"Guess it's been a good night if you get home at dawn," muttered Two-Face, clutching his head. "Although my headache tells me it ain't gonna be a pleasant morning."
At about 5 A.M., Bruce had woken everyone up and had the limousine driver drop them off at their respective hideouts. It wasn't just the protective urge within him – it would also be useful to know where their hideouts were that evening, when Batman would find them and drag them back to Arkham. He would also raid the Iceberg Lounge and its illegal back room. All in all, the night had been most profitable for Batman. And, he had to admit it, a lotta fun for Bruce Wayne.
Two-Face had insisted on seeing Bruce home, and he climbed out of the car just as dawn was breaking over Wayne Manor. Two-Face looked at it, and then at him, and smiled. "Well, it was good reliving the old times with ya, Bruce. Even if the Half-Moon Club has changed."
"Yeah. I wish…we could do it more often, Harvey," murmured Bruce. "But I wouldn't want you to get caught by Batman or something…"
Two-Face waved his hand. "What's he gonna do? Send me back to Arkham? Let him. Can't live my life in fear of the Bat, Brucie. Can't let some flying rodent control everything all the time, can I?"
"No," agreed Bruce. "I guess not."
He headed for the door and then turned back. "Harvey, surely you could try to…cure yourself?"
Two-Face clutched his head again. "Christ, Bruce, it's 6 A.M. and I got a goddamn hangover! It's neither the time nor the place to talk about this!"
He reached inside his jacket and threw a card at him. "Call me later, when the headache's gone!" he growled. "It'd be…good to talk," he murmured. "And maybe…we can do this again sometime?"
Bruce smiled at him. "I really hope so, Harvey."
He nodded and grinned. "See ya soon, buddy."
Bruce watched the car disappear into the distance. "Sooner than you think, Harvey," he sighed. He entered Wayne Manor, hoping that Two-Face's hangover was gone by that evening. Batman would feel guilty arresting him if not.
"Late night last night, sir?" asked Alfred. He stared at Bruce's suit in surprise. "Not your usual evening attire."
"No. It wasn't a usual evening," murmured Bruce. "Although I kinda wish it was."
"Shall I draw you a bath, sir?" asked Alfred.
"Please, Alfred. And can you bring me some water? I need to make sure I don't have a hangover tonight. I didn't drink that much, but better safe than sorry."
Alfred stared at him. "What have you been doing, sir?"
Bruce smiled. "I had a battle with Joker and Two-Face," he said. "And I won. Scared off the Mad Hatter and the Scarecrow, got rid of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, surprised the Penguin, and all in one evening. It was a good night," he said, heading for his room. He smiled. "All in all, a very good night."
The End