Minerva's Party Problem

The atmosphere was relaxed at Wayne Manor, where a dozen or so invited guests of Bruce Wayne ate, drank, and mingled. They had been invited for a private showing of the Wayne Foundation Diamonds, though none of the guests knew that half the diamonds were currently “missing,” but in actuality were in the possession of Bruce’s guest of honor, Minerva.

Bruce smiled as he handed Minerva a flute of champagne. “Here you are Minerva.”

“Sank you, dahling,” she said in her thick accent. She sipped the champagne, and took in the room, looking gorgeous in a silver sequined dress and matching high heels. “Bruce, Vayne Manor is simply marvelous.” She leaned close to Bruce and whispered, “Your cave vhere you do your little detective vork vas very marvelous too, dahling. I’m sure it vill be even more useful for planning new crimes and capers!"

Bruce whispered back, enjoying her perfume. “Of course Minerva, the Batcave is at your disposal. Anything I have belongs to you.”

Minerva grinned, and grabbed his dick through his pants. "Yes I know dahling, it's ALL mine! Now tell me, did you get ze machine working properly?”

Bruce shuddered at the pleasure of her touch. “Y-yes… Minerva… it should work… perfectly.”

Earlier that day, Bruce had worked on improving Minerva’s brainwashing machine; he’d had experience with similar types of machines employed by various villains over the years.

“Good, dahling. I don't vant vhat happened to Gordon to be a repeat occurrence." Minerva let go of his cock, and glanced around to see if anyone noticed their conversation.

“Now, I need to go mingle, dahling. I’m vondering if any of your guests would like a free Eggplant Jelly Vitamin Scalp massage on my new and improved machine.”

As she turned away from him, Bruce began to reflect on the past few days. It had been incredible, Minerva had completely changed his life. She'd freed him from the pressure of his duty, his only purpose was now to bring her pleasure. Sex with Minerva was now as necessary as food or water, he craved her touch, her body, at all times.

It was apparent to Bruce that she must have brainwashed him using the machine, but he didn't care. He loved Minerva, he needed Minerva, and he would do anything to keep her happy.

Bruce strode to the center of the room, and clinked his glass with a fork. The party guests turned to listen.

“Attention everyone. I just wanted to say thank you for coming tonight, and thank you for your continued support of the Wayne Foundation, your charitable contributions have made all the difference.”

The crowd lightly applauded, and Bruce continued. “Now, on a personal note, as you know, I’ve been a bachelor for many years. But a certain woman has finally stolen my heart: Our guest of honor, Minerva!”

The crowd applauded again, and Minerva put on a large fake smile as she walked to Bruce and kissed his cheek. Then, to the surprise of the crowd, Bruce got down on one knee and pulled out a huge, diamond ring.

“Minerva, will you marry me?”

Minerva paused for a moment, then smiling, said “Of course, of course! After all, the seventh time's the charm, dahling!”

Bruce put the ring on her finger, then rose to his feet and kissed her passionately. Once again, the crowd awkwardly clapped while Minerva and Bruce made out wildly in front of them.

Once the couple finally disengaged from each other, Alfred stepped up to Bruce. He'd been somewhat confused by Bruce's short and intense infatuation with Minerva, but for him to propose was completely shocking. It was only a few days ago that Minerva was a possible suspect in a string of robberies, and now suddenly Bruce was ready to marry her? Something didn’t seem right.

"Ah, congratulations sir," said Alfred. "I had no idea you were planning such an, er, large surprise."

Before Bruce could respond, Minerva interjected.

"My dear Lord Easystreet, hello dahling! So glad you could make it today!"

Bruce smiled. "Minerva, this is Alfred Pennyworth, my butler, and oldest friend. His resemblance to Lord Easystreet is a remarkable coincidence."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, madam." Alfred held out his hand.

Minerva's smile dropped. "Your butler, dahling?" She noticed some of the party guests were eager to congratulate them. She patted Alfred on the cheek. "Run along dahling, Bruce and I have IMPORTANT people to talk to," she said, condescendingly.

Alfred raised his eyebrows. "Master Bruce, I…"

Bruce cut him off. "You heard her, Alfred, we have important people to talk to."

Alarm bells were ringing in Alfred's head, Bruce seemed completely out of character. He went off to try to find Master Dick to see if he knew anything about Bruce's unusual behavior.

Mayor Linseed stepped forward and took Bruce’s hand. “Let me be the first to congratulate you, Bruce!” He leaned in closer and said in a low voice, “though I didn’t know you were into older women!”

Bruce scowled, but Minerva took the Mayor’s hand. “Ha ha, sank you Mr. Mayor, Bruce just loves his Eggplant Jelly Vitamin Scalp Massages, in fact, vhy don't you join us in ze study and I can give a sample?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure," stammered the Mayor.

"I insist, Mr. Mayor," said Bruce. He grabbed the Mayor's arm firmly and led him towards the study.

A few minutes later, Minerva had wrapped up the Mayor’s treatment, and Minerva was testing his conditioning.

“Why, yes Minerva, I do want the city to waive all taxes on your spa. It only seems fair.”

“Of course, dahling,” Minerva smiled. “And vhy don’t you write me a cheque right now for fifty sousand dollars, to cover some of ze new renovations.”

The mayor didn’t hesitate, and pulled out his checkbook. “Fifty thousand? If you think that’s enough.” He handed the cheque to Minerva.

Minerva smirked, she had one last command for the mayor. “Now Mister Mayor, before you go, vhy don’t you get down on your knees and kiss my feet?”

The mayor did as she commanded, and began worshiping Minerva's silver high heels. Minerva laughed. “It’s too easy!” she said to Bruce. “You did a vonderful job on ze machine, dahling.”

Bruce felt overjoyed at Minerva’s praise. “Anything for you, my darling.”

Just then, the red phone rang. Mayor Linseed didn’t seem to notice as he continued to kiss Minerva's feet. Bruce answered.

A few seconds later, he relayed the information to Minerva. “That was Chief O’Hara. He says Robin has betrayed you, he and Batgirl are on their way here to arrest you.”

“Ze little brats! Ve vill see about zat! Ze don’t know zat ve know zey are coming, so lets prepare a little surprise of our own. Time to send ze party guests home, Bruce. Mister Mayor, forget everysing you just heard.”

“Forget what?” said the Mayor, still on his hands and knees.