The reputation of Bruce Wayne...

Bruce was more than a little suspicious, he had gotten home only for Alfred to rush him up to his bathroom to shower and laid out a very nice suit, silver cufflinks, a silver tie pin, the keys to an impressive luxury car and a card with the name of a very fancy restaurant with a time on it. But more than anything, when Bruce asked what was happening, the only response he got from Alfred was for his mouth to twitch. It was almost impossible to notice for anyone else, but for Bruce and his adopted sons, it was as clear as a billboard on the side of a deserted great plains highway.

*

“You notice a high degree of traffic for a Wednesday night?” Dick asked over the car’s Bluetooth phone system.

“Most people are still trying to get out of the city,” Bruce remarked, “Doesn’t help that the tunnels are still closed for repairs after the last Joker spree.”

“Anyone know a good French restaurant I can afford on my allowance?” Tim asked.

“There is one across the street from Doctor Meridian’s building,” Bruce noted, “But it is well outside your price range.”

“You have been there before?” Tim asked.

“No,” Bruce retorted.

“Then how do you know?” Stephanie asked.

“They have four customers that keep them in business and one of them is Selina,” Bruce noted.

“Ok are there any French restaurants that won’t kill us in this city?” Tim asked.

“You are barking up the wrong tree,” Dick giggled.

“What does that mean?” Stephanie snapped.

“He means you should be talking to Alfred, he has all the connections,” Bruce rolled his eyes before changing lanes, “You know Dick the traffic is a bit heavy on the freeway…”

“Yeah, I ask him about ideas for where I should take Barbara,” Dick said, “He asks some counter questions and then gives me a name and if I haven’t been there before directions or an address and by the time we get there, we have a table waiting.”

“Hold on, I have a message for the League,” Bruce said before thumbing the hold on steering wheel, “Computer, text Alfred, give which ever restaurant you send Tim to my card. Send.”

Bruce looked over his shoulder and then hit the signal to change lanes.

“Ok, back,” Bruce hit the control on his steering wheel, “Dick I know Barbara is hanging out with you. Please ask her to try and infiltrate the Watch Tower network and document the vulnerabilities when she can.”

“Wow a please, do I get a please?” Barbara’s voice came on the line.

“The requests came from the Flash Clan,” Bruce let out a combination of a sigh and a groan, “So you get a ‘Pretty please’ Barbara.”

“That sounds like an Iris thing,” Tim said.

“Could be Wally,” Barbara said.

“Yeah, but most likely Iris added that in,” Dick agreed with Tim.

“Well I am pulling up to the restaurant for what ever date Alfred has arranged for me,” Bruce said calmly, “And Dick before you make any commentary, go search the parking lot for evidence.”

*

“Thank you,” Bruce smiled at the young man holding the door open as he adjusted his jacket.

Like a clumsy magician, Bruce was obvious as he pulled a folded twenty dollar bill out of his sleave and handed it off in a quick hand shake with the young man and smiled absently as he kept walking. Ahead of him was a boy that was maybe twenty something standing behind the greater desk looking down as he wrote something in the book in front of him.

“Just one second sir,” the young man said as he finished writing and looked up, “How can I help you…”

“Reservation for Bruce Wayne…” Bruce smiled and spoke with the light and cheery foppish voice.

“Sweet,” the young man muttered before coughing slightly and speaking clearly, “Right this way Mister Wayne, your tables are ready.”

Bruce caught the use of the plural, but didn’t react, instead keeping up the Fop act and smiled at the two families waiting for tables.

“How are you?” Bruce half waved at the child with the parents to his left.

“Right this way Mister Wayne,” the young man practically giggled.

Bruce followed the young man, and once they were down the hallway and out of ear shot of the other families waiting, Bruce reached into his jacket pocket and grabbed a fold of bills.

“That family back there, the one with the cute kid,” Bruce said, “They eat for free.”

“Excuse me?” the young man asked, clearly not understanding Bruce.

Bruce slipped the six folded Hundred Dollar Bills into the man’s hand and smiled.

“Anything they want, they eat for free,” Bruce smiled again.

The maître D looked down at the wad of bills in his hand and realized what was happening.

“Of course Mister Wayne,” the man smiled, “I will make sure the kitchen gets the order. Right this way.”

Bruce Wayne gave his trademark foppish grin. What the maître D couldn’t know was that he had seen that family a few nights ago, they were the victims of a home invasion that cost them a lot of money in destroyed rented furniture, and that today was the boy’s birthday according to the notes from the police interviews that the Batman read and reread. Of course, Bruce Wayne had a reputation of being kind, generous and eccentric, a reputation that made a random act such as paying for someone else’s dinner seem in line with his normal behavior. They pair didn’t speak any more until they reached the end of the hallway to the private dinning room in the back. The restaurant kept four tables in back away from the rest of the dinning area for VIPs or private parties. Siting back to back, each at their own tables was Doctor Chase Meridian and Selina Kyle. Both women looked stunning in their latex dresses and heels.

“We can push the tables together, or I can cover for you while you bolt out that back exit to your right,” the young man grinned.

“Do you think I can smooth things over if I run?” Bruce asked.

“Nope,” the maître D snapped a little too quickly, “I’ll get waitress and some busser to move you to this big table to the left… This is going to be better than the reruns of General Hospital.”

