Chapter 4

Throwing his head back and laughing at what the woman said next to him, Bruce Wayne finds himself completely in the swing of things, pretending that money, beautiful woman, and good sex are the only things he cared about. Feeling a hand press lighting on his right arm, just above his elbow, he opens his laughing eyes to stares into some beautiful deep green eyes of the red head on his arm.

"Oh Brucie," purrs the sultry red head, as she brushes her breasts against Bruce's arm. "You're so easy to talk to."

"If you want, you could come back to my manor and talk some more," suggest Bruce, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh," says the woman, pretending to be offended. "What kind of woman do you think I am?"

"With that red hair, my guess is passionate and fiery," replies Bruce, taking her hand and drawing the woman back toward him.

"Well," replies the woman, with a head toss and a smirk of her own, "maybe you do know a woman. But I thought you had a ward?"

"He'll be asleep," returns the rich man, "And it is a big place."

"The manor," purrs the woman, rubbing up against Bruce again, "Or something else?"

Leaning into the woman's face, Bruce blows gently into her ear.

"Both," he whispers.

Feeling a vibration in his coat pocket, Bruce slips a hand into his pocket to fish out his personal cell phone.

"Hold that thought," says Bruce.

Raising the phone to his ear and stepping away from the beautiful red head, Bruce presses the green button just before the receiver gets to his mouth.

"Wayne."

"Master Bruce?"

"Alfred, what's wrong?" asks Bruce, slipping out of the playboy routine and into something darker.

"Master Dick," replies the older man, a shake in his voice. "He's been hurt."

"Did that boy go out, after I told him no?" demands Bruce, as he steps further away from the sexy red head.

"No, Master Bruce," replies the butler. "Someone attacked him at the Manor. The police and ambulance are already on their way."

"Attacked how?" asks the rich man.

"Sir…" starts Alfred, but words fail him. "When I went in to check on him, he was bloodied and…"

"And what?"

"Master Bruce, I fear he was," taking a deep breath, Alfred forces himself to continue, "…raped."

Bruce Wayne stares off into the room, but for the first time since entering the building, he wasn't really seeing what was going on around him.

"Master Bruce?"

"Stay with Dick. I'll take a taxi out of the Manor."

"Alright, sir," replies the British man with a sigh.

Forgetting about the party and the beautiful woman waiting for him, Bruce strides out of the party. Hearing his name called, he ignores everything in his sole purpose: to get home and see Dick.