She did not remember what he said to convince her to stay and have a cup of coffee with him. But somehow he managed to do it.

"So, this Percy just broke up with you on Facebook" said Bruce.

She nodded.

But he already knew this.

He had kept a close eye on this Peter Ross. He had a suspicion of him of the boy. From the profile and information, he was able to gather he knew that had run into this boy somewhere before. He could not pinpoint or remember when this was, and he had to find out.

He was just not expecting that he would break up with his girlfriend in just a cowardly way. He had used these very tactics himself using texts, messages or even merely forgetting about the girl. But he would never actually do this do someone that was a dear friend to him.

His Facebook was now saying at that he was "Yeah I am single. But you are going to have to be amazing to change that."

The Ross boy had typed it in countless time but not actually posted it. He was not taking his girlfriends calls and was looking at other girl profiles that were also single. He was just stringing along Kent girl. He was too much of a coward to break up with her. Bruce knows boys atthat age. It was not too long ago he was that age and he knew how all males think at that age.

The Ross boy was just an anchor that was weighing the Kent girl down. It would not be wise to be weighed down to the first person that she had clearly been in a relationship. The Kent girl would end up staying with him. She was too nice of a person to break up with him and would end up marrying him. She would be stuck in the town she grew up in, and he knew that feeling all too well. He knew that she was special and would do more with her life. She just needed a push and gets rid of the weight that was weighing her down.

So one fake profile later, he had given the boy that he needed. The Ross boy had broken up with his girlfriend for someone that did not even exist.

"We were going to break up anyway" said Clark.

'How chivalrous of her to defend him' thought Bruce.

He was starting to sober up now, and his guilt of making her sad was getting to him. He needed a way to cheer this girl up. Or have another drink?

'Hair of the dog' he thought.

He decides to have an Irish tea.

It was getting closer to their/that anniversary. It will be fifteen years soon.

"You wanna drink?" said Bruce shaking a bottle of whatever was nearby.

The Kent girl just shook her head.

"Come on I it is not like you are breaking the law. Right?" said Bruce jokingly

He knew it was actually breaking the law. But considering all the laws he had already broken serving drinks to a minor was in the lows. Of course this depended on the minor in question and the reason why. He, himself of course was intoxicated for part of his youth and broke the law of underage drinking. This practices so that he could get a high enough tolerance to alcohol and also for his cover as a drunken playboy.

"Considering you are under house-arrest I do not think it would be wise to be breaking any laws" said Clark.

He sighed annoyed.

She really was a girl scout.

"Pablo? What was I going to say again?" said Bruce.

"I do not know how your brain functions" said Clark.

He sat down with her and started to drink again.

"You will get over Drew in time at all" he said.

He was trying to comfort her by making her mad and taking her mind off the boy instead.

"I got over Nancy, no was Tracy or was it, Cassie. No, that Mary or was it Marcy, Or was Marcy the sister? No, it was Stacey! No, they were twins Darcy and Sussie. I got over them in no time at all" said Bruce.

By the look the Kent girl was giving her it looked like she was not going to be trusting another guy anytime soon.

"You are a real gentleman" said Clark sarcastically.

"I do try, to be that is. I am just waiting around for the right girl. So, Alfred keeps telling me" said Bruce.

Maybe he drank more than he meant to because he was being a bit too honest if he was to be genuine.

"Well you are not very good at it" said Clark.

"This is coming from a girl that has dated what one guy?" said Bruce.

She was ticked off and if was not drunk and his vision was blurry he could have sworn that her eyes just gone red for a moment.

"And Mr Wayne" said Clark innocently "How many girls have you dated?" she again innocently.

He had to think about that for a moment.

"Or is our laundry so dirty you cannot remember what is actually on the list. Not that you actually do your own laundry or actually know how to do it. Have you even actually done a load of laundry in your life? Or is that…" said Clark annoyed and then stopped herself.

"That was rude of me. I am sorry" said Clark.

He just smiled. She was too nice.

"You almost sounded like a reporter" said Bruce teasing her.

Maybe he should be more careful to what he says around her? He says the wrong thing, and he could tick off the wrong kind of person and he would a media frenzy of him.

"I have dated…I actually do not know how many girls I have dated. Or slept with" said Bruce.

She was mildly shocked, annoyed and applaud with him. Then again she did not look that surprised, that was considering the parade of ladies that he is coming of here.

"If you do not mind me asking?" said Bruce.

She knew where this conversation was going.

"I do mind actually" said Clark.

Maybe she could just throw this guy into the sun?

She was pretty sure she had enough strength to do it and if he kept crossing the line then, she probably would not do anything.

"I am being an ass" said Bruce.

"Not the language I would use, but…yes" said Bruce.

He was so annoying her on purpose and she so did not deserve this.

"You wear too much plaid" said Bruce.

"ANDYOUAREWEARINGATHREEPIECESUITFORWHAT?" screamed Clark.

She would defend her plaid and flannel to the ends of the earth and beyond.

"Sorrryeeee" said Bruce.

Right! This time she was leaving, and she was not coming back.

But for unfortunate timing, Bruce Wayne fell asleep in a drunken comatose right into that moment that she was ready to leave.