Bruce looked at the phone and then at himself and his companions.
“Hello Lucius,” Bruce answered, “Just got up. Gave Alfred some time off to spend with his lady friend and the TV is showing the menu on a Rom-com disc. Yes I took Lucia with me to the event last night. Well the TMZ lady was clearly freaked out that I would date, quote, someone like her, unquote. I believe I said something like ‘I am less concerned about her hair then I am about her soul,’ or something like that. Yes, that was it. Well now a days people get offended over everything… No surprise since they are bassicly bank rolling Friends of Humanity these days… Really? Racist Tokenism? What the… And what did you tell the share-holders when they tried to make a stink? ‘Who inherits Mr. Wayne’s estate is for Mr. Wayne to figure out with his family and lawyer, we are here to run and manage Wayne Enterprises.’ That’s good, I like that. Well to be honest, I would have thought a rubber clad mistress Barbara Gordon leading around a rubber slave Dick Grayson on a leash at a Valentine’s Day event would get more press.”
Bruce looked at the three “Cats” sleeping on top of him. Valentine’s Day had been two days ago, if this was just a Valentine’s Day spell the three of them would have jumped ship like the Sirens did on Parker the day after V-day. Yet here was his kittens curled up with him. Something Selina had said came to mind; “I think if this is a spell, it will last, after all Bruce you tried to treat us as your true loves not as fuck sluts.”
“Look Lucius, I need to get un-buried here and find some breakfast,” Bruce said, “I know you will handle any more trouble at Wayne Tower.”
As soon as Bruce hung up a message came in on his phone, it was a selfie of Diana and Barbara Minerva (the Cheetah’s human persona), and Barbara was holding up her hand to show off an engagement ring and there was a date with the question of will he attend.
“Hay lover,” Selina purred, “Why the rolling eyes?”
“Take a look,” Bruce handed her the phone.
“Awwe that’s cute,” Selina smiled, “Have you decided which of us you are going to make honest and which is going to be a sister wife?”
“Make fine strong cubs,” Tiger purred still half asleep.
“How many of Captain Virtue’s ladies ditched him?” Selina asked.
“As far as I know,” Bruce shrugged, “All six ladies are still trying to get him to sleep with them.”
“And the defrosted ice-cubes?” Lucia asked.
“In protective custody,” Bruce said, “And singing like a canary, word is Doctor and Mrs. Fries will die tomorrow when they enter Witness Protection.”
Another round of pings from the phones.
“Oh, Diana wants Barbie and Me to be Dominas of Honor,” Selina giggled.
“Jason untied Sin last night…” Bruce paused for effect, “And she kissed him. Seems she is still in love with him, just not as a ‘fuck slut’ as you put it Selina.”
“Oh good, we can get them matching armored moto jackets,” said the smirking Selina.
To everyone’s surprise, Alfred walked in with a tray of coffee, milk and breakfast snacks.
“He looks younger,” Tiger chirped up.
“20 years younger,” Selina agreed, “With a rather smug spring in his step. So how was your date last night? Rather good I take it.”
“A Gentleman never discusses such affairs,” Alfred admonished.