Bruce had barely gotten back from Gotham to Metropolis before daybreak. And he had collapsed on his bed the moment he had fallen asleep immediately. Then his Lawyer came in his room and startling him. He unexpectedly entered his room and then proceeded to opening the curtains, waking him up Thus blinding, The Batman with the sun.

There are a few things that can get the drop on him and Lawyers was one of the few kind of people (criminals) that are capable of this.

"So I said I must get out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini!"

Was all he could muster to say to his Lawyer as an excuse for his tardiness for their scheduled meeting. Or rather lack of appearance.

This similar feeling of disappointment of his behaviour was all too familiar that he was receiving from his Lawyer. The current disapproval look on his face said it all. Not to mention the girl that was currently asleep in his bed.

"OH!" said Bruce all too innocently as he combed his fingers through his hair.

Little did Bruce know that he always subconsciously played with his hair when he went into 'Brucie mood' without knowing, even when he did it on purpose. He would fixate on it until it was back to his normal style. Of all things in his life, Bruce was the vainest about his hair whenever he knew it or not. Especially when he was trying to impress someone.

It still amazed him how most girls were able to sleep through situations like this that he previously shared with Alfred.

The Wayne man-child was three hours late for their appointment. And since this hotel was his current radius and he had nowhere else to go there was likely a few places he would be able to be.

Information that he had pried from The Butler and other various sources made it seem that he would likely be still in bed. After a pointless argument with various staff members, he was able to convince the imbeciles to give him the key card to the room.

He walked into an unsatisfying and undignified situation.

The female Hostess from the previous day before was lying in bed with him. Clothes scattered across the room. Empty champagne glasses on the side of the bed with an empty bottle nearby.

Bruce was getting the sense of a full-blown speech that was coming on. His Lawyer was currently giving him the same look of disapproval as Alfred once did. It was the look the first time he had caught him with a girl he had snuck into his bed. And the second time after the first incident and the countless times in his youth. Until Alfred had grown numb to it or he was at the age he was allowed girls in his bed.

With all the sense in the world she had, she still had no idea how she managed to sleep in and sleep through an alarm at the same time. She was not an Early Bird and sleeping was one of the best things in the world. That is until you are running late and losing your mind reckless not knowing what to do and your senses are going crazy.

You speed around quick enough, and you have to clean up the mess you make while you are trying to get dressed ends up slowing you down.

BUZZ

Clark had her phone onto charge after forgetting to charge. She had forgotten to charge phone before she went to bed like she always did and usually having to do it at the last minute. For someone that can move as fast she could she always seemed to have trouble being on time and this always caused problems. If there was anyone else on Earth that had super speed she really hoped that she was not the only one with this problem. But that was unlikely because someone could not be that stupid as well.

"Hello ?!" she answered her phone.

She did not recognise the caller's phone number.

"Good Morning there darling," said the caller.

Clark frowned and put the phone on mute.

"How the heck did he get number?" she said asking herself.

She did not want to hear what she had to say because she had a lot on her mind and she was very close to saying it.

"Clark?" said Bruce

Curse her super hearing.

What was he even doing calling her in the first place?

"Clarkie" he said teasing her.

She was annoyed, but she knew she would have to answer eventually.

"I'm here," she said flatly.

She could see him smiling. It was an almost taunting smile at her. He was standing out on his balcony gawking at the view, and she could swear he was looking in her direction. Dressed in sweats and drinking a cup of coffee.

"Seeing how you and your Hillville's manners are here to help. I need you to get me a few things. Ok. I already text you the list" said Bruce.

"Smallville" she said annoyed.

He was so doing this on purpose to get under her skin and annoy her to death.

"Sorry" said Bruce.

"Smallhill" he said trying to correct his mistake.

"SmallVille" she said again trying not to lose her temper.

And Bruce seemed to ignore this.

"Any way I have given the people the details and all you need to do is collect them" said Bruce.

He was laughing and smirking at her.

