She rolled back and forth in her bed, mumbling and murmuring, blushing and dreaming. A small smile graced her face as the dream entered pleasant areas.

"Oh, my God! Oh, dear, God… it's wonderful! It's absolutely beautiful!" She leaned in and kissed him on the lips passionately, her fingers trailing his chin.

"I love you and I want you to be my wife. I want to grow old with you and be with you forever."

"I feel the same way… Oh, I love you, Bruce!"

"I love you too, Mary Jane."

The two shared another long kiss, happily embracing as an engaged couple.

RING-RING! RING-RING!

Mary Jane's dream was cut to an abrupt halt and she sat up in her bed groggily, her phone going off at her bedside. She groaned in annoyance, rubbing her eyes before grabbing the phone and answering it.

"Hello?" She answered sleepily.

'Hello, sleeping beauty. Did I catch you at a bad time?'

Mary Jane's eyes widened at the recognition of the voice, her body jolting forward with energy and her mind focusing with strict attention. "Bruce!" She exclaimed in surprise. "No, you didn't catch me at a bad time at all. I was just… thinking about you actually, heh."

'Listen, I was wondering if you would like to go out again today before I left tomorrow morning.'

"Oh, absolutely! What time do you want to meet?"

'Does noon sound good?'

"Noon is perfect. I know a great little café we can meet at. Okay. Alright, I'll see you then, Brucie!" Mary Jane hung up the phone, bubbling with excitement. She pumped her fist with an exuberant grin on her face. "Yes, yes, yes!"

They met in front of the café, with Mary Jane donning a cute pink shirt and red jeans with boots matching the color of her shirt. Bruce's limo rode up and he stepped out in a suave fashion. He wore a black shirt with a designer's jacket and expensive brown pants. He had fancy sunglasses hanging from his shirt and a playboy smile coloring his face. Without even saying hello, Bruce smoothly walked up to Mary Jane and gave her an intimate kiss right in front of the walking pedestrians. A few stopped and watched; a couple whistled and a man took a picture on his phone.

"Hey, Mary Jane." He smiled down at her charmingly.

"Oh… hi." She uttered breathlessly, a deep crimson blush on her cheeks.

The two shared a low, suggestive chuckle before Bruce escorted her inside the café. There, they ordered ice cream and proceeded to walked through the town casually.

"So, Brucie," MJ started, dipping her spoon into her ice cream. Unbeknownst to her, Bruce hadn't touched his but held it as if he was going to. "There's something I always wanted to know about."

"Hm?"

"Your love life!"

"Oh, dear God…" Bruce exhaled, an exasperated smile on his face. MJ chuckled at his expression but continued nonetheless.

"I heard you're the most charming man in Gotham City."

"Hardly!" Bruce laughed. "I just get the most press."

"Ah, and modest too?"

"Oh, believe me, there's nothing modest about me."

"Believe me, I know."

The two shared a knowing look before laughing cheerily. Their day was rather casually spent, simply walking around town, taking selfies, acting silly and goofy. Their time together eventually led them to Central Park, where they stopped over a small bridge and looked out at the pond below.

"So," Bruce began. "You've asked me about my love life… what about yours? 'The infamous Mary Jane never came seem to stay single for long' is what I've been hearing."

Bruce watched as a small, bittersweet smile graced her features. "You know, it's strange… we have all of these rumors circulating around us but they're not even close to true. To be honest, Bruce, the closest thing to romance I've had these past few months is now, with you. I-I don't why… Perhaps, I just didn't want to pursue anything with anyone else or maybe I just couldn't." She then turned to Bruce, smiling at him sweetly. "But thank you, Bruce. Being with you helps me get over any previous problems I was going through alone."

Bruce reached out and tenderly grabbed ahold of her soft hands. Her skin was silky smooth to the touch. "My pleasure, Mary Jane." He smiled at her.

She smiled back and before long, the two were leaning into each other for a kiss. It was brief but by no means shy as the two were "tongue-tied" soon after. When it had ended, they parted a few centimeters but remained in close proximity as they stared into each other's eyes, blue on green.

"You know," Bruce started, his voice coming off as a low growl. "There's a party happening later downtown. It's around St. Mark's place and is being hosted by Felicia Hardy. In the invitation, it was said I could bring a few guests of my choice. Would you like to come?"

She smirked. "Sure, I'd love to be one of your 'guests'."

He chuckled slightly. "I'll see you then."

"See you then." With a soft squeeze of his arm, Mary Jane walked off while swaying her hips. Bruce whistled lowly as he watched her walk off. Bruce then turned back to the pond, staring out at the water emotionlessly. He remained there for a moment, staring at the "blue" pond. To him, however, it was just grey. A terrible bland grey.

Bruce stuffed his hands in his pockets and began walking back to the hotel through the park. On his way there, he spied a familiar face sitting on a park bench alone feeding pigeons – Gwen Stacy. Stealthily, Bruce walked around the bench and pigeons and sat down at the spot next to her. It took her a few moments to recognize someone was sitting behind her but when she did, she gasped in surprise. Her sudden motion contributed in making the birds flock away and making Bruce smirk at her in amusement.

