Bruce Wayne was exhausted.
Exhausted of working all day.
Exhausted of sleepless nights.
Exhausted of his life.
What did he do to be like this?
You decided to be the Batman, that's what.
A voice in his head, that sounded a lot like Alfred, said.
He sat in his study with his head in his hands and heaved a long,deep sigh.
He tilted his head to his left and saw an endless number of full bottles of alcohol in the cupboard.
He stood up and walked upto the cupboard and grabbed the first bottle he saw. He didn't even care to see what it was.
A few glasses was all that he's gonna have. Then he'd go out for patrol. He decided and poured himself a glass.
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Though he started with the decision of drinking just a few glasses, Bruce ended up gulping down the whole bottle.
Now, he was giggling like a school girl. He stumbled over to the grandfather clock and fiddled with its hands, as he made revving sounds with his mouth.
At some point, the clock showed 10:48 and the clock moved itself to reveal the long staircase to the Batcave.
Bruce squealed and started skipping down the stairs. Once he reached the third last step, he jumped down yelling "Woohoo!" in a high pitched tone.
He put on his cape and cowl, and hopped in the batmobile. He rolled down the glasses and turned on the music. He started the engine and the Batmobile revved away in a violent speed, playing 'nananana Batman' loud enough to be heard from a city block away.
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I can't stop laughing from the thought of a drunk Batman, really. XD
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Drunk
FanfictionBruce gulped down a little too much alcohol and went out on patrol. Alfred was worried and called Superman for help. Guess what? NOT EVEN THE MAN OF STEEL CAN STOP A DRUNK BATMAN!
