…is gonna sip Bacardi like it’s his birthday.
From “Where Were You on the Night Batman Was Killed,” the centerpiece of the recent Strange Deaths of Batman trade, by David Reed and John Calnan.
…is gonna sip Bacardi like it’s his birthday.
From “Where Were You on the Night Batman Was Killed,” the centerpiece of the recent Strange Deaths of Batman trade, by David Reed and John Calnan.
Bruce Wayne is going to terrify me with that intense stare of his. Especially when it’s paired with that odd non-smile he has.
I think Bruce has already had more than his share…
So does that make it… Bat-Cardi?
And that bastard doesn’t even give a fuck that it’s not his birthday
Oh he gives a fuck. First to the red-head, then to the blonde.
After getting tail he goes and kicks ass.
“Bruce Wayne?? I thought you was Anthony Newley!”
Those eyes, they’re . . . they’re staring into the very depths of my SOUL.
It’s funny how much this reminds me of Daniel Craig in Casino Royale.
It looks almost like he’s just now realized how sweet being a billionaire playboy is. “Waaaaait a minute… THIS RULES!”
I get the distinct feeling that’s not his first that night, judging from the look on his face!
Actually, those girls appear to be gazing longingly at someone behind Bruce.
Maybe the waiter serving the drinks is Superman?
@bookrats: Oh no, the blonde is staring at someone hovering in the air behind and above the redhead (could be Superman?), Bruce is terribly interested in the cameraman, but the redhead is staring at that drink like a dog staring at a tennis ball.
I think everyone in that picture’s going to have a fun time at that party, but in three VERY different ways.
He gets the chicks and kicks ass? No wonder he’s everyone’s favorite.
Ah, Bacardi! I see what you did there. Well done. Like Senor Bacardi said those many years ago: “Rum drinkers are a superstitious and cowardly lot. I must have a symbol, an omen, to strike fear into their hearts, and pirates are already taken…”
Batman just seems shocked that someone would bring him a drink like that, and not garnish it at all. for shame.
Bruce Wayne has just announced that his favorite drink is a screaming orgasm. And that the waiter has just brought him a screaming orgasm. And would the ladies each like to have a screaming orgasm courtesy of him, Bruce Wayne. And he is now waiting for them to laugh.
Bruce = Suave
Bruce Wayne…
Doesn’t care about consent. When you’re with him, it’s always implied.