"M-Mr. Wayne?!"

"Hello, Gwen. And please, just call me, Bruce."

Calming down, the blonde girl softly pressed her hand against her chest while exhaling. She then turned to him and politely smiled, unconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hi… Bruce. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Oh, well, I was just taking a small walk. I tend to feed the birds when I need to think so… I like animals and it really helps, though, I've just now realized how old that makes me seem."

"No," Bruce dismissed smoothly. "I think it makes you sweet. May I?"

"Oh, sure." Gwen held out the bag and Bruce reached into the bag, taking out a few crumbs before lightly tossing them to the ground. A few of the pigeons came back at Bruce's feet and began to feed. One of them, a black one, simply landed near Bruce's feet and stared directly at him. It didn't move its head or anything. Bruce maintained its stare, narrowing his eye the longer he stared at it. Suddenly, a red glint flashed through its black eye and Bruce's eyes widened slightly.

"..ruce? Are you okay?"

Snapping out of his trance, he quickly turned to Gwen, clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah, yeah, I am. Sorry about that."

"Anyway, what are you doing out here?"

"Ah, I was just hanging out with a friend."

"Hm."

"Gwen, if you don't mind me asking, are you okay?"

"Actually, yes." She replied truthfully, throwing more breadcrumbs back down to the pigeons. "I was just thinking about the position between Wayne Industries and Oscorp."

"Oh?"

"Don't worry, Bruce." She looked up at him, grinning widely. "I'm staying with your company."

"Well, that's another worry off my chest!"

Gwen giggled and Bruce smiled, finding it somewhat cute. "You know, I don't know if you could tell, but I was actually feeling kind of down. I was going through a recent break-up and everything but… you really made me feel better. You took me out, paid for everything… you lifted my spirits, Bruce. It was such a blur but, I can assure you, I can recall the ending in great detail."

"Yes, it was very memorable, wasn't it?"

"So, do you, um, want to get a cup of coffee or something?"

"Ah, I'm afraid I don't have time right now. I have to finish some things up at my office.

"Oh…" She relied, her voice dripping with disappointment.

"But," Bruce quickly added. "There is a party being hosted by Felicia Hardy tonight and I'm allowed to bring a few guests. What say you and I go there and have some drinks?"

This cheered her up. "Yes, I think I'd like that."

"Would it be alright with you if I picked you up around 7-ish?"

"Yeah, that would be perfect."

Bruce smiled before leaning in and kissing her softly on her lips. Though initially taken by surprise, Gwen responded eagerly by cupping Bruce's cheek and returning his sentiments. Once the kiss finally ended, Bruce smirked at Gwen before offering a quick wink.

"See you then." He then got up and walked away, waving his hand as he left. Gwen smiled while watching leave, letting a low whistle as her eyes traveled to his posterior.

The limo rode up in front of the street where the party was being held. The chauffeur stepped out of the car and opened the backseat door, allowing the two people riding to get out. Bruce and Gwen stepped out of the car one at a time, standing in front of the building with Gwen holding onto his arm. He wore a nicely dressed primped out tuxedo while Gwen dressed in an open back white dress that shimmered in the light. Her hair was made wavy along with heels of matching color.

As the two walked up to the building, Gwen leaned in and whispered, "Just so you know, these heels are extremely uncomfortable."

Bruce chuckled, amused. "Well, you look great."

"Hope I still look great with a shoe full of blood."

Bruce could only grin and laugh. The two walked through the door, coming upon the crowds of people standing around and talking. The building itself was rather expensive looking, with a bar at the other end of the room, a dance floor, a band and tables around the dance floor.

"Well, hello, Brucie."

Bruce spun around to see Mary Jane standing behind him, her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised. She wore a red, form-fitting dress that emphasized her bosom nicely. Bruce just smiled at her, holding his arms out widely.

"Well, MJ, so glad you could make it. Let me introduce you to my friend here. Gwen, Mary Jane. Mary Jane, Gwen."

The two politely shook each other's hands before Mary Jane turned her attention back to Bruce. "Well, I'm a little surprised, Brucie. I thought it would be just you and me?"

"Well, I figured it would be fun if I invited someone else, no?"

Mary Jane glanced at Gwen again before shrugging and smiling light-heartedly. "Yeah, alright."

Her response seemed to alleviate any tension within Gwen and she smiled as well.

"Great!" Bruce clapped his hands. "Shall we get a table?"

"Sure!" Mary Jane replied and Bruce escorted the ladies to a table. Once they were seated, he walked around the table and pulled open a chair but before he could sit down, a voice rang out from behind him.

"The prestigious Bruce Wayne! How nice of you to make it to my party."

Behind him stood Felicia Hardy, the attractive socialite who had organized this party. She wore a black dress with sparkles shimmering off it and high heels of the same color. Her hair was curly at the ends and you could see eyeliner expertly put around her eyes, making her overall seductive look all the more enticing.

"Ms. Hardy, I'm very glad to have had the pleasure of attending. Allow me to introduce you to my guests. This is Mary Jane Watson and this is Gwen Stacy. I am their escort this evening."

