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Society VOTE: The Bat Brat

Added 2018-05-05 20:08:43 +0000 UTC

Brenda Wayne grumbled as she looked at her butler, "What NOW Alfred?" She growled dismissively, "I'm already running late for the party..."

"Master Bruce, you must remain here while the League tries to work out a way to cure you! The Basic Baroness has-"

"Ugh, why is it so hard to find good help these days?" She rolls her eyes, "My name is BREN-DA, Bruce was my FATHER," She pointed at the butler, "If you're so old that you can't get that straight then maybe I should hire a new, younger model to replace you," She smiled at that, imagining a nice Puerto Rican pool boy, bronze muscles glistening in the sun... The teen heiress bit her lower lip before returning to her senses, "Just stay out of my way, or you'll find yourself unemployed!"

She turned but stopped as her hand reached out to the door. She shuddered, "Alfred... Alfred, you have to stop me..."

"Master Wayne?"

"I... I can't control myself... I keep feeling myself getting pulled deeper and deeper by this new persona... The Baroness... She's so much more than we are prepared for... C-Call the League... You... You have to-" the young woman's eyes fluttered,

"You have to clean up my bedroom, I'm expecting to have a couple of guests taking me home tonight and I want my room spotless!" She giggled before walking out and shutting the door.

"Oh Master Bruce..." Alfred shivered, the League communicator in hand, he held it up and pressed the button. "The Batman... is lost..."