Batty Advice
Girlfriends
Bruce Wayne flirted endlessly with the gaggle of girls surrounding him. They, in turn, swooned and flirted back, all hoping to be Mrs. Bruce Wayne. Of course, they were all playing him. All they really wanted was his money.
Later that night. Bruce stumbled back into Wayne Manor, tipsy from the champagne he had drunk.
"Come Tim, to the Batcave!" he said, making his way to the old grandfather clock that disguised the entrance to the cave.
"Actually, Bruce, I was wondering if you could help me with something first," Tim said, standing next to Bruce.
"Whatcha need?" he slurred.
"Well, there's this girl in school. She's really nice to me, and we hang out a lot."
"That's great Tim."
"But the school dance is coming up soon, and I wanted to know if you think I should ask her."
"Of course you should ask her! I mean, every time I ask a girl to go somewhere she gets all excited, so I don't see why it should be any different for you."
"But I'm afraid she won't go with me because of some weird friend rule."
"Don't sweat it. I once went out with my best friend. Things went well, then I told her I was Batman and she ended up leaving me for Harvey Dent. Then she died. It wasn't a very good thing, but we stayed friends until the end."
"So I should ask her?"
"Yeah, but if she gets nervous, tell her it's just as friends. Girls love that kinda stuff. Helps them get right over any anxiety."
"Thanks Bruce!" Tim said, hugging him. "Dick was right, you are good at giving advice."
Tim ran off to the Batcave. Somewhere in Bruce's drunken mind something clicked. Dick was up to something, and Bruce wasn't sure he liked it.
Warning: If you follow drunken Bruce's advice, you may run into some problems. Also, I need more questions for Batman to answer, so PM me if you have ideas. And, check out my forum, Young Justice: A Miscellaneous Assortment, it's asterous.
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-Shadow