(Climbed a mountain yesterday..... my legs hurt)

"If you girls will excuse me I must speak with someone." Bruce bowed his head a bit to the three to you as he turned to leave he then stoped and glanced back at you.

"I'll be right back." He mouthed as he stepped away. You felt your face warm up. Why did he feel the need to tell you that or even want to come back? Did... did he actually enjoy your company? As you thought about this you didn't notice your friends starring a hole into you. When you didn't react Sarah grabbed your shoulder and jerked you around.

"What. Was. That?" She asked while shaking you.

"If you would stop shaking me I would explain." You said between each jerk. Sarah slowed down but didn't remove her hands.

"When did THAT happen?!" Amber asked pointing to Bruce who was now talking to Alfred on the other side of the room.

"Oh he found him!" You stated but you quickly turn your attention back to the girls who looked ready to yank the answers out of you.

"Ok. Ok. I got separated from Alfred and ran into him. I guess he felt bad for me and offered to help me find you two."

"But.... I thought you didn't like him?" Sarah said now removing her hands.

"Well... I didn't but now... I'm not so sure. He's a nice guy, maybe I miss judged him. I'm not sure yet we've only known each other for a few hours and most of it was us playing video games."

"Video games?" Amber said getting closer.

"You. Played video games. With Bruce Wayne?!" Sarah was shaking you again.

"Sarah would you stop?!"

"Oh sorry."

"Yes we played video games, well just one. Mario kart."

"And he's still talking to you?! I've seen you play Mario kart, it's scary."

"He actually thought I was funny."

"What?!" Sarah and Amber gasped.

"Is that so surprising?" You asked with an eye brow arched. Your friends gave a quick I'm sorry smile. You rolled your eyes.

"Hello ladies." You and your friends turned to see a man in a torn tank top with a leather jacket, that was way to big, standing there smiling a rather creepy smile. His hair was greased back which made him look like he was from the 80s.

"Dude pick up a fashion magazine some time." You thought to yourself. Normally you wouldn't care who wore what but this guy rubbed you the wrong way.

"Hello." Sarah said stepping away from him and moving closer to you and Amber.

"I saw you from across the room and was surprised to see you with no dates. With you three looking sexy and all." You almost gaged. This guys breath smelled like tuna that had been sitting in the sun.

"We don't really want dates tonight. We're here just to hang out with each other." You said with a polite smile.

"Come now. Don't tell me your dressed like that and your not wanting attention." The guy chuckled.

"What, a girl can't look nice just for herself?" Amber asked putting her hand on her hip.

"Nice? Sweet heart you look like your looking for more than a nice night by yourself." The man cackled.

"Excuses me?!" Amber clenched her teeth.

"Alright that's enough." You said as you put an arm around Amber to lead her away.

"Sorry but we have to be somewhere. I hope you have a nice night." You said as you pushed your friends away. The man watched you and got angry.

"What your going to ignore me?! You dress up to impress right? I swear all you chicks are the same. You dress to get attention then when you get some you run away or judge us. You and your friends are just sluts who don't know how to receive a complement." He spat the ground behind you. You froze.

"Y/n?" Amber looks up at you. You spin around anger written all over your face.

"You know what?! I'm sick of it. I'm sick of parties, I'm sick of crowds, and I'm sick of men! You think when a woman puts on a dress or make up or even HEALS she wants some? Well I got a news flash for you we DONT! Me and my friends came out to have fun that's it! If you want a girl to look your way how about you actually start treating them with respect, as human beings! We look nice because we want to feel nice not because we want to attract the attention of uncivilized, idiotic, neanderthals like you. So how about you go crawl back under that stone you've been living under for the past forty years you eighties jerk!" When you finished yelling you realized the room had gone quit. Everyone had stoped doing what ever they were doing and turned to see where the yelling was coming from. Your face felt warm. You couldn't tell if it was from the yelling or the embarrassment. It was so quit a pin could be heard dropping. Suddenly the room erupted with cheers and clapping from women all over the room even some guys were clapping.

"You B****" You looked back to see the idiot who had been the receiver of your yelling running at you with his hand raised. But before he could bring it down his face made contact with your fist.