"Oh, nice to meet you." She turned back to Bruce. "Would you mind if I were to sit with you? I've heard such great things about Gotham's richest billionaire and I find making conversation with everyone else here to be, frankly, droll."

Bruce laugh heartily. "Yes, yes, I understand that, believe me. Sure, please join us. We can all share in an enriching conversation, I'm sure."

"Oh, I have no doubt."

Mary Jane and Gwen exchanged a look but chose to say nothing as Felicia Hardy seated herself at the table. It was a square table so when Bruce sat down, Mary Jane sat on his left, Gwen Stacy was placed on his right and Felicia was just ahead of him.

Though the conversation was awkward at first, Bruce's natural charm, Mary Jane's natural comedic value, Felicia's wit and Gwen's conversational skills turned it into an organic, fun discussion. They had talked silly things at first – like how much alcohol could one drink before passing out. Gwen had seemed rather embarrassed during that discussion. However, the subject soon changed to Wayne Enterprises as it was soon told to the other two girls that she worked under Bruce at the subdivision in New York.

"Wow…" Mary Jane replied after hearing Gwen describe her job. "You know, you remind me of someone I used to be good friends with and who was also very good with chemicals and science. I can assure you that I could never do your job!"

"Well, it can be a little tedious sometimes. To be honest, your job sounds way more fun!"

"Absolutely," Bruce chimed. "Being in Gotham and doing what I do gets boring very fast."

"So, tell us Bruce," Felicia leaned in, smiling daringly. "What is it like, living in Gotham?"

Both Mary Jane and Gwen turned to him, apparently interested in his response.

"Well, I was born there. It's my home and I do love it."

"But I heard it gets rather rough there. Isn't there a Batman flying about?"

Bruce smiled at her ever so subtly. "Yes, but I know the police will eventually catch him."

"You're sure about that?"

"Absolutely."

"Hm…"

"Bruce," Gwen interceded, somewhat confused at the conversation. "I'm surprised you haven't moved yet, to be honest. You could move your company or live anywhere else in the world so why there, one of the most dangerous cities on Earth?"

Bruce leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly. His eyes became somewhat serious as he looked down at his hands. The whole look of him gave off a sort of "defeated" aura.

"My parents raised me there. When they died, I was only eight and now, I've taken over their legacy. It may be a crime-filled city but I don't think I can ever leave. It's my home, for better or worse, and I have to make it better, for my parents."

"Oh, Bruce…" Mary Jane said sympathetically, reaching out her hand and squeezing Bruce's.

"We're sorry for bringing it up." Gwen reached under table and rubbed his thigh.

Felicia said nothing but focused on him narrowly, a slightly smile on her face. Underneath the table, her feet rubbed up against his leg. Bruce just looked up at her and smirked.

The next morning, Bruce stood in the room he rented, putting on his suit. Laying in the bed behind in various positions were Mary Jane, Gwen and Felicia. They were all unconscious with their dresses, heels and undergarments sprawled about on the floor.

Bruce took out his suitcase and brought it outside of the hotel room, sitting it in the hall. Alfred, as if from nowhere, soon came and grabbed the case.

"Master Bruce, shall I wait for you downstairs?"

"Yes, Alfred. Thank you. I'll be down in a moment."

The butler nodded before walking down the hall to the elevator. Bruce returned to the room where the girls were waking up.

"Bruce?" Mary Jane addressed sleepily.

"Where are you going?" Gwen asked, rubbing her eye.

Bruce smiled down at them. "Sorry, girls, but I'm going to have to go back home now."

"What?!" Mary Jane exclaimed.

"No!" Gwen cried, reaching out and grabbing his arm. "Just stay for a little while longer!"

"I wish I could," Bruce said softly. "But Gotham needs me. She will always need me."

At this point, Felicia was wide awake. She laid on her stomach, looking up at him blankly. For a moment, while the girls were still talking to him, he drowned out their voices and stared back at her. An unseen spark shot between them and, like a bullet, the realization struck her faster than she was ready for. Her eyes widened in recognition and revelation while Bruce, seeing her reaction, simply smirked at her and winked. A grin made its way on her face as she watched him smoothly walk through the door while Gwen and Mary Jane continued beckoning him to stay.

Felicia simply purred and winked back at him as he left.

"Come back soon… you sexy beast, you."

A.N.: And done! This will be the final chapter in this story. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I just want to reiterate that I really don't have a problem with Spider-Man or the heroes featured in this story but, you know, someone had to be the punching bags for the sake of masculinity so… you know. Got to do what you got do, am I right?!

But on a serious note, this wasn't a bash fic but just a fic for fun and for anybody who wanted to see something like this realized. Also, on a side note, I think I will be adding Black Cat to Gotham's rogues. I'll still introduce Catwoman but you'll see how it plays out. But that's what probably what I'll do and if you guys continue to support the idea then I'll definitely see how I can flesh out. It would also mean that Black Cat will never have any real relationship with Spidey and all the relationship drama will go to Bats, which I'm fine with. Anyway, if you've enjoyed this, please leave a review, fav, and follow! Add it to a C2 if you like and for any additional info to Green's Batman or the universe he's in, see my profile page. Until next time.

Green out.