That night, after a few more hours of work, Bruce finally spread out the completed version of what he was turning the memory cloth into. He looked at it with a proud smile, the familiar shape would soon help him to...
"Master Bruce?" he heard Alfred as he walked up the steps to the attic so he scrambled to hide the cloth. "Are you in here?"
"Uh, yeah, Alfred. What is it?"
"Honestly, Master Bruce, it is one o'clock. Don't you think it's about time you went to bed?"
"What were you doing this late?"
"Um... school project. It's due in a few days."
"If I can assist you in any way..." Alfred said walking to the table Bruce had been working at.
"No! It's... sensitive stuff and boring, you know, high school stuff."
"I see. Well, off to bed now."
The next morning, Bruce was just as tired as the day before and could barely keep his eyes open in class. Thankfully, whenever she saw him close his eyes for too long, Barbara would poke him in the ribs with a pencil to wake him up. By lunch time, he already had a few bruises on him.
"You told me to help you stay awake..."
"Yeah but you could have used something softer..."
"Serves you right for staying up late again," Barbara joked.
"I just had some stuff to do..."
"Bruce, you really worry me sometimes with all your..."
"Brucey!" Pamela called entering the room then rushed to his side and took his arm, making Barbara frown at her.
"Um... hi Pamela..."
"Oh, call me Pam," the redhead said placing a hand on his chin. "Oh, someone's hungry this morning..." she added looking at his full tray.
"Yeah... I forgot my lunch and..."
"You know what I'm hungry for?" Pamela asked and turned him to face her. "You..." she said putting a hand on the back on his head and a seductive smile on her face.
Barbara watched for a few moments then blew out a breath and walked away then sat down at the nearest table that happened to be that of the outsiders.
"Looks like Bruce is doing alright for himself," Oswald remarked.
"Yeah right..." Barbara said and started playing with her food.
"Jealous?" he asked.
"Am not!" she snapped and glared at all of them.
"Of course not," Oswald said turning away.
"Not at all," Edward said hiding behind his book.
Pamela had pulled Bruce to an empty table and made him sit down then she sat right next to him, gluing herself to him. She tried to feed him but he politely refused and started eating on his own, albeit looking nervous with her watching him with a seductive look in her eyes.
The rest of the day she would not leave his side for a moment and because they were in the same class, it made it all the easier for her and all the harder for him to get away. However, after a while he stopped trying.
"I mean if they would stop to look at the numbers, seeing as that's what all they do look at, they'd realise they're killing themselves along with all those defenceless plants..." Pamela was saying at the end of the day.
"Yeah, logging companies really don't take deforestation seriously," he agreed. "When people say that one day we will run out of trees, they call them tree huggers and stop listening."
"I never knew you were so passionate about plants, Brucey..." she said putting on the seductive smile again.
"W-well I just don't think it's fair," he said turning his head to the side, just in time to see a couple of familiar figures coming his way.
"Wayne!" Wayde yelled. "What're you doin' with my girl?"
"I stopped being your girl a long time ago, you brainless oaf," Pamela replied and got between the two boys.
"Aw come on, Pammy doll... I didn't mean it..."
"You said being eco-friendly was stupid!" she barked.
"Just give me another chance," he said grabbing her arm.
"I don't think she wants to," Bruce said grabbing his wrist and forcing him to release her.
"You should have chosen to retreat when you still had the chance," Edward said making his knuckles snap.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Jay asked jumping down from on top a green along with the blonde girl that was always with him.
"Must've knocked a couple more of your screws lost, freak-boy," Wayde said grinning.
"Bring it on, Butch," Jay challenged.
"Not fighting I trust, boys," the principal said as he came out of the school.
Seeing the opportunity missed, Wayde and Edward decided to retreat but not before giving Bruce and Jay a couple of threatening looks.
"You were really brave," Pam said kissing Bruce on the cheek.
"What am I, chopped liver?" Jay asked.
"You're not brave, you're nuts," the redhead replied and left.
"I thought you were brave, puddin'," the blonde said kissing his cheek.
"Need a ride home, Bruce?" the principal asked.
"Don't worry, chief, I've got my ol' pal covered," Jay said putting an arm around Bruce.
"Thank you for the offer," Bruce said as he was pulled away.
The three got in the van, which on the inside was full of strange gadgets that looked like they had recently came out of the circus.
"Still have a passion for clowns I see," Bruce said as they drove.
"Clowns make people laugh, Brucey. By the say. Bruce, meet Harley. Harl, this is my ol' pal Bruce."
"The football player," she said glaring at him.
"Now, now Harl. I already explained, Bruce is there to spy on the enemy. He doesn't like being around the Gorilla Gang, right pal?"
"Considering they're all friends with Wayde, not really."
"Hmm... well then," Harley said lightening up. "Please to meet ya!" she said and hugged him tightly, too tightly.
"Harley... can't... breathe..."
"Oops, sorry..." she said releasing him then put on an innocent smile.
"Heh, my girl's stronger than she looks, Brucey. But just look at her face," Jay said taking her chin in her hand, taking his eyes off the road just as they were pulling up to Wayne manor. "She looks like a little angel..."
"Yeah, Jay... the road! Jay!"
"Relax Brucey, I've got it all under..." but as he turned to look he saw he was about to drive into a tree but turned at the last minute. "Control, heh."
"Yeah..." Bruce said holding his stomach. "See you tomorrow."
"Are you alright, Master Bruce?!" Alfred asked rushing over.
"Fine... I'm fine..."
"Hey, Al! What's shakin?" Jay yelled.
"My nerves if you must know. Master Jay, I presume?" Alfred asked his ward and Bruce smiled and nodded. "Yes... always leaving one with a memory of encountering his unique brand of merriment."
"The name's Harley not Mary!" the girl yelled as Jay drove off.