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Honeymoon in Gotham (Part 1)

For Jaena, the biggest Dark Knight fan I know.

Bruce darling, why must you insist on leaving every hour of the night, The Joker and the Penguin can wait or is it that whore, poison Ivy you have been sneaking off to?
It was a cold evening at Wayne Manor, and the night of Bruce’s wedding toBetty Goodwin, a naive 20-year-old who dreams of being the perfect housewife. Bruce had just returned from foiling a robbery by The Riddler. He had just removed his cowl and was fixing himself a nice bourbon on the rocks when Betty began antagonizing him.
Betty I told you when we got married that this was how it was going to be so you better get use to it.
God and I thought Clark was a real asshole, what do I need to do for you, dress up in clown make-up so you would fuck me?
At that moment Bruce looked out the window and noticed the bat signal.
I can’t deal with this right now, Gotham needs me! with that he rushed out the door.
An hour later he returned to find his windows in Wayne Manor smashed and Betty gone.

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