The BOWL; Superbat

Prologue

The doors opened for so many people. So many short skirts and suits flooding into the red lounge. 'The Prince of Gotham' they called him... He sat in the back corner with the sexiest girls in the city surrounding him, their scents all disgusting to him and none catching his attention. He watched a Delta wolf walk towards him, the familiar smell causing him to lean forward meeting the green eyes of his once lover, and now best friend. "Hello Selina..."

They now sat in a limousine with highly tinted windows, her sloping into a pale cream, satin dress that stopped mid thigh. Bruce opened a bottle of champagne. "So, Selina... What brings you here? Do you need money?" She tsked at his questions.

"Do I look like I need money, Bruce. I'm here because Jeremiah is loose. They say he died in an explosion leading to the outbreak of a bunch of freaks and I believe, Bruce, that he took his therapist." Salina passed a file to him. He opened it to a picture of a blonde frazzled woman in glasses. " Harleen Quinzel. She was thought to have been infatuated with him and began attaining an accent much like some in New Jersey or Manhattan after meeting him. You deal with Joker a lot, I figured you'd take the case. "

"Gordon never informed me on any of this. Have you spoken to him?"

"Not really, but he knows. I've been keeping tabs."

Bruce nodded. "Thanks." He opened the door for her, Selina stepping out. Music still played from inside the hotel. "It was good seeing you again, Selina Kyle. "

"Yeah. I was also going to tell you that some guy named Clark Kent is following you."

Bruce sighed.