now. This is far from the last chapter, but I decided that since I had the idea in my head, I would make a Batman/Bruce Wayne Mary Sue. I've still got The Penguin, The Riddler, Killer Croc, Mr. Freeze, and maybe a Gary Stu for Poison Ivy. I figured I should throw this out there; these stories aren't based off of any particular Batman comic series, franchise, movie, etc. It's a sort of combination of them all, with bits and pieces from different versions. That sounds very confusing, but I'm trying to keep the characters as close to the comic book versions as possible. Well, on to the story!
The Princesses Of Gotham
Chapter 5
Bruce Wayne awoke to a very startling image; a girl, not much older than seventeen, was sitting on his bed, staring at him, causing him to jump slightly.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my bed?" he yelled, pulling his covers up around him more, he did not want this clearly insane girl seeing him near nude, who knows what she'd attempt to do. Of course, she wouldn't actually get past the attempt part, because as only a few people in Gotham new, he was also Batman.
"My name is Priscilla Manilla Cupcake. And I was watching you sleep!" the girl squealed, her bright pink ringlets falling gracefully over her extremely bright eyes, one the color of jade, the other was a shade of violet. She giggled as she saw his butler walk in, holding a tray with various foods of the breakfast variety on it.
"Another girl spent the night, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked, setting the tray down on a small table near the bed.
"I don't know how she got in, Alfred, but apparently she's been watching me sleep."
"Can I go to the Batcave now? I want to try on your pointy ears."
Everything stopped, as if in some sort of cartoon. Slowly Alfred and Bruce turned to look at Priscilla as she sat there, brushing her hair until it sparkled.
"Batcave? What are you talking about? I'm not Batma...who told you?" Bruce could tell she was completely serious. She knew he was Batman.
"Silly, I snuck around your house and looked everywhere, and found some incriminating evidence that definately shows that you are in fact Batman." she said matter-of-factly.
Bruce, Alfred, and Priscilla went down to the batcave, as Priscilla stared wide-eyed at everything around her. She went around touching everything she could get her hands on, and accidently broke a case containing an old costume, knocked over a giant penny, and toppled a T-Rex skeleton.
"This is so amazing, Brucie! Look how high up we are, its like a bottomless pit below us!" she was leaning over a ledge on the ground, tottering closely to sudden death, when suddenly, she lost her balance and fell, screaming, down and down, until there was finally after what seemed like forever, a sickening splatter.
"Alfred, you know there was no way I could have caught her in time, right?"
"Yes, Master Bruce."
"Good, now lets never speak of this again."
Authors Note: This chapter was written a bit differently than my previous ones, I've been wanting to try different writing styles for a while.