*AGAIN, I DO NOT OWN BATMAN OR ANY CHARACTERS ASSOCIATED*

I awoke to a large room. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was. All of the memories of the previous night came crashing down. I moaned loudly. "Sounds like you had a pretty rough night," said a soothing voice from the corner.

I gasped. "I, oh, uh, hi. Sorry, I wasn't exactly, uh, expecting anyone to be here." I felt my face getting hot; I knew I was blushing like a school girl.

He smiled politely, pretending to ignore it. "No offense, but you look like you could use a shower, some new clothes, and some food. In that order of course," He snickered at the last part.

"Mhm," I mumbled shyly. He showed me where the shower was and told me he'd find some clothes that would fit me. I took a very long shower. Letting the hot water soothe my sore muscles. I finally shut the water off and glanced in the mirror. I had huge bruises all along my torso. I grimaced. I dressed laughing at the way the clothes fit.

I walked out of the bathroom and he was there sitting on the bed. A huge smile spread across his face. He looked away and tried to hide it. "I look ridiculous, don't I," I teased. He nodded.

"Come on, let's get you some better fitting clothes."

"Alright"

He led me to his car. I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt my mouth drop open. I felt his confused eyes on me trying to figure out why I had stopped. "Th-th-this is a Lamborghini!" I stuttered.

"Yeah, and?" he asked, obviously amused.

"Wow." Was all I could manage. I got in slowly and carefully, I didn't want to scratch the leather or something.

He parked in front of one of the most expensive boutiques I had ever heard of. I was almost getting used to his expensive taste. I walked inside and the smells of leather, fabrics, and all types of potpourri bombarded me. I glanced around not knowing where to begin to even look.

*SKIPPING SHOPPING PART FOR LACK OF BORINGNESS*

I wore out one of the outfits he bought me. A flawless white skirt, a brown cami, and brown flat sandles. "Where would you like to eat?" He asked. "No limits. Whatever you want and wherever you want."

"Uh. Wow. I've never had that wide of choices. Anywhere's fine, I guess."

He took me to a lesser restaurant and I was glad. I didn't like the feeling of going to a fancy restaurant with tiny portions and expensive food. We talked about minor things. Mainly about me, though. I suddenly got a feeling of twenty questions.

It wasn't until he led me outside that I realized just how late it was. It was dark already. The sky was darker than the strange costume worn by the mysterious man that saved me…was it only last night? We drove home slowly. I glanced at the clock and felt my eyes grow wide. It was nearly midnight! "What time did I wake up this morning?" I asked, interrupting him mid-sentence.

He obviously wasn't expecting it. He was slow in answering. "Well, technically, you didn't. you woke up at about twelve thirty."

"What!?" I gasped. "Why'd you let me sleep that late?" No wonder I was so tired. I had gotten too much sleep.

"Uh…I'm sorry?" He stuttered.

"No, sorry. It's not your fault. I'm just used to not getting so much sleep…or any…" I finished in a whisper.

He stayed silent the rest of the way back to his house. Hmm… should I start calling it home? I wondered to myself.

"'Night," I mumbled.

"'Night," he replied.