"Fine. I need to go," said Clark as she rolled her eyes.

He was lucky that she was getting paid for this because if she was not there was no way that she would be doing this.

"Dinner, tonight," said Bruce.

Yet another dinner where she would have to 'hold his hand' through it. Because apparently she was good at that kind of thing at making others feel better and less scared. Meanwhile, her Grampa walked that idiot Brucie through his case and prep him for trial.

But she had plans tonight. But he already knew that and he was just bored and needed to the company because he did not want to be yelled at her by her Grampa. If anyone could scare the Batman, it was definitely her Grampa. Yeah, she knew that her Grampa had a soft spot for her and tended to be the (sweet Grampa's you see on TV) normal kind of Grampa though it was on for a short window of time.

"I am sorry but I have already made plans," said Clark.

He almost sounded hurt in the moment of silence.

"That is too bad," he said.

Good. Now she could finally get off the phone and get away from him.

"Hey why don't you and your friends drop by and hang out here at the Hotel," said Bruce.

She was even more annoyed now.

"That really does not sound like a good idea, Mr Wayne" she said annoyed.

"Now come on you would be doing me a favour here," said Bruce.

She gritted her teeth together and accidentally nipped her tongue, making it temporally bleed and heal right away. The taste of her own blood was never good and was always something rather freaky. She remembered the first time she bit her tongue and she fainted at the first sight of her own blood. And of course it had to be in school and in front of everyone to see. It was not her fondest memory of having to read your 'award winning' essay in front of the whole school.

He sighed.

"Mr Wayne" was his father's name. It was a rarity that anyone was that formal with him. It was only when he met people for the first time or board meetings he was called this. So advice to say was rather annoyed still being called this.

"Mr Wayne" she said again.

He had stopped listening to this point.

"Bruce" he said to himself, doing his best not to sound irritated.

He paused for a moment waiting for her to finally call him by his first name.

"I do not think it would be a good idea that Brucie Wayne is seen hanging out with a bunch of teenagers," said Clark.

"Hey that hurt. How old do you think I am" he said kidding, while looking at his hairline in the mirror.

"You are still underage of drinking," said Clark.

"Live a little," said Bruce.

"I do not think my Grampa would agree to that," said Clark annoyed.

Playing the 'Grampa' card was a good move.

He would have to agree with this fact. Mr Clark had being doing his best to change his appearance to the press through statements and doing his best to do that with so little he had. And what he was willing to give because he knew once his appearance ultimately changed there would be no going back.

But he was bored. He owned the Hotel that he was currently staying in and knew every person that was in and coming out of the building the whole time. He knew everything he needed to know about them and more.

And before he could think of something to say in return, she was able to hang up on him.

He was not willing to go to prison for being a murderous and tacky version of Robin Hood. He always thought he would die on the streets of Gotham as Batman and not in prison as someone trying to make him his bitch.

He would make it his soul mission to make Oliver Queen to pay for this. Even if he had to do it behind bars, the man was going to pay for this.

He was currently looking at a cartoon sketch of himself dressed in green tights and prancing around in plain sight for the world to see on rooftops.

He did not suit the blonde beard that he was drawn to have.

Meanwhile at the same moment Bruce was looking at the picture Clark was laughing at the picture, hysterically. He had finally and unintentionally made her truly laugh.

Every Gotham criminal was safely and securely looked up Arkham for the night. So there was no need for The Batman tonight.

Lex Luthor had his prying eyes set on the Hotel for the past couple of days. Luthor had sent the police his way a few times and almost had arrested again for 'removing his tracking anklet.' Unfortunately, for Luthor, he already knew he would sink to such low levels. So it would be best that he stay putt for a while.

He was still waiting to hear word on Oliver's condition.

It was being kept quiet. He knew that Oliver was a fighter, and he was confident that he would wake up soon. But he was not confident that he would make a full recovery before or after he would be formally charged with Oliver's crime.

He was bored and needed someone to punch.