Bruce looked at the young man as he turned and walked back towards the serving station. So this is what Alfred, and the ladies had planned. He adjusted his tie and walked in with a foppish grin.

“Ladies!” Bruce said spreading his arms out, knowing that the staff was expecting a show.

“Bruce!” both Chase and Selina said getting up.

Both women turned and glared at each other. It was clear that they planned this, but they were intent on putting on a show as well. Bruce got a good look at them as they moved around to look each other over. Both work black patent pumps. Selina wore a black latex short sleaved hobble dress with a zipper that ran from her ankles to the top of the turtle neck and was unzipped from just below the panties down to reveal her perfect legs and her long black locks were done in a high pony tail. Chase wore her blonde hair in a bun and wore a medical mint green mini dress with a full-length front zipper, puffy short sleeves, and a folded-over collar. Both women then looked at Bruce and put their fists on their hips.

“Ladies, no need to get mad, just a slight mix up… I am sure you both will enjoy this evening…” Bruce said trying to sound more **** for the hidden audience.

The pair glared at each other and then Selina smiled, she offered her hand.

“Selina,” she said.

“Chase,” Chase took the cue and shook Selina’s out stretched hand.

“We will get you three set up over here,” A woman came in smiling, “Care for a wine?”

While the sommelier got the three’s attention, a waitress and another staff member came and picked up the glasses off of the two tables and moved them to either side of a four-person table and get a place ready for Bruce in between the two women.

“Do you ladies know what you want?” the waitress asked as she helped Selina into her seat.

The other server helped Chase into her seat and the Sommelier stood behind Bruce as he took a seat between the latex clade ladies. The waitress handed Bruce a menu.

“A Linguini and white clam sauce,” Selina said.

“Excellent, we have a new stock of an excellent Pino Grigio if you wish miss,” the Sommelier offered.

“Yes please,” Selina smiled at the women.

“And for you?” The waitress addressed Chase.

“The Moroccan lamb?” Chase smiled at the waitress.

“Might I recommend a glass of Viognier to go with that?” the Sommelier offered.

“Yes please,” Chase smiled.

“Might I recommend the house specialty Mister Wayne?” the waitress pointed down at the menu with her pencil at the roast Goose leg and then moved to the broiled duck, “Or perhaps our seasonal special?”

“Actually I think I will have corned beef and cabbage,” Bruce smiled up to the waitress, “And just water thank you.”

“Excellent, I will get this right in to the kitchen,” the Waitress smiled.

“I will personally get your drinks ladies,” the sommelier said.

“Enjoy,” the other server said as she shuffled off after the other two women.

“You two planned this with Alfred didn’t you?” Bruce whispered.

“Of course,” Selina grinned like the cat that ate the canary.

“It was his idea,” Chase kept up the clearly false smile.

*

It had taken a few hours of the upset act, but the staff now seemed amazed that bumbling Bruce had managed to smooth things over with the latex ladies and charmed them into being all real smiles and giggles. The maître D came over and cleared his throat.

“Mister Wayne, if the ladies will excuse you for a moment, I need a word with you,” the young man said with a smile.

“What seems to be the problem?” Bruce turned and asked.

“No problem, I just need a word with you for a minute, I promise it won’t take long,” the Maître D said.

“There better not be a third woman!” Selina snapped.

“No, nothing like that miss,” the young man assured the black haired beauty.

“I will be right back,” Bruce said.

“Hurry back Brucie,” Chase added in with a coy sarcasm.

The young man led Bruce to a two way mirror next to the serving station overlooking the main dinning area.

“What is the problem?” Bruce asked with more visible concern.

“No problem mister Wayne,” the young man smiled, “We figured you would want to see this since you paid for it.”

“What am I looking at?” Bruce asked.

Bruce turned and looked out at the area as the Maître D gave a thumbs up to someone by the kitchen. The line of waiters and food runners started into the main dinning area as the lights dimmed slightly. In the hands of one of the waiters was a birthday cake with sparkling candles. The staff and indeed many of the other dinners sang happy birthday to the boy.

“Did you know it was his birthday Mister Wayne?” the young man asked.

“What? I just you know, I figured they could use a smile without any help from the clown,” Bruce said trying to be as dumbstruck as he could act.

“Well it seems it’s the boys birthday, and since they were eating on the house, the boy asked if they had cake on the menu,” the young man smiled, “A little outside our normal, but hay, you said they eat for free, right?”

“Yes, thank you,” Bruce said quietly.

“Naw man, they would want me to thank you,” The maître D said, “Come on, before the ladies get too restless, right?”

*

Chase sat in Bruce’s lap while Selina kissed him. The Waitress didn’t say anything, just took his card he had placed on the table and quietly exited the room. The Legend of Bruce Wayne was doubly secure tonight. Managed to get two hot latex clad women not only to forgive him for double scheduling their dates with him, but got them to make out together with him and clearly, he was taking both of them home and to top it off, his random act of kindness had been doubly special for a random family, able to treat them to dinner on their son’s birthday...

“You know you still need a spanking for this stunt,” Selina purred, “And I have a full set of whips at my place, what do you say doctor?”

“As your doctor, I recommend a proper spanking mister Wayne,” Chase giggled before taking Selina’s place kissing Bruce on the lips.