The next thing I remember is waking up on the bar sofa. The owner said something about me being completely wasted. Wasted wouldn't have felt this good. I just stirred a bit and stretched. I looked at the time. My communicator went off.
"Dick, it's Bruce. We have a situation."
How I'd wanted to hear those words but this was no longer the night before. It never was me and him. Just me and a stranger. He would never understand how I feel. He's too proper for that. He's my idol: mind and body. I want him so much, but he'll never want me in the same way. At least I can still fight crime alongside him and be something in his life.
"Coming Bruce. I'll be there ASAP." I responded.
I was surprised at how the barman looked me over so casually. After all, I was still in my costume and had just answered a call through a communicator. Well, I guess he just thought it was part of the costume.
I pushed a few notes onto the bar and said my thanks; they told me I was welcome back anytime. They also said something that made my heart almost skip a beat.
"Costume nights are the same every week, we know you're new to this and all, I mean, you passed out after about an hour or so. Good thing that regular guy dressed as Batman was there to help you out."
If my Batman was a regular, I guess I should become one too. After all, I'm the boy wonder, and boy, was last night wonderful. I just hope nothing crops up. For now I just have to help Batman do his thing before I can live out my fantasy once more, next week. Six days away.