Title: A Good Time
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Bruce and his guests go out on the town.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: "Batman Begins" (2005); pre-"Dark Knight"
"You know, it never occurred to me how rich Bruce was," Willow said as she, Dawn and Buffy were in the ladies' room repairing their makeup after diner.
"He funded the school, so how could you not know?" Buffy asked.
"There's knowing and then there's KNOWING," Willow said.
"I know what you mean," Dawn agreed. "Until we walked in tonight and Bruce mentioned he owned the whole hotel, I didn't realize just how rich he was."
"It's not just the hotel. Have you seen how much stuff has the name Wayne on it?" Willow said.
"I try not to think about it or I start to feel nervous," Buffy said as she blotted her lipstick. Then the others followed her back to the restaurant.
"So, ladies, any thought of where you might like to go next?" Bruce asked after they rejoined him.
"Um, I have a friend who just opened up a club here in Gotham," Willow said.
"You do?" Buffy asked.
"Did I ever tell you about Lorne?" Willow replied. "Anyway, he relocated here from LA and opened a new place."
"Shall we give it a try?" Bruce asked. The three ladies readily agreed. "So what is the name of the place?"
"Caritas Too," Willow replied as they all got into his high-end sports car.
"Mercy huh?" Bruce said as he entered the name into its GPS unit.
Less than half an hour later, the foursome walked into the bar. Willow was prepared for what greeted them when they entered, but the other three weren't. Buffy and Dawn only took a few minutes to get comfortable, but Bruce didn't.
"Willow, you forgot to mention it was a demon bar," Buffy chided her friend. Before Willow could respond, a green-skinned man with red horns came over to greet them.
"Willow! How are you?" Lorne greeted her as he engulfed her in a huge hug.
"Good. I have some friends I'd like you to meet," Willow said when he let her go. "Buffy and Dawn Summers and Bruce Wayne."
"The Slayer, The Key and the Prince of Gotham," Lorne said as he shook hand with each of them. "I am beyond honored." He addressed Buffy then, "So, Slayer, what brings you here?"
"I'm just out with friends," Buffy explained. "So, how about a round of drinks?"
"Sure thing. What are we drinking?" Lorne asked.
"Pina Coladas for the ladies and a double scotch on the rocks," Bruce ordered.
"Sure thing, handsome." Lorne turned to go get the drinks. "But later you're going to sing for me."
Bruce led the ladies over to an empty table, then questioned Willow. "So why did he say I was going to sing for him?"
"He's anagogic," Willow said, as if that answered any questions.
"What's that mean?" Dawn asked.
"It means that I can read the destinies of people when they sing, beautiful," Lorne replied as he brought over the drinks.
"OK. So why would I want you to do that?" Bruce asked seriously.
"I don't know, beefcake. But most people, and demons too for that matter, want to know their future," Lorne said with a grin.
A new singer took the stage and began to sing, "I will survive." A huge smile crept over Lorne's face. The rest of the bar started to tap their toes and get into the song. When it was over, Lorne went over and had a private word with the singer. Then the next person got up and sang, and the bar went wild again. It went on that way for a couple of hours.
"So how about it big guy?" Lorne asked somewhere around two in the morning. Bruce and the girls had all had a couple more drinks and were pretty relaxed.
Bruce looked at the eager faces of his companions and got an evil thought. "Only if you ladies join me."
They looked at each other. "Sure," they chorused.
"Here is the song list for the machine," Lorne said, handing them a printed sheet.
Bruce began to snicker. "That's perfect."
"What's perfect?" Buffy asked.
"You'll see," he said as he leads the ladies to the stage.
The opening strains of Hewy Lewis and the News' "Hip to be Square" began. Buffy glanced at Bruce, but then the lyrics started and it was time to sing. "I used to be a renegade..."
Bruce soon forgot to be nervous after the first few lines. He got more into the song, enough that by the time they'd reached the chorus he was dancing to the song and not caring.
Alfred entered the bar then. "Someone need a ride?" he asked as he approached the group.
"Thanks for coming, Alfred," Bruce said. "I didn't want to risk the headline about 'The Prince of Gotham's Drunken Wreck'."
"That is best to be avoided, sir," Alfred agreed.
"So Lorne, do you mind if I leave my car in the lot 'til this afternoon?" Bruce asked the demon.
"Not at all, if you give me a ride later. We have things to talk about. But for now, all I'll say is take good care of the Slayer. She has been hurt mightily before," Lorne said.
"You know her then? Because I thought you just met tonight?" Bruce asked, puzzled.
"I did just meet her. But I used to work with two of her ex-beaus and a couple of friends of hers, so I know more than she suspects. We'll talk later," Lorne explained quickly as he spotted Buffy coming towards them.
"Slayer, I think you've finally found the one. Keep him. He has the best parts of the ones that came before-- as long you can keep him from becoming like Mr. Broody-pants," Lorne whispered to Buffy as he hugged her goodbye. To Willow he said, "Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't give up too easily, as they will need each other." Finally to Dawn, "Don't worry, she'll quit mothering you and then you'll wish she hadn't."
It was a thoughtful group that got into the Rolls Royce that Alfred had driven to pick them up. The group was lost in their own thoughts until they reached the penthouse.
"Have a good time, sir?" Alfred asked as they rode the elevator up.
"A great time," Bruce answered.
"Of course he did. They way he was dancing to the song we sang," Dawn giggled.
"It was just like that character, what was his name? You know the one in American Psycho," Willow said around her own case of the giggles.
"Patrick Bateman! Oh. You chose that song because of that movie!" Buffy exclaimed. "You are such a geek!"
"Hey!" Bruce said, mock-offended. "I resemble that remark."
They tumbled laughingly into the living room and collapsed on the couches. They giggled for a bit before Willow had a bright idea.
"You know Bruce, if you're going to be hanging out with us Scoobies, we have a rite of passage you must complete," Willow said, stifling a laugh.
"What is it?" Bruce asked, suddenly worried.
"Did you ever watch the Charlie Brown holiday specials?" she replied.
"Yes," Bruce answered, cautiously.
"The Snoopy dance. He must do the Snoopy dance," Dawn burst out, following where Willow was going.
"You've got to be kidding," he said as he looked to Buffy for help.
"You're on your own. Just be glad she's not babbling about shovels," was all Buffy would say.
He sighed, got to his feet and did his best Snoopy dance. It was actually pretty good, but the girls all laughed so hard they almost fell to the floor.
"What?" he demanded.
"Nothing," Buffy said as she got up and clasped her arms around his neck. "It was rather good." She kissed him.
"Night, ladies, " Bruce said, after he came up for air. "Have fun without me. I have a meeting at noon and need to get some sleep." Bruce left for bed leaving the giggling women to talk.
"Not nearly as good as Xander with the Snoopy dance, but he'll do, Buffy," Willow assessed.
"I think you found a winner," Dawn agreed.
"Thanks. I think it might just work," Buffy agreed.
They stayed up 'til dawn was just beginning to peak over the skyscrapers before going to bed. It had been awhile since Buffy, Dawn and Willow could just be themselves and have fun. They talked about their relationships, past and present, and the lack thereof in Willow's case. They giggled and laughed. There even was a short pillow fight, but in the end they had all crawled off to bed to sleep and recharge for the current fight.